Kurt's car had given up about a mile away from Bane Manor. Samantha was his main concern, so he was quick to abandon the Kia. As he walked down the foggy road, he removed his 9mm from his holster and checked the clip. If he was walking into a trap, he'd be ready. Kurt slid the clip back into the gun and chambered a round.

"I'm coming Sam..." He said to himself and picked up the pace.

Twenty minutes later, he could see a large house on the horizon. He assumed it was Bane Manor and hurried along. When he finally reached the front door, he knocked gently. He was hoping that if he cooperated, the hostage takers would release his daughter.

"I'm coming Sam..."

The words were barely a whisper, but the words reached Mickey's well-trained ears loud and clear. As a wolf, she ran nimbly through the forest. It was dark, and she was growing weary. However, she would not stop until she reached Bane Manor and found her brother, Skylar. It didn't take long to overcome the man who had whispered. He was tall, dark-skinned. He was handsome. Michaline shook her head. There was no reason for her to let herself get distracted. She had to find her older brother.

"Shut up! Just shut up!"

"You don't even remember them, do you? Our real parents? Don't you even care about them!?"

"Go away and leave me ALONE!!"

The words played over and over in Jonah's head, tormenting him like a broken record. He couldn't believe he'd said those things, and to his own sister. The only person he'd ever been close to, the only person he'd been willing to hold onto... and he'd pushed her away. Just because he couldn't control his emotions. And now she was gone. Dissappeared right off the face of the Earth. He didn't care what he had to do, where he had to go, whether or not he lived through it. As long as he got Morgan back safe, it would all be okay.

Jonah sighed, pulling his jacket tighter to his body. He wasn't sure how long he'd been walking, but somehow he knew where he was going. Bane Manor. He had no idea what the place was or how he knew he was going the right way. The image had just popped into his head and something inside told him that he'd find Morgan there. It was as good a lead as any. The police were doing absolutely nothing and the Drakes, his "parents," were still in shock over the ordeal. Which only left him. Jonah couldn't even begin to imagine what he was getting himself into, and frankly, he didn't care right now. He had to find Morgan. He had to set things right.

It wasn't much longer before he found what he was looking for. The building looked even more forboding than it had in his head. There was one thing different about this picture, though: The car on the gravel driveway and the man at the front door. Jonah's eye's narrowed as he approached, letting his impulses guide him. That hadn't always worked in the past, but what choice did he have at the moment. "Hey!" He fixed the man with the most threatening glare a teeneged boy could muster. "Where is she?"

A soft cold win blew through Bane Manor, eerily seeming to open the door for the man."Come...in my little flies..."Whispered the soft voice of a woman, possibly a young one with a mature tone. The Manor creaked nosily from the wind blowing and the house seemed to shake a tad bit. A woman with with a red hood and red robes slowly descended down the stairs, her robes sliding down with her in a velvet red trail."Welcome to my home .....though I haven't been quite lonely lately I dare say, not with your precious loved ones keeping me good company. "She said in her soft almost sleepy voice.

She continued to walk down the stairs until she reached the bottom step and paused, her face unseen by the red hood blocking it."You have come to save what you save what you have lost yes? But first you must learn why you lost it...."

Michaline's ears flattened against her head. She didn't even care that there were two humans around that could see her. She bared her teeth at the robbed figure who had stepped out on the porch.

Where is my brother, witch? What have you done to him?!

Her wolf lips didn't move, but the words clearly came from her, as it was guteral, but recognizebly female, as the witch would not have asked herself that. Her insticts were screaming against what she was doing. The Werewolf council would surely skin her alive if they found out about this. However, for now, she wasn't concerned with anything but getting her brother back.

"Whose a Witch young pup?"She said smiling down at the wolf as she began to play with the black string wrapped around her fingers."Tis not I who is a witch, no no though I have been called that many times."She chuckled slightly and paused as the string became entangled in her fingers."I have the precious ones but I will not give them back until your realize..."She paused again and this time cupped a pale hand behind her equally pale ears."Hear that? You can hear the sounds of your failure as a sister Michaline...."The woman chuckled and then began to back away into the darkness, seeming to disappear almost instantly into the night.Her voice echoed around the room while her body vanished"Welcome to Bane Manor, please....make your selves at home my new friends..."

Kurt began to answer the young man behind him, but stopped when he caught a glimpse of the hooded woman. Her voice chilled him to the bone, and he backed away a bit, bumping into a wolf behind him. He stumbled forward in shock. It hadn't been there seconds before. It was if it had just materialized suddenly. He drew his pistol and pointed it at the beast. The wolf growled at the woman, and from somewhere, Kurt could hear a voice. Was it the wolf?

"Welcome to Bane Manor, please....make your selves at home my new friends..."

Kurt watched as the woman slipped back into the darkness of the home. After a few moments of silence, he turned to the young man.

"You heard that wolf talk too, right?" He asked, keeping his 9mm focused on the dog.

He looked down at the canine, who stared back into his eyes.

"You talk?" Kurt said, directing his question to the wolf as well.

If it had talked, it would answer him. Not like that would make it any less bizarre. Even if it did respond, what was the next step? Did he need to give it Scooby Snacks? This whole situation had already spun completely out of control. Kurt was definitely in over his head.

Jonah knew that things were going to get wierd; he just didn't have a good idea of just how wierd. The lady in red had unnerved him, though he'd never let it show or admit it out loud. The talking dog had given him a shock, that he'd admit. Nodding nimbly in response to the older guy's question, he had to wonder just what he had gotten himself into.

He shook his head, forcing himself to focus on the task at hand. "Look, cut the crap, alright?" he snapped into the darkness, thinking maybe the woman was just inside the doorway. "Where's my sister? What did you do to her?!" No answer. Nothing but hollow, dead silence.

By this time, he'd pretty much forgotten about the guy with the gun and the wolf straight out of Narnia. They just weren't that important right now. Morgan was. Swallowing hard to ease his dry throat, Jonah inched toward the open door, just now realizing how stupid this was. He had no weapons, no source of light, he didn't even have a cellphone with him. The kid was getting in way over his head, and he knew it. He exhaled a shaky sigh, steeling his nerves. "For Morgan," he reminded himself, stepping even closer to the door. Once he made it through, he had a feeling there'd be no going back.

Aimee's breath came out in quick gasps as she ran towards the Bane Manor.
She paused when she saw it, then forced herself to run faster.
Her blonde and pink hair covered one of her pale blue eyes as she stopped in front of it.
With a low growl, she approached the open door, seeing the others , she tensed up.
She followed Jonah into the doorway, watching the others warily.
Her father was the only family she had left, and she wasn't about to lose him.

Aimee's breath came out in quick gasps as she ran towards the Bane Manor.
She paused when she saw it, then forced herself to run faster.
Her blonde and pink hair covered one of her pale blue eyes as she stopped in front of it.
With a low growl, she approached the open door, seeing the others , she tensed up.
She followed Jonah into the doorway, watching the others warily.
Her father was the only family she had left, and she wasn't about to lose him.

Kurt lowered his gun and watched the two strangers enter the house. He glanced back at the wolf.

"I'm not really sure what the fuck is going on here... But I'm gonna go after them" He informed the beast.

As he approached the door, he paused and looked back. Kurt felt like a moron speak to an animal like it could hear him, but it hadn't attacked him, so he assumed it was friendly or at least tolerant of him.

"You coming?" He questioned over his shoulder.

After a few seconds, he entered the void behind the young girl and boy.

Buy the ticket, take the ride.

The first thing Jonah noticed when he entered the manor was the smell. It was musty, suffocating, almost dead. And it was dark inside, almost pitch black. He blinked a few times, letting his vision adjust to the light (or lack thereof). Already, this place gave off the same vibe as a horror movie, and it was really starting to get to him.

Swallowing heavily, he took a step back, his nerve quickly starting to fail him. This was crazy. He had no idea what kind of trap he was walking into. Fear and doubt starting to take hold, he turned back toward the door-- only to yelp in surprise as he nearly ran into a teenaged girl. "Who the--when did you--ugh..." Jonah scowled, deciding to just drop it. He had a feeling things were just going to get stranger as the night went on.

Now that he was paying attention, he noticed that the man had followed him in as well. For the life of him, Jonah couldn't decide whether this was a comfort or a fact that he should be wary of. Saving that question for another time, he turned back towards the main room, scanning it for any signs of their mysterious host. "Alright, we're here!" His voice echoed off the walls, loud enough that she was sure to hear. "What do you want from us, huh!?"

The darkness around the manor seemed to grow denser, thicker around the guests."What...do...I want?"Said the woman's almost sickly sweet voice swirling around them now."I want satisfaction. You all need to be punished, but for what you are wondering yes?"The voice let out a small laugh and then seemingly disappeared...for the moment.

The Old One let out a sigh as she emerged from the Manors darkness, now making her way towards the garden.She smiled to herself as she wondered when they would realize that they were all trapped here, another set of flies in her silk woven web.

"Tic Tic Tic...that's the sounds of your time running out."She whispered as she continued to walk towards the Garden, her feet making no sound against the cold stone steps.

Maria walked climbed through one of the rather dirty windows of Bane Manor, managing to land gracefully on the floor inside."I gotta thank my gymnastics teacher for that..."She said smirking as she moved to get a closer look inside this old looking Manor.She took notice of the several people in her and then towards the...dog? No wolf that was by the darker guy."What..the hell?"She said whispering as she moved closer to them.She had heard a distinct female voice from outside, but found none in the Manor."Who the hell are you people?"

Kurt watched The Old One disappear again. He turned to the boy and placed his gun back into his holster.

"Wait, you lost someone too? Have you all lost someone?" He asked him, then the group.

How many people were gonna show up tonight? It was like an open house at his daughter's school, except those people made even a talking wolf look bad.

Ignoring the shudder that ran up his spine at the sound of the cloaked woman's voice, Jonah glared into the darkness. "Punished? For what!? Why are you doing this!?" No answer. Growling, he raked his fingers through his hair, resisting the urge to start pulling it out. What the hell was going on here? This woman wasn't going to make anything easy for him, that much was obvious.

Jonah glanced up at the new voice, only to see another girl who'd apparently entered through an open window. Stormy blue eyes rolled in exasperation. What was this, a house party? "I could ask the same thing," he muttered, just loud enough for her to be able to hear.

The older guy's question got his attention, as well as causing a sharp pang in his chest. "Yeah. My little sister's somewhere in this house of horrors." He looked up, curious. "What about you?"

Michaline hadn't answered anyone, until she followed everyone into the house. She glared at Kurt, since he had been the one who had pointed the gun at her. "Yes, I talk." Her voice became less gutteral, as, slowly, she began to change. Within five minuets, Michaline stood, blonde and fully clothed, just outside the group that had converged in the manor. All of them had lost someone. "I'm a werewolf, so that bullet won't kill me. Silver is what you have to use. That...witch took my brother, Skylar. He's also a werewolf."

Kurt watched in amazement as the wolf transformed into a beautiful young woman. Instead of trying to argue with himself about the existence of werewolves, he just swallowed whatever confusion was swarming around inside him.

"I lost my little girl... Samantha" He said to the group.

He focused again on the werewolf and extended his hand. What did he have to lose?

"I'm Detective Kurtis Thompson... I'm sorry about point the gun at you before" Kurt said apologetically.

If these people had lost a loved one as well, then they were all on the same side. If they worked together, maybe they could find who they were looking for quicker.

Maria stepped out of the shadows and raised an eyebrow towards the wolf-girl and the older man."Listen it seems all of us have had someone important taken from us alright, and if we don't work together were never going to see them again."She was blunt ...as usual."The Lady.....up there, haven't you guys EVER heard the legends of her?"

By the time the wolf had turned into a human girl, Jonah was sure he'd need serious therapy after all of this. Werewolves, haunted houses, creepy ladies who disappeared into thin air. If a sparkling vampire showed up, heads where gonna roll, that was a guarantee.

She had a point, though. Seemed like everyone here had lost someone the were close to. Jonah subtly glanced at the remaining two girls. 'Wonder what their stories are...' he wondered absently. The teenager sighed, just wanting this nightmare to end as soon as possible. "Name's Jonah Mason. And what do you mean about that woman, exactly? What... legends are you talking about?" He was pretty sure he'd remember bedtime stories about ladies in red who stole innocent children away.

Maria raised an eyebrow and then sighed."Maria Talbot, but you can call me Mary since it seems like were all going to be close!" She said smirking slightly and then stretching her arms."I guess most people wouldn't have known about the Legend of the...Old One, or ...The Grey Siren."She moved closer to them all and her voice took a slightly more serious tone."She supposedly has a real pretty face underneath that hood of hers, but her eyes are supposed to suck out your soul I don't know, it was a long time ago when my mom told me, the point is this isn't some Lady we can shoot, take our family and leave. "

Kurt listened to Maria explain, then drew his gun from his holster again.

"Who says we can't shoot the bitch?" He barked, but fell silent and slid his pistol back into place.

If there were Werewolves running around, then maybe Maria was right.

"So what do we do?" Kurt asked her seriously.

The Old One walked past the flowers in the garden, taking time to pass by the Irises and to lean down and smell them. She placed one in her hand and crushed it between her pale fingers."Beauty....is so fleeting.."She whispered now smiling as she watched the petals drift down onto the ground.She could hear everything her little flies were saying inside, and she was particularly pleased with two of them. The one called Maria, and the boy Jonah. The older man interested her too, but she watched the younger with a more keen eye. "Hmm...so she knows me...and what I do.....how interesting..."

"Well if she obviously wants us to realize..."Our crimes" or whatever."She said shaking her head in an unsure way."Has anyone gone to prison or something? Done something really really bad that they regret? Be honest too because this is not the time to lie. We need to get through this and then try and figure out how to kill that freaky bitch!"

Kurt didn't have to think hard about this one. One memory had been with him for seven years. He sighed and leaned against chair.

"I've... Um... I've got something in my past that I regret" He said softly to the others. "About seven years ago, I... Killed someone... A kid" Kurt forced out.

The thought of the event made him sick all over again.

"I thought he had a gun, and he went for it... It was a cellphone..." He mumbled and sat in the chair defeated.

He never thought he'd have to face this again.