Warren was given very precise orders. Kill Vanessa.

Now, Warren did not want to kill Vanessa. Warren very much liked Vanessa and had been hoping that one day they may even marry.

But Warren was given a choice. Kendra and Seth, or Vanessa.

And oh did it ache. It tore and burned and hurt. But Warren could never let any harm come to Kendra and Seth. And this was a test to insure his loyalty, to prove just how far he would go for them.

Vanessa was my world, but Kendra and Seth, they were my universe.

They are my innocent sweet little cousins. Who are now in Ronodin's grasp, and that was Warren's fault too. But it was that or their death. And as long as they were alive, there was hope.

So he would betray them a thousand times for this outcome, and he would kill Vanessa a thousand times for it too.

Which is why his decision was made. He was going to kill Vanessa. And he would hate every second of it.

He was back at the big house. Vanessa was in the kitchen, he could see her from the doorway, making some hot chocolate just like she always does when she's upset.

Vanessa was staring at cup, the milk heating, she was clearly in deep thought.

It was now or never. But… just once more… just once more he wanted to hold her.

So he did.

He moved over and wrapped his arms around her, breathing in.

She jolted, jerking in his arms.

"Warren!?"

"Hey Vanessa," He mumbled, pressing his face against her neck.

Just a moment, just one moment with her.

"Warren… Ronodin, did you hear?"

He closed his eyes, "Yeah"

"I'm so sorry Warren. I should've been there. I should've been there to help you protect them."

Warren choked back a sob, he had to. It was her or Kendra and Seth.

"It's not your fault."

It was Warren's, and he didn't regret it.

He pulled his arms away. Sliding one behind his back he held the dagger.

"It's not your fault either Warren."

She faced him, her gaze intent and serious.

"You did everything you could!"

If only she knew. Well, she would, in just a moment. By Patton it hurt. It hurt so much he could barely breathe. Tears were welling up in his eyes.

Her gaze softened.

"Oh Warren."

She wrapped her arms around him, hugging tight.

He tilted his head down as he wrapped his arms around her, dagger in hand.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, kissing her lightly.

One last time.

She tilted her head back.

"It's not-"

She froze, eyes wide.

"It is." He whispered, "I'm sorry."

He closed his eyes and dug the dagger deeper into her back.

For Kendra. For Seth. For them.

"I love you. I'm sorry."

"Wa- Warr-"

She slumped, he held her gently. Slowly he lowered her to the ground.

"I'm sorry, Vanessa," Oh look he was crying again, "I'm so so sorry."

She stared up at him, like she'd never met him before.

Her lips moved.

"War-"

She stilled.

….

…..

Warren sat there for a while.

He had to leave. He couldn't be found. Kendra and Seth needed him.

He still had his universe to protect.

He closed her eyes.

Turning away as he rose, he left.

Back to them. Back to Ronodin. Back to being the traitor. He could barely stand it.

But he would. For them.

Everything is for them.