I fear that I have lost Anastasia, not to death but to an evil that possesses her. But I have to face this evil, and I fear to think that I shall have to take her life.
So I rip off what is left of my shredded shirt and toss it over to Lilith to wrap around the wound around her neck.
Edward rises to his feet and stands behind me. This is what I have always admired about him; he shall fight for me until he shall not be able to stand.
And as I look over to Lilith, much to my surprise, she stands to her feet and takes her place next to Edward.
I look at them both with pure sadness on my face.
"Please try to take her alive."
But as I say those words, I know that she is far more powerful than probably all of us in this room.
We watch as she stands in the center of the room with her claws
