Hey guys! Sorry it's been so long but I finally finished it! Yay!

Shout outs to all my reviewers and special thanks to E.G WINSTON! For helping me throughout the story

Disclaimer:I don't own Newsies or the poem, by Lord George Bryon!

I do own Colt, Mickey and the rest of the characters that are original!

Colt's Pov

I stood there, in the darkest of night, waiting and watching. As i waited for the breaking of the spell I whispered into the night, a poem of darkness and light.

But first, on earth as Vampire sent,

Thy corse(corspe) shall from its tomb be rent,

Then ghastly haunt thy native place,

And suck the blood of all thy race,

There from thy daughter, sister, wife,

At midnight drains the stream of life,

Yet loathe the banquet which perforce,

Must feed thy livid living corse,

Spot's POV

It burned in my head, I could feel her presents as I searched

Thy victims ere they yet expire

Shall know the demon for their sire,

As cursing thee, thou cursing them,

Thy flowers are withered on the stem.

But one that for thy crime must fall,

The youngest, most beloved of all,

Morris and Oscar's POV

Her presents was with us, she was there. We heard the poem befor and whispered as well

Shall bless thee with a father's name-

That word shall wrap thy heart in flame!

Yet must thou end thy task, and mark

Spot's Pov

Her cheek's last tinge, her eye's last spark,

And the last glassy glance must view

COlt's POV

Which freezes o'er its lifeless blue;

Then with unhallow'd hand shalt tear

Morris and Oscar's POV

The tresses of her yellow hair,

Of which in life a lock when shorn

Spot's POV

Affection's fondest pledge was worn,

Morris and Oscar POV

But now is borne away by thee,

Colt's POV

Memorial of thine agony!

Spot's Pov

I looked at the needle in my hand. At Colt's untouched body. It was stiff and cold, pale and white. I knew that if this didn't work that all was lost. I looked at the needle, it was blue with red mixed in. I everyone in the room held their breaths as I plunge the needle into her. As the needles color drained, Colt's coloring filled through her.

Narrators Pov

Colt's eyes fluttered open as Spot removed the needle from her. She stood herself up, her face bright and living.

"Colt!" The three boys screamed, clobbering the confused Colt. They hugged her as if this was the last time they would hug her.

A clapping sound turned the four heads towards Mickey, who held a ebony gun pointed at the Quartet. His eyes were a burning black fire, his mouth in a villainous smile. They three boys looked at each other, clutching Colt to them. She pulled them away as she walked towards his. Her eyes connected with his.

Black and Black.

He stood there, confused at the sight of Colt. Colt concentrated hard on something, something powerful. A moment she had waited for her whole life.

"Argh!" Mickey screamed, his howl was blood curtling. He clutched his head as a chant rose more and more violently in his head

Memorial of thine agony!

He howled for it to stop, sinking to the ground in the most pathetic and agonizing way. Colt focused more and more on the sentence, stepping more and more closer to Mickey.


A gun shot rung through the air in the warehouse. The four looked around for the gun. It wasn't there, nor was the boy who shot it. Colt stood there for a couple of seconds befor her body turned hot and she collapsed. Spot picked her up bridal style and the four left the warehouse.