Ana wished more than anything right now for a drink. Whiskey, beer, wine, anything would do really. She had never been a huge drinker, only in a party or two before she had gotten custody of Selina and on very special occasions. But right now, she wished to get shitfaced drunk. She wanted to scream and party all night long, and she hated that type of shit. Anything to take away the burning anger in her veins.

Ana scowled as she pulled her aunt off to the side. "You've been gone for nearly eleven years. What do you mean you want her back?"

"She's my kid."

"I raised her, that makes Selina mine." Ana took a shaky breath as she tried to calm herself. "I was barely even twenty. She was five."

"Don't you think I know that?"

Ana brushes a strand of snow white hair behind her ear. "If she wishes to see you, I won't stop her. She deserves answers. But if you think I'll just hand her back, you're dead wrong."

Ana calmly walked back over to Selina and wrapped an arm around the teen. "I'll be waiting outside kitten if you need me."

Selina gave her a weird look, but didn't shove her off. "Okay."

Ana let out a shaky sigh to herself as she leaned against the wall. She scowled to herself as tears threatened to spill. Stupid pregnancy hormones.

"Come on, let's ditch this place."

Ana couldn't help but smile at Selena's statement before following her. "You okay?"

"I'm fine," the younger woman firmly stated.

Ana nodded despite not believing Selina's words. "How about we go out for ice cream? We haven't done that in ages."

Selina sniffled slightly as the older Kyle wrapped an arm around her. "Yeah... ice cream sounds good."

When Ana got back to Ed's appartement, she was greeted by the man's darker persona.

"It's been a while since we've talked."

The man stood up to greet her. "It has." He smiled wildly as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "What can you break, even if you never pick it up or touch it?"

Her blue eyes never left her darker ones as she leaned closer. "A promise."

His grin grew and he let out a laugh. "Ding ding ding! I recall promising that I'd show you how to have fun when you were ready."

Her eyes flashed dangerously as her own smile grew. "What do you have in mind?"

Instead of answering, he grabbed her hand a quickly lead her outside to the fire escape before he started to climb. Ana raised an amused eyebrow before following him. "You know, I don't think you ever gave me a name to call you."

"I haven't decided on a name yet. I suppose you can call me Nashton for now." It was silent for a moment as he climbed onto the roof and held out his hand. "Ta-da! What do you think?"

Her blue eyes shone dangerously at the bloody scene before her. She took a step towards it. 'Nashton' tilted his head slightly and smiled as he placed his hands on her hips. "It's a riddle. Just for you darling." 

Ana let a shiver run down her spine as his warm breath graced her ear. Her eyes flickered back to the scene. It didn't look so much like a riddle as it did a graphic poem.

(A/n: Just in case you didn't get that, I'm going to be describing a body in detail.)

The chest of the rather large man had been cut open. The man's organs — besides the heart, which was plainly visible — had all been removed. In fact, most of the upper half of the body had been sawed cleanly in half in a way, revealing the ribs.

The entire torso was filled with different flowers. Pink, blue and purple hydrangeas — symbolizing heartfelt emotion, frigidity, and the desire to deeply understand, or perhaps the gratitude for understanding someone. Anemones, more commonly known as 'Blue poppies'— with the context given, Ana could only assume it meant sickness. Bergenias— which were commonly associated with health.

Red roses— these obviously symbolized love — which were accompanied by black roses — symbolizing death.

Heat flooded into her frigid heart. In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.

She turned to 'Nashton', who was already kneeling behind her. "I figured that coward wouldn't do it, so I took matters into my own hands. Marry me? Or well, us?"

The woman smiled, her snow white hair framing her face perfectly and making her appear as if a halo was surrounding her [ though if 'Nashton' was being completely honest, that might've been the pregnancy hormones].

"I thought you'd never ask."