Satanas

Swords

There was a blast and i felt disoriented. I was laying on the floor at the bottom of the stairs and Michael was beside a broken Mead. Her head gone from her body.

I felt someone tug at the ties on my hands but I never looked to see who it was. Once they were free, I ignored everyone but him. He looked hurt and upset.

Then one of the blondes picked up Meads arm that was a gun.

"Madison!"

"Sorry about your little toy." She said before shooting him.

He pushed back and then hit the wall. "No!" I yelled. I ran to him and held his face. He couldn't be gone. I just got him back.

The red head stole some of his hair and I looked at her with anger, "he won't stay that way.. You can join us. Together we'll be able to fight him." The other blonde woman spoke.

I shook my head, "I can't let him die.." I said quietly.

She came down to eye level with me and smoothed over my hair, "but if you let him live.. our kind will be overrun. We're the only light humanity has left." She said. Her eyes were kind and I trusted her. Somehow, even when I didn't know her.

I nodded, "I didn't get to say goodbye to him." More tears came.

"I'll make sure you have that chance.." She assured me.

She stood up and took Mallory's hand. They said they needed to get her to a safe place. She was going to perform a spell.

Mallory took my hand and dragged me along with her as the blonde and red head followed behind.

I don't even know what the hell happened, suddenly Mallory was stabbed by a tall scary looking man.

I pushed my energy toward him, he flew back and then I plunged the same knife he used on Mallory to kill him.

"In here.." The blonde said as we helped Mallory into a room. We put her into a tub of water.

I didn't stay. I left the room looking for Michael. I knew he wouldn't stay dead.

I came to view of him holding a bloody heart before eating some of it. He licked his lips and moved his hand. Coco had been in front of him and he broke her neck. "No!" I yelled.

He looked over at me and dropped the heart he held, "I die for five minutes and you've already sided with the witches.. tsk tsk." He said coming over to me.

He put his hands on the side of my neck and slowly moved them up, leaving blood on me just like he had on his face. "Michael.." I whispered. He looked at me like he loved me. Like nothing else mattered. "I'm not letting you leave my side.. I need you more than anything." He said with furrowed brows.

The blonde woman was behind him. I saw her. He didn't. She held a sword so big, I knew what her plan was and I was part of it.

I put my hand on his neck and smoothed my thumb over his cheekbone, "I love you." I said quietly. I knew, out of all the things I could say, that would weaken him the most.

I attached my lips to his and kissed him deeply. I cried and then sucked in air as I felt the sword come through me after going through him first. He groaned loudly and yelled. We were connected by the sword. He looked down at me as I felt my body weaken and arch away from him. He cried above me as his hands held my waist. He didn't seem the slightest bit bothered by his own pain. My arms fell limb beside me, as did my neck.

"You bring her back! You're not taking another person I love!" He yelled. I could hear the blondes voice but I had no idea what she said. She was so far from me but he was still on the sword with me. "I'll let you all live, I promise.. just bring her back." He cried. I felt myself go out of consciousness until the sword went back out of us and it startled me awake. I yelled in pain and he kept one hand on my back and the other on my waist.

He sat down on the floor cradling my body. "Hey.. hey wake up." He cried. I could see but it was blurry. He looked up at the witch who stood above us now. "Please.. I need her. She's one of you... you can't let her die.." He begged. The antichrist, sitting below a witch and asking for my life to be brought back.

He brought his lips to mine and kissed me softly as she leaned down beside him. He moved my hair out of my face as I didn't have any energy to do a damn thing.

And suddenly I was wide awake. I could see clear. I could hear normally and my body wasn't bleeding to death anymore.

I breathed heavily as Michael leaned his forehead against my temple. "Don't ever do that to me again." He whispered.

I looked at the witch beside me, "why?" I asked her.

"He made me a promise. And he is going to keep it." She said.

I remembered Mallory. She was dying. "Mallory.." I said before getting up. I went to the room she was in and saw her lying in the tub of water. Without question, I got into the water with her. I couldn't let her die. Not again.

I held my hands over her stomach. She was going to wake up. She needed to live. I wasn't leaving here until she was alive again.

I tried hard. Harder than anything else I had done. And then her eyes sprung open and she sat up straighter. She breathed heavily as she clutched the sides of the tub.

"Where.. where is he? Where's Cordelia?" She asked.

I smiled at her, "you don't need to do any more.." I said to her before leaving the tub of water. I walked out of the room to see Coco had been healed. And the blonde who shot Michael, although I don't know what happened to her; she looked angry.

"How can I trust that you won't go back on your promise?" The one I assumed was Cordelia asked.

"We stay out of each other's way. I have no reason to step in.. I made Kansis a promise and I'm not risking her loyalty to me by killing any more of her own kind." Michael said.

The angry blonde rolled her eyes, "how can we believe that? You're the fucking antichrist."

"I'll keep him away." I said. They looked over at me and I nodded, "I love him but I'm a witch. Just like all of you. I'm not letting anymore of us die because of him." I told them.

*****

They let us go. They went their way and we went ours. I did see them off and on because after all that, it felt strange not to know the only other witches alive after the apocalypse.

Michael took me to an underground home. It was so big. Almost too big for just two people.

But we had ways of making it fun...

I saw him sitting at his desk, scrolling through things on his computer. What he needed to check for in a lifeless world, I don't know.

I grabbed his hair in my hands roughly and pulled his head back. Exposing his neck to me and placed a knife against his skin.

He laughed darkly before I spoke, "I wanna play." I said.

"You could have just asked.." He said taking the knife and standing up in front of me with it in his hand.

He stood tall in front of me, our bodies nearly touching. His eyes stayed on mine as he grabbed the top hemline of my dress and cut it with the knife. He dropped it to the floor and it made a clanking sound.

His hands ripped the material off me and I pushed against him angrily, "I didn't want you to ruin it! I liked this one." I said.

He smirked at me and grabbed a handful of my hair. He tugged back on it and I was forced to look up at him, "you wanted to play.. so we're gonna play." He said quietly. His lips moved on mine and I felt his tongue in my mouth. I bit down on it and he groaned into me. I knew that would get him going.

There was only one way we liked to play... Rough.

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a/n:

This fic isn't done even though the final battle from apocalypse happened! Also, I wrote it different so I hope no one is bothered by that!