That night while everyone else slept, Melle slowly opened her eyes up. After getting in her quality time with Stinkie she remembered falling asleep. Hrmn, her eyes drifted lazily towards the clock which read 10:50PM on it. A light smile formed on her face as she sleepily raised up off of her husband. There was a soft giggle that escaped her as she stared down at Stinkie's sleeping form. His head was tilted back with one arm stretched out across a pillow. LOUDLY he snored which only furthered Melles cause to giggle. For a moment she wondered how she managed to sleep through that. Mhmn, but no time to dilly dally!

"You crazy guy..." Gently her hand touched his cheek as she kissed his lips. It was then that it hit her, her mouth was drier than a desert. Smacking her lips together she tried to get her mouth wet some how but just couldn't. So softly inhaling through her nose Melle moved herself off of her lover to stand on her feet. Quietly she dressed herself into her pajama pants and a t-shirt as she stepped closer to her little cooler. Opening it up she'd be disappointed to what she found.

Apparently someone drank the last pop that had been stored there. That only meant one thing now. She had to go downstairs and into the kitchen. Oy, how she hated the thought of that. Though her mouth was so parched, and she hated water of all things...! Well she supposed there was no other choice. So grabbing up a piece of paper she wrote a note and placed it on the bed next to him so he'd find it if he woke up. The last thing she wanted was for him to worry about her yet again. Before she left she covered him up with the blanket. Only once all of this was done did she exit the room and head towards the stairs.

As she walked the halls she wondered if she'd run into Stretch, Fatso or Ghastly. It was almost assured with how THOSE three were! I mean they just loved to tease, and especially tease her when they had the chance. Though to her surprise not a single one of them bothered her as she passed through the halls. Stepping up to the stair case she yawned yet again and stared around. Something was amiss. Her sixth sense shouted at her that there was something wrong. Pausing in her foot steps she looked around eying down every nook and cranny. Who was it...? Was it Stretch...? Was it Fatso...? Maybe Ghastly...? Naw... It didn't feel like them.. but then again.. it could be... Oh well! She shrugged it off and continued downstairs only to find that the door had been left cracked open.

Again she paused as she finally rolled her eyes. "AUGH, now I KNOW it's them for sure...! No one else would be STUPID enough to come into Whipstaff Manor THIS late with a total of 4 crazy ghosts! "Oh ..HA, HAH, VERY funny fellas, NICE try." Melle grumped lightly as she closed the door. "Do you have ANY idea how damned cold it is outside...?! "

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do..." A creepy and angered sounding voice echoed from the hallway to the kitchen.

Jumping back frightenedly Melle stared down the hall way as the figure walked closer and closer to her. She prayed that it was only Stretch or someone playing some kind of weird joke on her though it turned out far differently. Instead it was the one person she feared it would be! There before her stood Dash tall and brooding. At this point he was pissed about everything that had happened even more so. "SO...didja have a NICE wedding...?"

"D-Dash!" Melle stepped backwards quite a few ways. "Look you little asshole... you better stay away from me! There are forces in this here manor that you do NOT want to mess with! "

"OH NO...I'm SOOOOOo scared of these damned little ghost friends of yours...!" Dash narrowed his eyes and taunted her a little.

It was then that Stretch appeared from behind the snot ball kid. His eyes were blood red as this is one trespasser her HATED with a passion. How DARE he enter into HIS domain! With much force he morphed his arms into a mallet and SLAMMED as hard as he could into Dash, Sending him flying across the floor. "YEAH!? WE'LL YA SHOULD BE BONE-BAG!" Stretchs voice roared out angrily. Melles eyes widened as she watched this happen. A Smile formed on her face as she cheered at Stretch. "Thank you, Thank you , but please hold all applauds until the end..!" and with that Stretch flew over to the kid and picked him up by his collar. "JUST who da hell do ya think YOU are enterin' inta a house dat, YOU dun belong in!? Y'JUST CAN'T LEAVE 'EM ALONE CAN YA?! WE'VE been more den nice lettin' ya's live...but...YER PUSHIN' IT...!" A growl rumbled as he slams Dashes back into one of the walls.

"NGGH...!! WELL...THAT'S..Y-YOUR MISTAKE THEN!!!" Dash panickedly grabbed out a porty vac he had brought with him. Reaching into his pocket he pulled it and aimed it right at Stretch hitting the on switch which in turn sucked him up.

"STRETCH!! HEY -" Melle shouted as Ghastly then took a turn at the guy. Ghastly grabbed then kid by his hair and tossed whatever she could find at him. Though it was to no avail...! She was sucked up as well and when it came down to Fatso's turn, he engulfed the boy inside of him attempting to gross him out. Oohh while it did Dash did take his chance to see if that vacuum would work on the inside out...! Luckily for him it worked as all three ghosts were now planted nicely inside of the vacuum.

"WELL now..." Dash eyed down Melle as he slowly raised up from his knees. "They're finally out of the way, so what do you say about you and ME spending some quality time together...?" A smirk spread widely across his face as he walked towards her.

Narrowing her eyes at him Melle just gained a stance. There was no way she'd go without a fight and as he got closer she ran at him. First thing she did was jump into the air and send out a kick at him. When this succeeded to send him stumbling back a little, Melle then tried to get him on his back, and then his sides, using some punches and kicks. Dash was hit with a few, but managed to dodge the last ones. Grabbing Melle by her leg he pulled her close, and with one foul swing cracked her right upside her head/neck area with the hand-held vacuum. Melle's eyes bugged out as she passed out right there.

"Well now.. . I hope that Blayne will put up a far better fight than you all have." Dash rolled his eyes and picked Melle up over his shoulder, carrying her outside and towards the cliffs. Well there'd be one way for certain that he'd be able to get rid of Stinkie. A smirk formed, he'd do ANYTHING to get that revenge... ANYTHING...

Meanwhile Stinkie slowly opened his eyes he stretched out and yawned. His green breathe tumbling out into a little cloud. Blinking he noticed that he hadn't felt Melle on top of him. Irking an eyebrow he sits up in bed and looked around the room. "Melle...?" He calmly called out as he spotted the note next to him. "Hrmn..?" Curiously he picked it up and read it a chuckle coming from him. "Yea'... dat sounds about right...Hrmn... Melle..!" Grinning really big he hugged onto a pillow tightly as he still hardly believed what they did. Happily he lept to his feet as he dressed himself up into some boxers and pants.

It wasn't until he walked over to the window to look out that he noticed something that'd take his breath away. In almost an instant his eyes filled with fright as he watched Dash carry Melle over his shoulders and towards the cliffs. "N-NO.. NO... NOOO!" He shouted as he grabbed up a shirt and jacket, putting them on as he floored it down the was NO WAY he'd let him hurt her. NO! He promised her again.. and.. AUGH! How the hell did that little scumbag get into THEIR manor anyways?! It was only at this moment that he cursed for not being able to just fly through floors and walls. His feet carried him down the stairs as quickly as they could. In fact he even managed to skip a few of them as he jumped from them. The last thing he picked up was a sword one that he recalled being there from one of Stretchs scares.

"DAT ...DAT..." Stinkies eyes filled with rage as he raced out the door and through the snow, having placed on his shoes just before he exited. "WHAT A... NGGH!!" As he approached the cliff area he eyed Dash. "WHAT THE HELL DO YA THINK YER DOIN' WIT...-MY- WIFE?!" with every foot step he gained closer and closer to Dash.

"Well I was just tying her up with some rope. So she wouldn't get away if she woke up. You never seem to fail, you're always RIGHT on time Blayne, GOOD for you..!" Dash grinned as he readied out a longer knife he'd pulled from the kitchen.

"GET DA HELL AWAY FROM 'ER!!!" When he was close enough, he pulled out the sword he'd brought with him from the sheathe and started into a toe to toe battle with Dash. "DON'T YA EVER TOUCH 'ER AGAIN!! In fact... I'LL MAKE SURE Y'DON'T!!" swinging his sword from high above his head he slashed at Dash. Dash did his best as he dodged the swings, others he blocked using the knife he'd pulled from the kitchen.

"Oohh.. look who knows how to use a sword..! You really are a man aren't you...? Hrmn... A very Insignificant one of which I plan to do away with..." Lunging at him Dash slashed at Stinkies sides.

"HNGGHH!" With widened eyes Stinkie twisted and spun out of the way, bringing his sword around to attack Dashs legs and back with it.

"I'm surprised at you... Risking your whole existence just for one little human girl. Some FLESHIE that you freaks love to scare the daylights out of..! Not to mention to put them into insane asylums." Tumbling out of the way Dash managed to get a cut on him which only furthered his anger.

"Well YOU should know ALL ABOUT DAT...! Seein' as yer granpappy was put dere, an' YER NEXT!!!!" with more force added to it Stinkie attempted to slash Dash with yet another swing from that sword. This continued only for a few minutes longer when Dash managed to send the sword FLYING out of Stinkies hand.

"Hrmn... it would appear that you've been disarmed...Now what are you going to do...?" Circling with him Dash watched Stinkies every move.

"Da only thing I can do obviously... Fight like a real man...!" And so Stinkie launched himself at Dash. With a quick move and a Belch, he grabbed Dashs hand that held the knife, while his other fist proceeded to make an impact into his face. "You...ASSHOLE...! Dis was da last night dat I had left wit 'er...!" Angrily he kicked Dashes hand while he was down, sending the knife flying in another direction. The next kick that Stinkie unleashed was RIGHT into Dashs stomach, then a HARD one to his face. "AND YOU HAD T'RUIN IT!!" as he huffed and puffed it became more and more clear that his time as a human was running REALLY short. His green breath had become MORE and MORE apparent, the stench that followed with it returning to it's almost MADDENING state.

As he watched Dash just lay face first in the snow Stinkie decided to make his way over to Melle. "Wh-Whew... ..Aw... Melle..I hope he didn' hurt ya baby..." He frowned as he untied the ropes from around her, throwing them to the side. "Hrmn...She's still out...hrng.." Softly he patted his hands against her face. "C-C'mon ...wake up...! Wake up..!" Gently he held Melle close to him.

It was while he was occupied that Dash gained strength to get up to his feet. Quietly he huffed and puffed as he stormed towards Stinkie. This would be as good a time as any to strike!! Whipping a hand out he pulled just as HARD as he could on Blanyes ponytail. "...YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT...!!!" Dash roared out at him.

"Y-AAAAH!!" His eyes widened in pain Stinkie dropped Melle and was about to elbow Dash when he found himself FLUNG like a rag doll into a tree. When he hit the tree, it was hard enough that it knocked down quite a few piles of snow. Struggling Stinkie coughed heavily having had the wind knocked out of him.

Dash stepped towards him furiously, so while Stinkie caught his breath he wrapped the rope around his neck and YANKED him closer. His eyes glinted as he spotted the knife a few steps away and using the rope, dragged Stinkie over to it. Stinkie just grabbed at the rope, kicking and just throwing a fit as he tried to get out. It wasn't until the poor Spook felt the knife stabbed into his shoulder that he stopped. At that point Stinkie SCREAMED out in pain. "Aw, What's da matter... Y'can't take bein' alive Ghost boy?! WELL... Don't worry when I'm done, you won't have to go through pain ANY longer!" He laughed as he kicked HIM through the snow now.

"NNNGGH... A-ain't n-nothin' wrong wit.. bein'...a-alive..!!" Stinkie cringed as he held tightly to his shoulder and shuddered. "..Y-yer gonna..r-rot in hell!!" Slowly Stinkie staggered to his feet as he eyed down Dash. In one last attempt Stinkie executed some punches and kicks towards Dash. Some of them managed to hit and well, but still..The poor spook was slower now that he'd been hurt.

It was then that Melle woke up holding her neck and cringing. "W-what...happened...? Wh-where Am I...? S-STINKIE?!" Melle stumbled to her feet as she stared out at him. Stinkie looked at Melle in an instant and smiled to see that she was alright. Though it was then that they'd both witness the horror of Dash, as he plunged the knife into his stomach. "!!" Melle cried out at the top of her lungs as she watched her loved one stumble back a little and then collapse near the edge of the cliffs. "YOU BASTARD...!! NO..!! NO!!" Melle screamed out as she enragedly charged at Dash.

Dash just continued to laugh as he glanced over at the girl who charged him. His smile quickly turning into a grim sneer. Melle attacked him with EVERYTHING she had. This girl was PISSED beyond belief. At this point NOTHING would stop her from kicking his ass. First she landed a punch right into his face, then she slammed his head upon her kneecap, then followed through with an elbow to the head and a good HARD kick in the ass. "YOU ASSHOLE..!! HOW COULD YOU!? HOW COULD YOU!!" As she struggled with Dash to hold him off towards the edge of the cliff. Something happened that neither expected. The ground gave way under Dashs feet.

"W-WAAHH!" Dash cried out as he dropped the knife and started to fall backwards. Quickly he lashed out his hands and grabbed a hold of Melle as he tried to stay on the cliff. Unfortunately for him, he wound up pulling her down with him instead.

"A-ah... AAAAH!!" Melle cried out as she was pulled over the edge with him. To her everything at that moment seemed to go in slow motion as she reached out to Stinkie who layed there on the ground. "H-Help...!!!" her eyes filled with tears as she realized two of her worst fears were happening right there. The heights... and ...losing Stinkie.

Stinkie who had been laying there opened his eyes in JUST enough time to see the two of them go over the edge. His heart RACED as it about burst out of his chest. "MELLE!!! M-MEEELLLLEE!!" He cried out as he pulled himself over to the edge closer. He watched as the two started to fall. Without even a second thought he THREW himself over the edge after her. "HANG ON...!!" As he plummeted towards the two he out stretched his arms towards Melle. He felt himself wanting to go in and out of consciousness but he battled it. He had to reach her, if he was going to die, it'd be protecting her.

It was in that moment of thought he noticed something happening. His whole body had become surrounded by a golden and white colored light. It was time! He was... He was turning back into a ghost. Though it happened slowly... Growling out Stinkie pushed himself forward and grabbed Melle TIGHTLY into his arms, holding her as close as he could to his body. "MMGNHH.,.. I-I'VE GOTCHA MELLE! D-dun worry...!" His eyes filled with tears as they neared closer and closer to the bottom.

"S-STINKIE!!" Melle clenched tightly to him. "Y-you... Y-You came after me...!" This poor girl was frightened beyond belief. Noticing the light that surrounded them she smiled lightly. "W-well... a-at least we'll die together...th-this way..." Was the last thing she managed to get out before EVERYTHING went black.

(ONE LAST CHAPTER TO COME!)