It took two days for Sam's parents to return from their trip, both extremely devastated at the loss of their only child. Pamela Manson who was normally the chipper one no longer wore her bright pink dress and instead donned a black one with her hair unruly falling to her shoulder. Her husband was no better, his eyes clearly showed a lack of sleep from the many nights spent awake and crying. The Fenton's had also seemed to be very depressed themselves, one soul more than the others.

World renown halfa, Danny Fenton.

He never left his bedroom and he no longer smiled as a frown was now forever etched into his already pale face. His midnight hair was messier than ever before and no longer looked as healthy. Danny hardly ever ate anymore even though his stomach complained constantly in search of nutrition. He was considerably thinner and he looked so fragile he could be compared to that of a Chinese porcelain doll. Tears streaks never left his face, and Tucker was only doing a small bit better. Had it not been for Jazz he wouldn't be alive himself, and he wished that he wasn't.

Jazz had discovered the two shortly after the incident, naturally the redhead dialed 911 but it was too late for the young goth. Jazz had tried to do CPR on Sam, but it served no use to her broken heart. Danny had watched through hazy eyes as his sister fought frantically to keep his love from death, but to no avail.

Sam was pronounced dead at the scene, and it didn't take a paramedic to tell him that. Danny, however, was barely breathing and thanks to his ghost half he was able to survive. The doctors had said that it was a miracle that he was alive, but he'd give anything to change that.

Jazz handled the cover story, saying that Sam and Danny were attacked by rogue ghost while out on a short walk. Sam was shot before Danny had a chance to react, she said, and that he narrowly avoided the same fate. The Manson's didn't blame Danny and in fact sympathized with him, they knew that the two had loved each other deeply and were not about to step in the way of that now. Jeremy Manson had even told Danny that he only acted the way he did around him because he knew what he was capable of. Danny politely nodded, but never said anything.

Today was her funeral, it was small and only her family and close friends were included. Danny absolutely didn't want to go, he didn't want to see the face that he had failed to protect. His one, and only love, Samantha Manson. He looked up to the sky, tears beginning to sting his cheeks.

Sam, where are you, why did you leave me?

Unknown time and place

Her ebony hair danced around her body while a black mini dress covered her perfectly curved body. She looked as though she had been sleeping in a perfect comatose state. A faint glow emitted from her that would signal to others her strength. She opened her bloody red eyes and laughed manically.

"Let it all begin anew."

Finally! And there WILL be a sequel once I have time to write it, which will most likely be called Nevermore.

A big thank you to everyone who faved, alerted, and reviewed throughout the series! It gives me great inspiration to continue and although I may not respond, I read every single email alert and I greatly appreciate it! Please support the sequel too! :)

A big shoutout to my sis and best friend Topaz Skye who has been helping me deal with these last few months while I wrote this. Thanks so much sis! :D

Thank you very much everyone, and have a fabulous year in the meantime!

End of Calendula Requiem

Began writing: July 19th, 2011

Completed Writing: October 11th, 2011

Began on FF: October 12th, 2011

Completed: January 20th, 2012

Heaven help in all our battles,

Heaven see Love,

Heaven, Help Us descendants of the dispossessed,

Return with bombs strapped to their chests!

There's hate in Life,

And death in Hate.

Never again!

Europa by Globus

~ForeverHalfa