Kristopher didn't need the abilities of empathy to sense how Ana was feeling. The small grin was still on his face as the pages were sent soaring around him. He guessed this was his just deserts for what he had done to her. But, despite what she thought, there was still a soft spot for her in his unbeating heart. It would be a hard time getting back on her good side, but it was the side of her he wanted to be on...

...Brute had barely noticed the girl bump into him, but managed to scramble to help her to her feet. He smiled as Ana acknowledged his presence with one of her many kind nicknames for him. The truth being, Brute was also being a little cold towards Kristopher for hurting Ana's heart; Especially since she was nicest to him of everyone, Kristopher coming in second. So taking in the knowledge of the flower he joined in on Ana's cold stare at Krist...

...Removing the remnants of the book from his clothing, Kris stood and watched as Brute and Ana communicated. The look that she gave him was even enough for him to stop grinning. If looks could kill was the only thought that ran through his mind and he was sure that she would like nothing better than to watch the sun devour him or to better yet kill him herself. Part of him thought he should just let her leave, but then not even talking to her would be adding insult to injury and insure that he had no feelings for her at all to begin with…

…With quick and silent steps, Kristopher closed the space between him and Ana. He looked her in the eyes, taking in all of what she felt for him. His harden looked turned to one of remorse with hope for the slightest bit of forgiveness. "So it seems you don't want to talk to me?! But, you used to enjoy our chats, no?" As he spoke he bought his hand to softly cup her chin to make sure she held eye contact with him and was in deed listening.

"...You know we haven't properly discussed the events that have taken place as of late. So how about one last talk...for old times sake?" The charming smile returned to his face as he hoped she would at least allow him that. So his eyes left hers and then to the roof top, where he hoped they could conduct a peaceful talk under the moon's light and feel the cool night's air.

The earth, once dry was now sodden with a sudden rain, clinging to the bare feet of a man. Garbed only in a black drape he crept through the woods, the daunting towers of Kristopher's castle just visible. Rain sputtered from the heavens, and what had once been day was now a darkness fit for night. The trees surrounding Jacob were tall, but comforting. They offered him protection from the rain and from the vampires nearby. The shadows they provided hid his wounds, but did nothing to quell his rage.

Hours ago Jacob had been nailed to a cross, the wounds, still fresh on his hands stung madly. Only by chance had he survived. Conscious when he was being crucified he'd resorted to a darker of arts, feeding off the living like the pray he hunted. Except, he did not drink the blood, but drew power directly from the soul, stealing precious time from an innocent. Jacob was not grieved, nor did he feel guilt for his deed. It was all necessary. What was the importance of a mere mortal when it gave him the chance to overthrow one of the most renowned monsters.

When the coven had retrieved his thought to be corpse and brought him back, he'd slipped away, under the cover of the new dawn. With nothing to aid him and no one who knew of his escape Jacob faced the monsters alone, unless Maxine still breathed. It was his duty to protect her, his sole purpose, and he'd failed. Asking the coven for aid would only humiliate him more. So he left, alone, but unbreakable. Trained as the others were in the light, darkness, it's opposite was never far away. Before escaping from the coven Jacob had embraced power, accepting both light and darkness into his body. Two opposites became one. Perfect unity. The result was power that even the greatest of witches would revere.

Now nearing the castle of his enemy Jacob crouched by a tree. The wet bark scraped his bare back, but held an unexplainable comfort. Pushing away the fallen leaves he began to work on his spell. Pilling mud he muttered an incantation. Soon it took shape. Furniture and a fireplace, apparently alight as some of the earth was dirt, rather than mud. Water, drawn from the sky and earth formed a small figure, the visual features barely noticeable. Despite the flaw in his spell Jacob recognized the figure.

"Maxine." He whispered in an undertone, delighted that she hadn't shared the fate he'd barely avoided. A sigh of relief pushed free from his lips, but then the thought arose. Why isn't she dead? It made no sense, unless of course she was a hostage. But even then, she wouldn't be in a chair, relaxing. She'd be chained, imprisoned and surely guarded. Yet as his spell remained active Jacob could tell she was alone, unguarded, as though she was a trusted member. Cursing under his breath he rose to his feet. He'd attempt to infiltrate the monsters home once more, and this time he would succeed.

Withdrawing a needle from the drapery around his waist Jacob reopened the wound on his left hand. Dipping the tip of his finger into the blood he began to write on his chest, until, finally the words formed a square.

R O L O R
O B U F O
L U A U L
O F U B O
R O L O R

Saying the words aloud Jacobs body began to twitch uncontrollably. He leaned forward, cries of agony pushed through clenched teeth as magic twisted the mans body. His arms outstretched like wings soon became them, his feet curled and grew into talons and his mouth, shut tightly was soon a beak. Within moments he'd changed. A man now raven spread its wings. Letting the winds ruffle the black feathers the bird exploded into flight. Circling about the area under the cover of the trees Jacob ensured there were no threats that trailed him before he soared towards the library, hoping there would be a window, even if it was bared.

Maxine sat the book down, bored with the story of happy romance and the harmony of human life. No such thing would ever exist in her life, reading about it only made her reality worse. Just as she rose from her chair, a familiar scent filled her nose. She looked around the room, and confirmed she was alone. She closed her eyes, and focused on it's energy. An image of her dear friend Jacob appeared in her mind. She shot her eyes open wide, and felt her adrenaline start to rush. It wasn't possible, he was dead. Kristopher himself hung him in the yard of the church.

"It's just your imagination." She told herself. Maxine shook the feeling off, and strolled to the window, pulling back it's satin curtains and gazing out into the night sky. The creaking door startled her, she turned, and saw Mikael. "Sorry to interrupt, M'lady. Kristopher assigned me as your personal aide. Thought I'd take the time to formally introduce myself and check on your well being." Maxine offered a weak smile. He was very attractive, standing over her probably a foot and a half. His dark hair and emerald eyes blended perfectly with his golden skin. "So you're a vampire as well I presume?" He offered an empathetic grin, "Everyone in the house is but you, love." Maxine nodded, and strolled back to her seat, getting comfortable in the leather chair.

Mikael took a seat across from her, and leaned down on his knees, folding his hands together. "So is there anything I can get you? Food, water?" With soft eyes, Maxine said, "No thank you. I'm quite capable of feeding and watering myself." Mikael nodded, "Of course, I wasn't trying to imply that you couldn't. Just trying to be handy, I suppose. Maybe just company is something you'd like?" Maxine looked into the mans eyes, "Yes. Company would be great. My new life has proven to be quite lonely as of late." With that, the two sat sharing short details about themselves and their lives, while the fire flickered off of their faces.

The sound that filled the air was like several bones in someone’s hand being crushed, when Ana slapped Kris’ hand off her shoulder and gave him her worst look of disgust. “Get your filthy, bastard hands of me and never touch me again, you lying piece of scum. There is nothing to talk about here, because I have already decided what I want to do with the rest of my eternity.”

The vampiress turned and walked towards a beautiful sunflower patch and before he could make a move towards her she turned again, sensing his ever movements without even thinking about it. ’It’s because I’ve been under his little mind games too long… I can’t stand knowing everything about him when he knows barely anything about me… Or maybe it’s the other way around. No matter, whatever happens here, I want out and sooner rather than later…’ Her cold, grey eyes dared him to move as her nocturnal companion silently flapped away, resting on a nearby branch of a small tree which incredibly had enough space to grow in the greenhouse dome.

“I’ve decided… That I would rather give up my immortality, my flawless beauty and my super senses and strength just so I can finally slit my wrists and bleed to death than live in this little hell hole. There is no need for us to speak, Kristopher, because I have already heard what you and your little ‘queen’ have to say about me. Oh, you thought I wouldn’t hear, Kris? Did you suddenly forget I can hear every creak and groan this old house makes, as well as ever flit of conversation? Perhaps it was because you were around that… That mortal so long. Thought you‘d have a good bitch, eh? A right good laugh? Thought you‘d add insult to injury after you’d shamed me by leaving me for a witch and then you‘d add salt to the wound by having a good stabbing at my back, as if I wasn‘t humiliated enough.” Ana spat, her saliva sizzling and eroding at the concrete slabs which tiled the floor of the greenhouse.

“So, what were you going to tell me? Let me guess, is it perhaps that I have to back off? Keep away from your precious little fiancée, or she’ll come and get me herself, will she? Oh, I’m so very, very scared of your filthy little play thing which met you at one of your little parties and suddenly fell in love with you, after her entire intention was to kill you. Well, how very, very sweet.” Ana’s voice was intoxicated with sarcasm and rage was rolling off her in waves, like dry ice off a stage at a rock concert.

“Oh, and yes, I knew all about your little parties, Kris. Where you and your parasite rich friends invite tens of innocent young women, all hoping to get a piece of the action, but instead getting their throats tore out. You disgust me, Kris. Not only because of the parties but all the lies you fed me over and over and over again… I’m also disgusted at myself, for taking everyone like a weak, hopeless child, thinking you actually cared about me and you were going to keep everyone of your promises… Tch!” Ana’s gaze dropped to the ground and despite being as angry as a rampaging lioness, her eyes shimmered like she was about to burst into tears. Then she whipped her head at him again, her orbs like steel made from loathing.

“Well?… What are you waiting for, eh? Tell me. Tell me all she wants you to, tell me that I can’t go near her and that she’s just your darling little witch princess and you’ll protect her no matter what. Tell me all the things you told our enemies, when they threatened to kill me. Go on, Kris. Spit it out. Just tell me…… TELL ME!” Ana suddenly screamed, unexpectedly. It was then the room began to shake and all the flowers and the leaves on her beautiful trees started to wilt, trunks and branches bending and crackling, becoming brittle and weak like children mourning over dead mothers. Ana’s eyes spoke volumes, as did her body which was shaking like a leaf.

“Just get it bloody over with so I can pack my things and leave this hell hole…” She finally spoke her true intention, placing it out in the open. But by the defiant tone in her voice, it wasn’t up for debate. “Just let me go… I want out…” Suddenly she was like a vulnerable child… Trapped inside the closet with all the imaginary monsters and desperately wanting to break free and see the light again. A bird inside a cage.

Just as fast as things had came together, they seemed to be coming apart just as quick. Kris's eyes took in the destruction that the vampire girl had caused; he had almost forgot just how powerful she was. But, it was still not enough for his demeanor to change. He was surprised at how Ana was taking this without evening knowing the whole story, these were not the qualities he was looking for in neither a queen nor wife.

He started strolling through the rows of flowers, admiring the their new look since they were more appealing to him now, he was truly one who loved pain and misery. As he started to speak he seemed unaffected by her speech and acted as if none of it had happened.

"I am sorry you feel that way Natashiana, but you do what you must, although I don't want you to leave me. But, you must understand that I have my reasons for everything I do and they don't revolve around hurting your feelings or breaking promises to you. And to hear you accuse me of having intentions of doing so means that you never understood how I feel about you or how you know little about me..."

He took this chance to look up from the dying flowers and to her face then before moving on to the open window near the collapsing tree. Kris could easily explain everything to her, but he had no intention to, especially if she was acting like this: A kid who is throwing a tatrum who can't get something she wants. She so easily became jealous of someone who had only been around for such a short time; She has her own free will and if she thinks she can survive without him and further more just bring herself to leave him, then she could go.

"...So did you really think you would be able to be my queen and/or wife without anyone contesting you for it?! ...The only difference between the others is, Maxine actually has a chance. And you are not only giving up the title, but what we had without even so much as a fuss. Yet, you have already insulted me and attacked me within minutes of being in my presence and she has been in yours for a couple of days and you haven't even attempted to show claim. So what do you think that shows me!? And could you abandon those you called family for so long, so easily!?"

Kris approached Natashiana once again, keeping a few feet between them and looked her over, then rested his in hers sighing. "But...If you want to leave, I'm not stopping you. I wish you were leaving on better terms and we could have a better farewell at least for old times sake before all the hatred." Kristopher really had no clue why she did in fact hate him so much now. Even if it was over the witch, how could they grow into something so big so quick?

Soaring through the dark sky Jacob rounded the castle once before he found the library where Maxine had been. Gliding towards an empty window the wings of the once man momentarily bird flapped furiously, dropping his speed tremendously. Outstretched talons gripped the smooth stone of the windowsill. Somewhat surprised Jacob surveyed the room, cursing when he recognized two figures instead of the one he wanted.

In his mind he began to reason with himself. It didn't make sense for Maxine to be left alone, especially when she was capable of escaping. That's why a vampire was here, guarding her under the guise of being pleasant. Cautiously dropping from the windowsill Jacob crept through the shadows, cautious to draw as little attention to him as possible. The time to strike would present itself soon, but for now, he would wait. Were it necessary, at any point Jacob could introduce himself, and easily kill if not silence the guard, but something bothered him. Maxine had changed, and he didn't know how, and more importantly why.

What happened? Jacob questioned himself, dumbfounded at Maxine's transformation. He could feel power, an aura of sorts. It wasn't incredible, nor overwhelming but constantly present, and he was ashamed he hadn't noticed the change in Maxine earlier. Going against his better judgment Jacob began to chant the spell that had turned him into a raven, once more. Seven times in his mind, and once aloud, then seven times in his mind and twice aloud. This continued, until his figure began to writhe and contort, the effects of the spell reversing and turning the bird back into a man.

Fumbling forward Jacob fell on a knee to prevent his body being exposed by the light. Taking a moment to cover his nudity with the black drapes he rose to his feet, streaks of light illuminating his facial features, cloaking the rest of him in darkness. For a split moment he swore that Maxine had seen him, her eyes widening in surprise, or perhaps horror as his body shot forward. The sound of books falling from their shelves hid the words of power that the witch called upon. The light cast from the lighting showed only a shadow as an arm stretched towards the vampires skull. The thunder did well to disguise the sickening sound of electricity, transferring from Jacobs fingertips into the core of his enemy. Releasing the limp body he let it fall to the floor, then turned to his duty.

"Maxine..." Whispered Jacob overcome by relief.

Maxine couldn't believe her eyes. Before her stood Jacob, she was sure it had to be a ghost. "J-Ja-Jake? But... how?" She looked down at the limp Mikael, then to the door. She wasn't going to risk an entry by Kristopher, it would only end in death. She wasn't sure Kristopher would be a fair match for Jacob, the man she knew was even more powerful than herself.

Maxine dodged to the door and turned the locks, then turned back to Jacob, leaning against the door with her hands on her chest. "I thought you were dead?" This changed everything. Thank the Gods she hadn't gone through with the change Kristopher had offered her. She would have signed herself up to be partnered with him, while her heart would still have belonged to her dearest friend who was in fact alive. But, things were indeed changed since she last saw her friend. The potion, she had consumed evil itself. The betrayal to her Coven now hit her harder than ever before.

Maxine slowly walked back to her chair, and hung her head in her hands. "Oh Jacob, this changes everything. Everything."

Ana became more limp and unsteady with every word Kris spoke. Just his voice seemed to be draining her very life force. Once he was done she slipped her hand under her shirt and pulled out an amulet on a long, thin chain and snapped it off her neck. She handed the amulet to him, pressing it inside his hand and then begun to back away, like a cornered dog with it's tail between it's legs.

"I guess... Neither of us never knew much about it other after all... I'll go pack my things." And with that her body's form began to slip and slide and like ice melting into water and then back into a solid form, a proud and beautiful snow leopard stood before Kris and then slipped away to the side, it's muscles and sinews ripping through it's legs and shoulders. There was a rustle of dead leaves and Ana was gone. Heratio turned it's head 180 degrees to look and blink at Kris, then it turned back and flew away, the brittle branch it had been sitting on snapping and falling to the floor.

The snow leopard double tracked past Kris so she could run her smooth fur against Brute's leg, looking at him with big honey coloured eyes before slinking off to her room. Heratio landed on the handle and pulled it to, so Ana could easily go in without so much as lifting a paw. The owl then closed the door on his mistress and flew away, out the open window and into the cool night air. Intending to go straight for her suitcase under her bed, Ana stopped before her transformation back could begin and her nose picked up a whiff of something that wasn't suppoed to be in the house.

Male witch.

Like a hungry dog sniffing cooked meat, Natashiana slipped down the stairs that led her down the spire and into the main body of the castle, her padded paws no more then a whisper as she gracefully slipped through the shadows towards the library. Just as she approached, she heard the locks go and her nose turned up like she had smelt something bad. The two witches were in there together. Flicking her ears, she prowled away, towards the dungeon, where she would certainly find a secret passage which would get her inside. Not only that, but she didn't want to be around when Kris came storming in. The bastard would probably hit her with something 'by accident' in his haste to get through the front door.

As the amulet was set in Kris's hand, it was the most contact the two had. The room was now filled with silence and sorrow, the hatred and resentment had left. His eyes looked to his palm then to her as she changed and left him, but not without saying goodbye to Brute which made the giant grin. With his mind still in a bit of a daze, Kristopher walked out to the roof and stood under the moon's light. He stretched out his arm and opened his fingers, revealing the amulet.

It was made of silver and crafted in the form of: a bat winged heart, the bottom of it forming a Fleur De Lys, on the top of the heart rested a three point crown, and encased in the rose vine framed heart was a blood ruby; It was the Cazador family crest and meant you belonged to them, every member of the clan had one and Ana's was the only one with the ruby, therefore meaning more than the others.

The amulet had been given to her around the time when they had first met and there love was new and fresh. It represented how he was giving his heart to her and how she would forever be hers, so in return she gave him her life: her human one, so that way they could be together forever... And now that he had it back it meant that things were over between them and whatever love they shared had vanished...

The more Kris stared at the necklace, the more he filled with rage causing him to let a blood-curling yell. The sound was enough to stop all movement in an earshot radius and the many bats that were resting filled the sky, almost blotting out the moon... However that was enough to just calm him for now, he placed the amulet around his neck and re-entered the greenhouse. Kristopher strolled to Brute and looked to his old friend for guidance.

"Do you think that was best for me to do: Just let her leave like that?! I should convince her to stay?!" Brute looked back at him and gave a subtle nod, signifying his answer. "...Yes. Yes, I will give it one last try then...But, on a another note. Why did you just stand there!? Why didn't you help me out, I think you wanted her to kill me, so you two could run off together!?" Kristopher chuckled as he teased his friend and walked off at the sound of Brute's own chuckle.

...They were quickly in the hallway that leads to Natashiana's room, it was between her two favorite places in the castle: the greenhouse and the library. They were both far off from each other, the library the farthest, but for a vampire it was nothing to travel to. Kristopher knocked and announced whom it was before taking it upon himself to enter. Her scent filled his nostrils, but to his surprise she was not there packing or yelling at him for entering without her permission. He decided he would wait for her to arrive since she couldn't be too far off.

Perplexed by her comment Jacob stood still, unsure what to say or do. He wasn’t surprised she’d thought him dead though, the entire coven had, and he’d surprised himself as well. He didn't know what to say, or if he ought to tell her what happened. It probably didn't even matter now, now that everything had changed. Although what exactly everything was, was unknown to Jacob. However, something did seem different about Maxine. Stronger, perhaps, either in strength or spirit, if not both. Pushing back his short hair with one hand Jacob flailed the other, allowing it to speak for him, a bad habit he’d acquired from childhood.

“Well, I’m not dead, that's for sure.” Jested Jacob, stifling a small chuckle trying to comfort both Maxine and himself. He wanted to tell her everything would be alright, that together they could run away, back to the coven and get help before reattempting the raid. But that was a lie, and false comfort would only lead to anger and pain later, when the truth was unveiled. "But more importantly, how does this change anything? What happened when I was dead Maxine?"

Angel was in her room. She was awake from all of the rockus that was going on. Her aunt wouldn't allow her to walk outside when the sun had set, she wouldn't be at her peek . Her aunt Dominique kept telling her that without the sun she would be a target for the blood suckers. As she opened the room she walked into the living room. Everyone would probably be asleep.She didn't like the feeling she was having.

It felt like if something inside her had died, as if a member of the Vida coven had left them. It was probably one of the coven myth but without hesitation she called her Aunt.

The phone kept ringing, it seemed it was turned off.
"Plese leave a message after the tone" was all she heard over and over again.

"Aunt Dominique? Its me Angel, I don't feel right. All of my insided feel like if they are being tortured. I'm scared, please call back as soon as possible" she said as she hung up the phone. She was just pacing back and forth. She didn't know if to go outside or just stay in, but either way she felt... lifeless.

Maxine knew there was nothing she could do to change what she had done to herself. Her mother disowning her had probably been the hardest thing she ever suffered. Could she go through the same with Jacob? He would never accept some lame excuse, she would have to tell him the truth. The truth about why she was sitting in Kristopher's lair, sitting and socializing with a vampire. Jacob knew Maxine would never do such a thing without justifiable reason.

Maxine sighed, and looked up at the handsome man before her, she was sure this would break his heart. Jacob's entire work revolved around doing good deeds, slaying demons. Her demeanor changed immediately, what if he would try to kill her as well? Maxine decided he wouldn't be so stupid, she would summon Kristopher if he did attempt to, and watch the man finish what it was she assumed he started.

She straightened her spin, "I'm a demon, now." She paused, "I escaped from Kristopher, and my mother took my to the old Vida Plantation. She left me there, and I stumbled across my aunt's Original Book of Shadows. You know, the one Dominique killed because she had been consumed by the Dark?" The recognition of this person flashed across his face, "At birth, I was betrothed to Kristopher, along with an entire destiny for evil. I got wrapped up in the emotional aspect of it all, and well, with you dead, I thought a change would be good." Her sentences seemed to run together now with her speech, Maxine always talked fast when she became nervous. "So I consumed this potion that I found that was made especially for me, for when I became old enough to fulfill the prophecy. There's a lot of mumbo jumbo with it, Hatora has been my source on information here of late. She's really been the only friend throughout this entire ordeal that doesn't really want anything from me in return."

Maxine looked down at her hands, then back up, "So basically, I'm a demon now. A being of Light and Dark." She raised her hand from her lap, palm up, and produced a small purple orb, letting it roll around her hand. She tossed it at the table close by, and watched as a small spot of black appeared as it busted on the wood. She hadn't put enough energy behind it to set afire to anything, but her point was made none the less. "I'm still the same person I was, my powers just stream from a different river now is all."

The phone rang " RING RING RING"
Right after the thrid ring Angel picked it up "Hello?" she said hoping it was her aunt. "Angel is me Dominique, listen I need you to get ready, put on some clothes, something bad has happened. I need you to wake up your cousins. I'll be there as soon as I can, and for the love of god please dont go outside, especially you since..." she said before Angelcut her of.

" Yeah yeah I know and please hurry something doesnt feel right " she said as she hung up the phone. Angel went to her room and took off her pj's and put on her clothes. Waking everyone in the process.

Stephanie Vida stirred in her bed, the red clock was blinking 1:13. "A.M!?" Steph could be heard in the hall, 'This is ridiculous. Finals are in the fu... in the morning.' For a young woman of 23, she was very patient. Something the Vida Sisters shared were the powers of empathy. Patience and understanding were Stephanie's strongest emotions, pulling out the strongest of her powers. Hence, the frames in the hallway shook, one fell.

Stephanie rolled out of bed, slipped into her black house shoes, and wrapped herself in a royal blue cashmere robe. She grabbed a handful of black hair on her neck, and pulled it to the side into a braid. Thank the Gods no one in the house turned on a light, just lite candles instead. It helped everyone adjust to the Moon; better nights rest, calmer moods, rational thinking. Stephanie approached the bottom of the stairs, and stalked slowly into the den, plopped onto the overly large sofa, tucked her feet and crossed her arms.

The drill was common amongst this particular household. Dominique was a woman of business. Whenever she came home, all of the house was awake and busy. Of course Stephanie would probably be okay to go back to bed, but first Dominique would 'deal' with something.

Within minutes of Stephanie dosing in and out, she heard the front door open and close in the foyer. The click of her boots echoing every step to where she knew everyone would be waiting. She dropped her keys on the end table, and stood looking at the room with her hands on her waist. "So, everyone okay? Sorry for interrupting any going ons. First, anybody felt any difference in the atmosphere? Spiritual or magical?"

Fredrick stepped out of the shower, the cold drops of water still running down his body. His cold showers always left him clear headed, before and after hunts. He grabbed a towel and rubbed his body dry. He wrapped the towel around his waist and walked into his room. After throwing on boxers and a white tee shirt, he walked back into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror. He breathed deep. He had woken from his sleep with a feeling that something was happening, but couldn't tell if it was something good or bad. He combed his hair back and grabbed some pants from his room. As he walked into the kitchen, he looked at the clock. It was sometime after one in the morning, but he glanced and didn't see the minutes. He turned on the faucet and let the cool water run through his hands, and then he rubbed some on to his face.

"What's going on tonight?" Fredrick asked himself silently. He picked up his cell phone and turned it on. If something was happening, the Vidas would have left a message. He checked, but to no avail. He poured himself a glass of water. He brought it to his lips and began to sip on the contents. As he put it down, the water turned to ice.

Angel was in the kitchen with her cousins. Everyone else had to come as well, well atleast the ones that were in the family.She took out her phone and texted Fredd " Something is wrong come here and hurry" she typed as she pressed the send button. Hopefully he would be here by the time Dominique got home. He was one of the most skilled in the family.

"Oh God, I can't stand it being here, I want to find out what is happening and to have some fun in life" she said as she layed her head on the table and her pinkish hair covering her hair.
"Some one wake me up when she gets here" she said as she just closed her eyes.

When Angel heard the boots she emmidiately got up. And asnwered the question that was asked. " It was a little bit of both Aunt Dominique but more spiritual though, why. Has something bad happened, and where is Maxine?" she asked as she noticed that she wasn't in the room at all. Angel didn't fell any good vibes about this.

She sat on the table waiting for an answer. Tappin her fingers and getting more and more nervous. Here magic didn't feel the same, as if some one had been lost from the family.

Fredrick's phone beeped. He quickly flipped it open and checked it. He had recieved a text from one of the Vida clans members. He quickly typed in 'im coming' into his phone and hit reply. He jumped up out of his seat and grabbed his car keys. On his way out the door he grabbed a pair of sunglasses off the shelf, despite the fact it was still dark out. He started up the old sedan and recklessly backed out of his drive way. The tires screeched as he accelerated down the street. Pulling in and out of side streets and short cuts, he finally reached the old mansion the Vida Clan called home. Parking on the curb, he opened his door and walked to the front entrence. He knocked on the door.