Even the few times he had spoke to Christina had been at night, never once sending message or visiting in the day. At least now she knew why. It was a crime and if they survived this he only had a handful of options. But if they failed he planned to run to the flames and light himself. He would be damned before he went back to Phoebe.

He knew the idea of Vengance would help her, not a day passed that he did not picture his son's face, or the sound of Mary's last gargled words. Even when under he control he hated her with a passion like he had never known love to be. He hated her enough to live on and bid his time to get stronger, but time was up.

When the flames exploded, Phoebe let out a terrible shriek as the flames engulfed her dress. She ran at Dorian who moved fast fear was clear in his eyes as the flaming sire ran his way swinging the sword heart her head spun clean off and rolled. It was fast much too fast . The room was going up as he threw the sword down on the floor and grabbed the blanket off of Helena throwing it down on the body.

It is a sin... it is a sin.... He kept chanting as he tried to put her out letting his fangs grow out Diablerie He pulled out a knife and shoved it heard into her chest trying to get to her heart but time was running short and the flames getting closer to their only exit.