A/N: thank you for the favs/follows/reviews! I didn't expect this to get any attention at all so I'm very happy! Last chapter, no epilogue. But it's long so...
Over Christmas break I plan to another (aka a non-fluffy, canon-er) Sinister fic. Ya know, once Sinister 2 is on Bluray, so I get to watch it over, and over, and over ...and get inspiration!

Thanks again!

Syl went back to her room. She sighed deeply. What did Mason think? Would he get the hint? He probably would, once he realized he couldn't remember the last time he heard from his sister. She glanced at her phone and dropped it with a gasp. The lock screen... the lock screen was them, as if someone snapped a shot from yesterday. She set her phone screen side down and got dressed. So it wasn't a dream, she thought. Of course it wasn't. She went back to her phone and gazed at his side of the picture, studying it with her same childlike admiration. Syl felt both a deep uneasy feeling, and an extreme sense of comfort. Sighing again, she tossed her phone on her bed and exited her bedroom.

"Nat?" she called out. Probably crashed at some guy's house. Syl walked downstairs, rubbing her head. She rounded the corner and went into the kitchen. She poured herself a bowl of cereal, and sat down, head in her hands. Rubbing her temples, she straightened up and began to eat. Syl glanced at the time on the microwave and saw him in the reflection of the glass. She shot up and whirled around, eyes wide. They regarded each other silently for a moment before he walked towards her. Slowly, smoothly. The bottom of his long coat swaying gently with his strides. He looked so regal, so majestic; every bit like the deity he is. Her pulse quickened slightly. This was it, she knew. He was going to take her away.
Syl gazed up at him, closeted doubt suddenly flooding her. "Listen-" she shuddered slightly, immediately silenced by his cupping a hand on her cheek, feeling him brush her mouth with his thumb.
"You're coming with me." The warm, velvety-smooth sound of his voice in her head sounded unsure, almost questioning.
Syl took it as a question. "Of course." No matter what, she owed her guardian this. Didn't she? She laid a hand on his arm, feeling his fingers gently caress her face.
"It's time, then."
Syl bubbled with both fear and excitement. No going back. Why did he want her? When you think about him, you don't really picture him as someone even remotely humane. And yet, here he is. But what if this is all a ruse? He's obviously a master manipulator, seeing how he captures his children. The worst he could do is torture her (...for eternity...) Immortal, with him forever. How was this a good idea? Yet, part of her knew nothing would happen. Not everyone has ulterior motives, but he's pretty bad. Sinister. Her fate was that she would no longer be bound to this single realm. No longer bound by death. She would live as his supposed "equal". In the end, however, her life would belong to him. He would treat her as an equal, but she would be powerless against him. Her fate would belong to him. Would he abuse that power?

"What happens if you get tired of me? Or if I somehow dishonor or disobey you? Torture me throughout the rest of eternity?" Where were these questions yesterday, before I agreed?
"Syl," his voice filled her mind, somehow immediately reassuring her. "Nothing you will do will be worth any amount of torture. I have waited millenia for you." That sent a barrage of emotions swirling through her head. He held out his hand.
She took it reluctantly, but he held her with almost a desperation, as if...if he'd lose her forever if he let go.

"Why me?" she whispered, still in awe. "Why do you want - need - me?"
"For the same reason you want this. You don't want to be alone for the rest of your life." He gently stroked the end of her hair. "But I can't have you unless you give me your mortality. You could not survive with me in any other realm as a mortal, and I have no desire to be bound to a single dimension, as you can imagine."
Syl's eyes dropped. Bughuul, the obscure yet extremely powerful deity, the boogeyman, the childhood obsession of both her and Mason, wanted her. Needed her. How was this real? How did she get so ...lucky? "You remember those dreams," his telepathic voice was lowered, more emotional. Syl nodded slowly. "You've felt my presence before. I watched out for you, as best as I could. I felt your loneliness. It was like mine."
"Lonely ...with all those kids?" Syl heard her muddled thoughts manifest into words. Really, Syl?
He did find that slightly amusing. He tilted his head slightly. "As you are even with your brother, roommate, or coworkers. You know it is not the same."
"I know," Syl replied. "I know. But..." her voice trailed off.

He sensed her reluctance. He knew he had told her she would be his equal, therefore, she would have her own say. She could still change her mind. "I know you've agreed already. But you... you still have a choice. I am not forcing you. I am simply asking. Please." He sounded almost desperate, yet so sincere. He in no way sounded like the wretched child-snatching, soul-devouring "boogeyman" that he is.
"I've made my choice already." Any doubt still left in her head had vanished. "You've been with me my whole life. You've never left me. You've seen me at my worst and you still chose me. Maybe that's why I took Mason's obsession so deep to heart. I've always wanted this." She stepped closer to him. "I've always wanted you," she added softly. Her fingers gently went to where his mouth would be, and traced the ash-gray markings up his cheek. She ran her fingers through a strand of his hair and swept it out of his face. Syl's eyes locked onto him again. "I'm ready," she whispered. His hand left hers and went around her waist. As he picked her up, she looped her arms around him, nestling her head into his neck.

To her guardian's realm. Forever protected. Away from Earth. Away from death.

Gone.