This is the last Chapter of this story, well, more like an Epilogue. Hope you enjoy.

I quickly brushed my long red hair till it was soft as silk under my finger tips. I shook it out and ran my fingers through it carefully, trying not to pull on it for fear of hurting my scalp any more than it was. I looked closely at my eyes and saw that my black eyes had already faded to a gross greenish brown colour, which I masterfully covered with a load of make-up. I looked almost like myself again.

I carefully pulled on my black leggings before I slipped on my black suede platform heels. I stood back up, steadying myself, and grabbed my black corset. I quickly strapped it on, and looked at myself. I looked pretty good. Getting up close again, I applied some black eyeliner. Standing back, I took one last look at myself before I threw on my biker jacket and walked out of the bathroom.

"You ready yet," I yelled at Spencer through the bedroom door. I heard footsteps and then he opened the door. He looked so cute in his simple suit jacket over a navy shirt with black strips. He also had some simple black pants, and matching shoes. Except for his socks, one was navy blue, the other purple. Yup, that's my Spencer.

"We didn't even consult, and we still match," I said, grinning slightly. He smirked and wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we walked into the living room.

We drove over to the club where we were meeting our friends for Spencer's birthday. It didn't take long to get there, it was just a few blocks away.

After parking, we walked up to the door, where we were let in right away. I quickly scoped out the place, recognizing the relaxed yet still upbeat atmostphere in the place. I spotted everyone sitting at a table, laughing around a round of drinks.

"Hey birthday boy," Derek said with a grin on his face when he spotted us. I grinned at the group, looking happy and ready for a party.

After a few drinks, I pulled Spencer out onto the dancefloor.

"But I don't dance," he whined as I wrapped his arms aroudn my waist. I looked up at him frustrated as I placed my arms around his shoulders I said "well, I want to dance with my man on his birthday, so there."

We slowly moved to the gentle beat of the slow song, and after a moment he asked "so, I'm your man?" I looked up at him surprised, the realized that I said 'man' instead of 'friend.' Opps, freudian slip much?

"Umm, opps," I muttered trying not to smile. He just grinned slightly and said "I think I can deal with that." Um excuse me. I just stared at him for a moment and then asked "you can deal with it, so it's a burden?"

Spencer looked lovingly down at me and cupped my cheek gently, trying not to hurt me further. Leaning down slightly he pulled me into a tender kiss, which I just melted into. Pulling away slightly he muttered "you are not a burden Tori, you are a gift." I couldn't help but smile up at my amazing man, his wonderful heart shining through, and say "and you are my saviour."

THE END

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Passionate Phoenix