[A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter seems short, rushed, or if the format is horrible. Due to my phone problems I cannot make the format like I want it and I do not have a lot of time to write chapters out. I apologize in advance. Oh, and I bet you all are like, "WHERE THE HELL IS QUIET?!?!? WHY SO MANY ERICA CHAPTERSSSSSS?!!!?" They're coming, I swear. THEY ARE COMING. dont kill me, 'kay? There is reason behind my madness. THIS IS SHORT AS HELL. I'M SORRY.]

-Five Days Earlier-

Erica walked into the house nonchalantly.
Her face, hands, arms, clothes- covered in blood.

Seeing her father, calmly sat at the table with a simple white tea set out was a surprise, at best.

"Enjoying yourself?" She asks, tranquilly.

"I see you've had quite the adventure yourself. What did you do?"

"You know Elizabeth Davis? That pretty girl with the long, brown hair and the sparkling green eyes?" Her eyes widened with wicked excitement as she continued on. "My, my, my. She's a bloody mess, she is. Who knows. Maybe she likes seeing her body rotting ten feet underground!" She exclaimed, her voice, almost shrieking and going back to like it was before they left the country where 'Home' resided.

"A respectable girl, for sure. Why her? Murder. It can be passion or an a simple accident. It seems that murder runs in the family, does it not?"

"It seems so. Hah.....Pelletier. That's my reason. She may be respectable, but she's not worthy of him! She can't see the sadness underneath that smile that makes my heartbeat ever so frantically. She could never love him like I COULD! I would put him on a pedestal and never let him leave it. I'd threaten anyone who DARE try to take him away! His every wish is my command!"

"Sweet little Erica. You're so much like me. You know... that's what I had to do do to keep your mother from....prying eyes. I was about your age, as well. It seems murder is like a curse, stemming from a long line of our ancestors. Who knows. Maybe one day, that'll all change."

"The Viridi girl....keep an eye on her." Erica says, as she starts going toward the stairs.
"Oh, and if she sings again...make Michael sit in with me first class. Then, hand me off to someone else. Hand me off....to him."

"I shall."

To be continued...

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