Hi, Basilisssk here. This is my first 'fic, so please be nice to me! Reviews would be very welcome and would help inspire me to continue. Flames will be used to heat up my freezing bedroom!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot!

Thanks! Enjoy!!!!(pleeeeease)!!!!!!

He was running. Sprinting, Maeve at his side, desperate to escape from the terror that was following them, to get back to the ship. They were nearly at the shore. So close...... but then the monster was there, in front of them. There was no escape...... Oh God, Maeve. She was wounded, she couldn't fight. He stepped in front of her, drawing his sword, determined that he would die before he let anything hurt Maeve. He swung his sword, but the beast simply batted him aside. Then it unsheathed those terrible claws......and took her beautiful head off before either of them could do anything. He dropped to his knees, staring in numb disbelief. She couldn't be dead, she just couldn't......... the beast turned on him, drawing it's claws once more. He just stared at it numbly. Maeve was dead. Nothing else seemed to matter. The beast closed in. He screamed.........

!............TBC............!