Despite conditions, Ghost couldn't be happier to gave her kids back. It didn't matter how many kids he had after them, he'd always regard the twins as his babies. They did have their duties around the manor to tend to, so Ghost had to leave them for a small while. As he walked out of their room, his smile fell in an instant.

Shae and Felix struggled to keep Knox under control as they dragged him down the hall. He rarely ever got violent like this. The only time he fought was when they tried to force feed him. As soon as he realized that's where this was going, he began to struggle like Hell. He'd never gotten away from them. Even if he did, he didn't know where he'd go. He didn't struggle to get away in all honesty. It was more of a statement to show his hatred for this.

Knox's orange hair was covering his face too much for him to notice Ghost. His mother definitely noticed him though. The sight was gut wrenching to him. Felix looked up for a minute at his mom. He offered him a sympathetic smile, knowing how much this was killing him to see. With that, the aid urged his coworker to move this along quicker.

Jasper glanced at Knox and the aids in passing them. He continued walking down the hall and stopped in front of Ghost. "I'm sorry you had to see that." He said.

"It's okay. The others warned me he wasn't well. Am I allowed to know? What happened, and what's wrong with him?" He asked.

"Of course," Jasper replied, "You are his mother, after all. I'd much rather have this conversation in private though. My office can get a little... Stuffy. I'd much rather show you the indoor garden, if you'd like to join me for some tea."

Ghost softly smiled, "I'd love to. Let me check in with my husband real quick, then I'll be out."

"Take your time. Ask Angela to show you the way when you're ready." He continued to walk, leaning his weight on his cane.

Jasper's age was definitely getting to him. That was something Ghost had taken note of quickly. No one dared to say exactly how old he was, but he would've had to have been over six hundred years old. While he continued off down the hall, Ghost headed upstairs to the bedroom they'd been given to stay in. 

Currently Ricky was busy watching their daughter play with her toys while he read a book. Nothing very different from an average day back home. He finished off the page he was on, then set aside the novel to address his wife as he walked in. Ghost knelt down beside Annabelle to check on her. She could remain so happy throughout this all. He found that quite amazing.

"Are you okay?" Ricky asked delicately.

"I don't know." He murmured, "I just saw Knox for the first time. I didn't talk to him, but... I just can't help but wonder where we went wrong." With a sigh, he stood back up, "The warden wants me to go have tea with him in the garden."

He raised his eyebrow, "There's a garden?"

"Apparently. He's hard to read. I can't tell if he just wants to help me with the kids, or if he wants something else." 

Ricky set his hands on Ghost's hips, pecking his lips. He curled his finger under Ghost's chin, making sure to use his left hand as not to touch him with steel. "You know I trust you to do what you need to. Ryan and I discussed it last night. There's something not right about this place. We both agreed we'd do whatever we have to to get information."

"Oh, I see how it is." Ghost smirked, "Wouldn't be the first time you used my feminine wiles against an enemy."

"If it makes you feel any better, I had to talk Ryan into sleeping with the chef. He's also going to take the same route with two patients, but I want to clarify that he's doing that of his own accord." He said.

Ghost slipped out of his husband's grasp, going to the closet to change. "Maybe he'll find it enjoyable. Honestly, I think he'd be a lot happier gay than straight."

He playfully rolled his eyes, "You think anyone would be happier gay."

"They would!" He yelled through the closet door, "Gay people are happier statistically."

"And who's statistics are that?" He replied.

Ghost reopened the closet door with a shorter, tighter dress on. "My statistics, and I'm always right."

"Yes, yes you are." Ricky pulled him in by his hip and pecked his lips, "You look gorgeous. Knock 'em dead."

He sighed dramatically, "I'll try my best."

Ghost strutted out the door and took a few minutes to locate the maid. She showed the vixen the way to the garden. Through the Wanderlust ward, there was a set of double doors at the end of the hall. They led out into an impressive greenhouse, crawling with exotic plant life. To see something so beautiful attached to a place so gloomy was refreshing.

A waterfall rested in the center of the garden. Statues with similar marble work were strewn about. Angela led Ghost to a back corner, where a small table was set up. Jasper was waiting on the beautiful vampire. The entire place may have been made of glass but thankfully the sun was setting. Golden rays of the sunset were too weak to harm vampires.

"I'll bring you out some fresh tea right away, Sir." Angela spoke as she bowed to him.

"Thank you, dear." He responded, changing his focus to Ghost, "Please, sit."

He took the seat offered, crossing his legs like a true lady. "This place is beautiful."

"I'm quite proud of it, but I can't take all the credit." He pointed out a fair skinned woman across the path, watering some flowers. "Joan came to us about three and a half years ago. She needed something to fill up her free time. So, she began to work on the greenhouse. She's the reason it flourished into something so amazing. There's a few fruit trees in here that the chef uses. Most his crops are out on the mountain side, though."

"I knew his food tasted fresh but I never would've guessed it was that fresh." Ghost replied.

He snickered, "We have to produce quite a lot ourselves. The other occupants of Vanaheim aren't very interested in helping us. Things like meats, blood, wine, linens, we have to have imported from other dimensions."

"If people ever stopped to actually visit this place, they'd see it's not the horror house they think it is." 

Jasper grinned evilly, "I wouldn't be to quick to make that judgement. There's plenty of horrors. We just keep them under control."

Angela then returned, setting out the tea set and pouring two glasses. Ghost continued to look around. He noticed two others in the garden, though they both looked rather harmless. The first was Casper, who was utilizing the last beams of sunlight to read a book in one of the trees. The second was a face unfamiliar to him. A beautiful girl was sat on a swing suspended from the ceiling. 

"Who's she?" Ghost inquired, lifting the cup of tea to his lips.

"You don't know?" Jasper questioned, "Well, I'm surprised Felix wasn't more eager to introduce her. That's his girlfriend, Marci. This is actually the first time she's come back out to the garden in a very long time. He's really turned her mood around completely."

"I'd hope, for as much as he cares about her. May I ask, why is she here? I mean, she certainly looks like she's not playing with a full desk but I'm not and I'm not in an insane asylum." 

"Being that you're not a blood relative of her's, I'm not at liberty to discuss it. I can, however, tell you about your sons. I'm going to warn you, the trust is not pretty. Are you sure you want to know?" He asked.

Ghost felt his hands weaken. "Yes, I am. I need to know how my son, my precious baby, became what I saw today."

"Very well, then. When I built the manor, it was originally intended to be a sanctuary for vampires trying to escape during the war. It seems the second the last brick was laid, the consul informed me I was to clean out their prison cells for them.

You see, there is a channel that exists between our world and the afterlife. It is only present in Vanaheim. So, when your sons got trapped in the living world, they souls automatically relocated here. They couldn't banish them like all their other criminals. They had to lock them up."

"Criminals?" Ghost replied, "They... They didn't-"

Jasper sighed, "I'm sorry. Understand it wasn't their fault entirely. Their minds had been warped by the war. They reacted to the horrors they'd been exposed to in very different ways. Knox became depressed. He found it impossible to eat or sleep. A lack of sleep led him to hysteria, and he attacked a woman. He didn't know what he was doing. She survived, but the damage had been done. 

While Knox reacted with sadness, Ripper reacted with anger. His rage reached incredible levels and he developed schizophrenia. Those two are a very deadly combination. He went on a rampage and killed three people before they were able to detain him. His mind has been completely altered by the trauma of the war. He remembers things in ways they didn't happen. For some reason or another, he was very angry with Ryan when he saw him. He tried to choke him to death."

The sunset shimmered off of the tears in his eyes, "I... I can't believe," Ghost squeezed his eyes shut to force the water out of his eyes, "I can't believe this has happened to my boys. Have you found anything that's helped them? At all?"

"Knox no longer has hysteria problems. He remembers things as he should, but he's not pleasant to be around. He hates all of us, to be completely honest. He's no longer violent though. Ripper, we thought we'd gotten his mind straightened out, actually. Then, the second he saw Ryan, it was like it all got tangled up again and we were back to where we started. 

I'd like to give him time to cool down. A few days, to let him recollect himself and go through a few therapy sessions with his doctor. After we can be certain he'd be safe to be around, I'll let you see him. Being his mother, you may be able to offer him a kind of help that we never could." Jasper reached across the table and wiped away one of his tears, "My dear, you're much too beautiful to be crying."

Ghost choked on a laugh, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to cry in front of you. It's just... It's been so hard. This whole thing has been such a roller coaster of emotions."

"I have to say, I'm happy you've come to help them. So many of our patients' family members just abandon them here and never return." He set his hand over Ghost's on the table, "You've got a beautiful soul. I can tell."

"You think so?" He innocently replied, "I believe you'd know best. You've been around quite awhile, haven't you?"

"Hm, yes, I have. Seven hundred and five years, to be specific. Nothing near how long Emerson and Remington have been around," Jasper set his fingertips under Ghost's chin, lifting his head up, "But, certainly long enough to know how to please a lady like no man could."

A smile spread across Ghost's lips. To him, it seemed pure and sweet. To anyone who truly knew Ghost, though, they'd known the huntress had just trapped her prey.