After sealing his fate for the next month and a half, Ryan happily grabbed the spellcast. Upon activation, it cast a projected screen in front of him. He first tried the gallery but it was past closing time. So, he called up the fairy. She answered, getting rather excited when she saw Ryan.

"Hello- Oh, Ry!" She squeaked, "Hang on, hang on. I'll go get everyone else." She put him on hold for a minute, no doubt running into the living room to find the others. Kitty turned the projection back on, now having the rest of the family with her on the couch.

"We were just starting to worry." Ghost said.

"I'm fine." He chuckled, "More or less. I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is Croc gets to go home in six weeks, and Jasper thinks we'll be able to get Felix's banishment lifted."

"And the bad news?" Ricky questioned.

"The bad news is in exchange for helping us out, I agreed to help Jasper out. They're really short staffed here, so as payment for his help, I'm going to volunteer here until they let Croc out." He explained.

"I should've expected as much from him." Felix replied, "Did you get to see Marci yet?"

"And Croc?" Kuza added, "Is he okay?"

"I did see Marci but I haven't gotten to see Croc yet. I heard him," He laughed, "He's hard to miss. The place is divided into three wards. One for general pop, one for the patients that need a little more extra care, and one for the patients that have to be kept locked up. Marci is in general pop. She's... Not well. They said after you left, she stopped speaking. She's so tired, she's like a zombie."

"It's... Also all the medication they keep her on to keep her stable. It zones her out really badly." Felix responded.

"I gave her your necklace when I saw her and that made her really happy. Now, I understand why they say she can't leave this place though. She needs the help. As for Croc, well... How do I put this..."

"They locked him up and threw away the key, didn't they?" Kuza muttered pitifully.

Hesitantly, Ryan said, "Yeah... They're having me shadow the two aids that work here for this week. So, one of these days I'll have to see him. Jasper said once they've finished training me, he's going to give me some of their patients. Hopefully I can talk him into letting me have Croc. He'd probably listen to me somewhat better too." 

"He doesn't listen to anyone." Ricky deadpanned.

"Well, he probably won't eat me like he would the other aids. That's what I mean. Besides, if he doesn't show good behavior, they'll turn that six weeks into twelve."

"When you do see him, please tell him I love him. I miss him really badly." Kuza responded. 

It was heartbreaking to hear. Ryan had seen both sides of Kuza; The tough body guard, and the kept pet. Initially, he'd hated what Croc had turned him into. They all did, but now, he couldn't bare to upset the poor thing. Losing Chris was hard enough on him. He couldn't take losing his Daddy.

"I will. Don't worry. There's..." He sighed, "One more thing, but if you guys don't mind, I need to talk to Ghost and Ricky alone." 

"We'll head upstairs." Ricky said, grabbing the gem off the coffee table. 

Being that Ryan's trip had only concerned Felix and Kuza, the couple was a little concerned about the secrecy. They shut their bedroom door and placed the spellcast on their nightstand beside their bed. As Ricky set down, Ghost cuddled into his side. They were so precious together. Ryan almost opened his mouth but quickly shut it when he heard their toddler. 

"Go sit with your big brother, Honey." Ghost sweetly told her, "Mommy and Daddy have adult stuff to do. We'll be down soon. I promise." 

"Otay." She muttered, running off.

"I swear, she already looks older and I've only been gone... Not even a day." Ryan commented.

"They grow up fast." Ricky replied.

"Yeah," He frowned, "Yeah, they do... I... I don't know the proper way to say this. A lot of the patients here are here because they have unstable souls or auras. Well, apparently it's possible that when a creature has the ability to make tears like Ghost does, and then they have kids, their kids can have a defect in their soul that prevents them from moving on to the afterlife."

Ghost looked to his husband with concern, then back at the projection in front of him, "What are you trying to say?"

"Tokyo and London... They're not alive, but they're not dead. Their spirits are stuck here." 

He nearly choked on air, "My babies are... They're there? They're, well not alive, but you know what I mean?!"

Ryan smiled softly, "Yeah, they are. They said they would've tried to get in contact before but they didn't know where you were. Give me about two weeks to get settled in here, then I'll talk to Jasper about letting you come visit."

The door to Jasper's office opened and in walked the blonde who'd captivated him earlier. She stopped, apologizing, "I'm sorry! I didn't know you were in here." 

He smirked in the evil way only he can when charming a woman, "That's quite alright. Would you do me a favor, Hun? Go get Tokyo and London for me?"

She blushed at his pet name for her, "Yeah, I'll be right back."

Ricky raised his eyebrow, "Who was that?"

"The maid. She's not a vamp, I don't think. Whatever she is, she's hot." 

"I give him two days before he fucks her." He replied.

He laughed innocently, though he knew it was true. Ryan quickly muted the feed when he heard the door open again. That was faster than he expected. He smiled when he saw the twins walk in the room, "Guess who I have on the phone?"

The two exchanged happy looks, grinning ear to ear. When they were together, London tended to be the one to speak up, "Please tell us it's our parents?"

He nodded, "Yeah, but I haven't told them about Ripper and Knox yet, just so you know." He reached forward and unmuted his side of the call, "Come here already." 

They walked around the desk, going on either side of their uncle. Ricky, being the "tough" one in his marriage, tried to keep his composure. Ghost, however, had no problem breaking down in tears. Happy tears, of course. All he could think was how badly he wanted to hug them and kiss all over them.

"My babies," He cried, "Oh my God, my babies. You're okay." 

"We're okay, momma. We promise." London reassured him, "We miss you so much."

Ricky kissed his cheek and wiped away some tears, "Hey, it's okay, Baby. Don't cry."

He threw his arms around his husband's neck, "How can I not? My babies, our babies, we have our babies back!"

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Evening was falling over the vibrant hills of Vanaheim. Golden rays of sun diminished down into the purple flowers that covered the landscape. On top of the tallest mountain is where the asylum rested. Inside, Ryan was on his way to what would be his sleeping quarters for the coming weeks.

He hadn't expected anyone to be in the room, but it was a pleasant surprise to find Angela putting last minute touches on things. She spun around quickly when she heard the door and clutched her hand to her chest. "You startled me. I'm sorry. I was just finishing up in here."

"No rush." He smoothly responded. Ryan gestured to a dusting rag on the floor behind her, "I believe you dropped something."

Angela turned around and realized her mistake. "Oh, I see I did." She tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, then leaned over to pick it up. 

It was rather convenient for Ryan. Her short skirt couldn't manage to cover her ass as she was bent over. He took in every inch of her back side, from the black thong to her thigh highs attached to a garter belt. If she wasn't his coworker and was just some random woman, he would've eaten her up in two seconds flat.

"I'll be getting out of your way, then. Dinner is in about two hours." She informed him.

"I'll see you then." He grinned, "And maybe a little while afterwards as well."

She resisted a smile as she swayed her hips, "We will see." 

A sexy laugh fell from Ryan's lips. He peered over his shoulder as she left, getting one last good look at her ass. She was tiny enough she couldn't have been a demon. With no fangs that he'd seen, he ruled out vampire. What exactly her species was had become a mystery but it was no challenge to him to figure out a woman. Most men found them difficult. When you've been around as long as he has, though, you learn how to play the game. 

He walked over to the side the bed, of which was made perfectly. Not only was she hot but she actually knew how to do her job rather well. He glanced down at the nightstand to see her hair clip resting on it's shined oak surface. Just as he picked it up, he heard a knock at the door. 

"Two days." He scoffed to himself, "I'll make you eat your words, Olson." Ryan sauntered over to the door to reveal the sweet girl had returned. 

"I, um, I-"

"Forgot something?" He finished her sentence as he held up her hair clip.

"Yeah, thanks." She replied as she reached for it.

Ryan quickly retracted it, tightening his fist over it. "It's going to cost you, I'm afraid." 

Angela leaned in closer and plucked her clip away from him. "You couldn't handle my kind."

"And what kind would that be?" He inquired.

"I'm a familiar, but no witch can tame me. Let alone a vampire." 

He snaked his arms around her waist as his eyes changed shades. "I'm not looking to tame you. I'd like to set you free."

"You have a way with words, Mr. Sitkowski." She mused as she wrapped her hands around his neck.

"I must warn you, I can be a little," He turned his head slowly as he looked down at his chest. His fangs had protruded as he growled, "Rough." 

"I can take rough." She foolishly said.

Ryan clicked his tongue, "Oh, dear, be careful what you wish for."

His hand wrapped around her neck swiftly and he slammed her into the nearest wall. It took one move for him to knock the air out of her. Due to her attitude, he wasn't going to give her any mercy. He kept a tight grip over her black choker as he kissed her hungrily. His other hand slipped down the front of her underwear. 

Angela meant nothing to him. It'd been far too long since he got to play his favorite game. Aside from his recent bouts of depression, most creatures where he lived weren't very sexual. To be able to destroy a tiny girl like her ignited a new spark in him. Though she thought they were both even on their playing field, she had just become his toy. The poor little kitten had no idea what she'd just gotten herself into. Once she was choking on his cock, she didn't seem to care.