After a few hours, it was dark, and the brothers were handling it in their own way. After closing the store, we sat in the kitchen, all but one chair being used.

Horatio never let us out of his sight, sometimes refusing to let us sit too far away from him. His paranoia was understandable, since being a parent to a little brother and a girl you barely know must be hard.

Caleb regretted a lot of things he did to his mother, especially the conversation this morning. Once in a while he would look at the open door or empty chair. The room seemed to hold a ghost which only Caleb could see, curious considering I'm the one that's supposed to be able to see the specters.

Cormac was quiet, keeping to himself, but periodically reminding Horatio that we needed to breathe. It became clear that he had been with living with the Jacobs a while, since he was taking it as hard as the others. A rouge glance my way would ensure I was alright before he went back to silence.

Richard sat next to me, sometimes bringing up memories, or, when he ran out of things to say, rambling on about frivolous things, desperately trying to keep his mind off of his mom. At any moment I would think that he'd bring up the weather, but he never did. He ran his hand through his hair for the fifteenth time in the last half-hour.

I, however, had given up trying to make sense of everything. I guess people would say I just went numb, or am in shock, but that isn't it. I feel too much right now; I'm overwhelmed.

A storm raged outside, falling in heavy waves and coating the window which had just this morning provided a soft glow due to the sun. The lights above us flickered, but didn't go out. The thunder was giants fighting in the distance. The wind was the call of an army to battle. Yet the lightning was a memory, a simple thing gone too soon that left you wondering when it all went wrong.

"I'm going to bed." Caleb sighed.

"So am I." Cormac sympathized. Richard, although not saying anything, followed his brothers up the stairs.

"You should go to bed too." Horatio suggested.

"Are you?" I questioned, not moving from my perch on the couch. Horatio was still as pale as a dove.

"No, but I'm in charge now, so I can go to bed whenever I deem fit." Horatio faltered, trying to assert dominance but failing.

"Come on," I beckoned, "let's go upstairs; it's already dark outside."

"What's the point?" He mused.

"You need sleep," I dragged my supposed to be adopted father over and up the stairs, "now go to bed and don't come out until it's morning, you hear?"

Nodding, he yawned, but made a final remark, "Why can't you be in charge? I have no idea what to do, I can't be a father! I don't even know how to take care of myself. I need someone like you to help me."

"I will, I promised earlier that I would help you." I reminded, slightly confused to as why he would ask that.

"Thanks, but that's not what I meant." Horatio settled, disappearing into his room and turning out the hallway light.

I took my own advice and got ready to go to sleep, ducking into my room. Everything was happening so fast. Just three days ago, if you had asked me if I had a brother I would say no. My mother was normal, my dad had abandoned me. I was a social freak and didn't belong anywhere.

Things have changed so much since then.

I have a brother. My true mom is a ghost, and the women I've lived with is some person who happens to look like me. I suddenly have found the place I belong. Everyone likes me for me, and no one has insulted me since I left school. The only thing that hasn't is that my father still despises me and abandons me at every turn.

We live in a very mad world.

It didn't take long after I got into bed for me to calm down a bit. I close my eyes and listen. Words are spoken across the hall. A car horn blared, and was echoed by others. Somewhere a car alarm went off. The crack of lightning and roll of thunder chase each other. The rain is constant and heavy. Wind howled louder than a wolf ever could. A melody formed. I close my eyes and let my thoughts fade, letting the storm lull me to sleep.

Rain rolls off an umbrella. The tiny droplet turns red, and a new petal flutters behind, twirling to become an apple that falls. It melts into the horizon to form a sinking sun. The sun takes the shape of a hat, and the wearer turns left. The road becomes a hood pulled low over someone's eyes, and the pitch black creates a crow, cawing in the dead silence. It's white eyes become stones, falling into water. Bubbles form, becoming clouds which become smoke over a fire.

I woke up, opening my eyes just in time for someone to be slammed into my door. It flew open. Caleb, furious swung his fist. The man's jaw cracked. He stumbled out of the room into the hallway.

"You might not want to fight out there." Caleb advised, running out of my room. Against his wishes, I followed him out, to find the Brothers Jacobs fighting 7 men dressed in all black. They only had their fists, or at least it seemed that way. One of the men seemed to be encased in an invisible prison, unable to move. There was no doubt that was Horatio's doing. He was viciously fighting with the leader. I was standing in the doorway, forgotten in the fight. Cormac was fighting two of them, an incredible feat since they were ferocious, seeming to fight with bloodthirst. Punches and kicks were thrown frequently. Richard meekly handled one, getting dealt a hit that has to hurt. The last one spotted me. He tried to grab me. Slightly immaturely, I slapped his hand. He laughed, hurting my pride, so I did the first thing I could think of.

I punched him.

He stumbled backwards, crashing into the leader. Violence is not the answer to a lot of things, but sometimes people just need to get put in their place. Like this instance.

"You'll pay for that girl." He cursed, swinging a fist. I dodged out of the way. I suppose now is as good a time as any to confess something to you. When I was little, my 'mom' enrolled me in a self defence class, so I can handle myself. Take that stereotypes.

"I always do." I curtly replied. The leader decided that this was a good time to intervene and grabbed me, placing a dagger at my throat.

"I suggest that you boys surrender, or she will die." The leader said as I rolled my eyes.

"How many times have you been threatened that you roll your eyes girl?" Caleb's nemesis asked.

"Oh, only like, 6 times in the past 2 days. Unless you count my father, then it's 7. Then again, who's counting?" I replied sarcastically. Between the trails and the whole 'tell-me-or-I-kill- you-incident' with Cormac yesterday.

"You have issues." The same man remarked.

"I know, and now you guys are making my day worse." I frowned, feeling forgotten and misused by the world.

"Welcome to the world of supernatural love," the leader purred, revealing an English or British accent that was too good to fake, "now, which one do you want to die first?" He gestured towards the brothers, and I swallowed. How truly twisted is this world? Just when you think it's as low as it can get, someone tosses it a shovel.

"What would I give for last week?" I asked, biting my lower lip until it hurt. Ignorance can be bliss if placed in the right places.

"Choose, or I will kill you instead girl." He demanded. The aluminum and steel made my temple throb.

"She has a name!" Richard barked, moving forwards, but being held back by the mysterious hooded men. Horatio was pale, and Cormac whispered something sharply to him when the former opened his mouth.

"Oh," the leader apologized, "my mistake. What is it? I didn't know that there was a female Jacobs to be had anymore. Or, is she your girlfriend Richard?"

"SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND YOU IGNORANT LEECH!" Richard insulted. Some of the men turned towards him with venomous words on their tongues.

"At least my companions aren't muts and half-breeds." Witty, but still insulting and annoying.

"You forgot to mention that we have what you don't." Cormac chimed in, the first slightly pleasant thing said in a while.

"Please don't say love like your mum," The leader begged, cocking the pistol, "now I want you to make a choice, because if you don't, then there is no one that can stop the bullet fast enough to save you." His voice wavered slightly as if he didn't truly mean it. Then again, I could just be hoping.

"You killed our mother?" Horatio hissed, unable to advance since his brothers were holding him back.

"The idiot's not worth it!" Caleb growled.

"You'll die!" Cormac warned.

"Mom would kill you!" Richard groaned, causing Horatio to give him a death glare and make the other's shut up.

"Why isn't love the right thing? It's worked for a few underdogs before." I questioned, casting a look upwards.

"Shut up!" The gun was pressed into my temple worse, in the same place I hit it. Obviously he didn't like questions.

"You people are horrible." I decided. Those trials were hurtful, the rules are complex, and the feuds are typical. For all those people who say 'maybe vampires and werewolves get along?', you are horribly wrong.

"Well then maybe you should join us." One of the masked and gloved men offered.

"I don't know," I bargained, over pronouncing every syllable. "how about you let us go, give us a few hours head start, and stop acting like immature teenagers. Then, I might think about it."

"How about we take you, force you into a deal, and then slaughter your friends. They haven't really treated you that well." The leader's accent was completely British, despite us being across an ocean from it.

"Just because they were rude doesn't mean that they're bad. Kidnapping is dodgy anyway." I advised, somehow adopting a British accent as well. I have some British blood in me anyway. Not to mention obsessively watching British shows...

He laughed, and lowered the gun, but kept holding me back from the rest of them. "You really are a smashing girl. I suppose that you have to have something special about you, so what is it? There isn't any way that you're one of those hairballs, and you can't stop time, so it has to be something else."

"What's the fun in that? I'd much rather have you guess." I stalled, watching him slowly release me.

"Why do I trust you?" The leader thought out loud.

"I don't know, maybe the few seconds I was in a British accent or the green eyes. Then again, you likely don't trust me at all, and this is a test. Faintly, since I'm not at school, I perfer not getting exams, but whatever." I shrugged, walking back over to the Jacobs. The men immediately closed ranks, preventing me from reaching their prisoners.

"Let her through," The leader demanded, "what's the worst that'll happen?" His underlings followed his orders and let me through.

"That was the stupidest thing you've ever done." Horatio told me, pulling me in for a hug.

"Actually, it was going into a haunted graveyard." Cormac concurred.

"If it was that stupid Horatio," I suggested, ignoring my brother, "why didn't you stop me? You are supposedly my legal guardian." I pointed out. Horatio let me go and pushed me towards Caleb, who ruffled my hair.

"You really just love trouble." Richard assumed.

"Nope, this whole trouble thing is new to me. I'm still reeling from the fact that there are people worse than me at being a social freak." I joked.

"Why do I feel like that was aimed towards me?" Caleb moaned, shoving me slightly.

"You take everything so serious," I criticized, "I wasn't actually going to pet you, that would be suicidal. Besides, I don't want rabies." A few of the vampires laughed quietly.

"OH MY GOSH! Can we stop being rude to me? I can't help being a werewolf." Caleb barked.

"Aw, I'm sorry." I said, awkwardly patting his shoulder. He can't truly be that upset with me.

"Save it." He whined.

"You poor thing," I consoled, minding my words since the leader was likely furious, that I was paying attention to someone he obviously thought was below him, "maybe you should try to make a cure, you know?"

"Have you not read any history? Everyone that tries fails!" He chastised.

"Sorry that I'm not as informed as you are. I've only been here for two days." I returned, smacking his head and no longer feeling sorry for him.

"Alright mates," the leader addressed, "let's just take her and go back. We can just leave the Jacobs to their own devices."

"There is nothing you can do to make us leave her." Horatio challenged. Vampires really bring out something hostile in him. It might just be that Caleb's rubbed off on him.

"Well, in that case, I'm sure we can make you four useful." One of the men was able to get out before laughing.

"Here I was thinking you would let us go." Caleb admitted, shaking his head at his hopefulness.

"Oh, we will. As long as your girl here does as we ask." A different one promised.

"She hasn't lost her name in the past five minutes." Richard notified, his voice slightly more ticked-off than in had been earlier.

"You are bleeding' right Richard. Sorry we've gotten off on the wrong foot," The leader regretted, removing his mask to reveal a boy of no more than 16, "I'm Jolon, Henry Jolon." Henry's shaggy mane of black hair framed his stormy eyes.

"Kathleen Ellen Fisk," I returned, "only my mom's a Cavin as far as I know..."

"So that's what makes you so special. How's it having a ghost for a mother?" He wondered.

"Ask Cormac," I snapped, furious that I didn't know the answer, "besides, are you writing a book?

"None but the story of my life. I was hoping you'd be a character in it." He smiled, then blushed.

"That was literally the worst pickup line I've ever heard." Cormac commented. Henry glared at my brother and went back to his pale complexion.

"You don't honestly like this guy, you just met him!" Richard protested when I rolled my eyes.

"Richard Jacobs, I remember when your brothers thought you were flirting with me." I recollected. He blushed, and his brothers started picking on him.

"I'm still invited to the wedding right?" Caleb questioned.

"Not if she gets married to James Bond over there." Richard remarked, gesturing towards Henry.

"Well what if I crash it?" Caleb asked, although it seemed like more of a threat.

"Just a thought here," Cormac interrupted, "what if you marry her?" I turned towards the young werewolf, who looked interested in the prospect.

"Well then it would save me some time." Caleb said, looking me right in the eye.

"Really? No other thoughts?" My brother shrugged, as if unimpressed with the response.

"Nope."

"Not, why she would marry you or anything?" My brother bantered.

"Well, I am better looking than you." Caleb insulted with a flip of his hair.

"He's her brother." Richard cut it.

"Technically so are you, only adopted." Horatio cut it. Richard jabbed him and the eldest shut up. The vampires seemed amused at the brothers' squabble.

"Still better looking than him." Caleb insisted.

"Just, you know, a thought here," I cut in, causing the attention to fall on me, "what if I don't get married?"

"Now why would you do that love?" Henry questioned, leaning against the wall uncertainly despite the fact that he was the one who decided who lived or died with the pull of a trigger or reflex of a finger.

"Maybe I'll be dead by then," I replied, trying to keep my face as neutral as possible, "I do remember you threatening me with death earlier. My head still kind of hurts."

"How is it? Bjarke got it good didn't he?" Horatio questioned with the concern of a brother.

"Oh, no," I replied, still angry about them not apologizing, "walls are softer than feathers."

"You are never going to let us live that down are you?" Richard asked quietly.

"I will, as soon as you people apologize. Horatio and Caleb did in their own sort of way. It's you two that are the problem," I sighed, and Richard and Cormac immediately showered me in sorries, "yeah, yeah, okay." I dismissed them.

"What lovely friends you have." Henry observed, stepping into our circle between Caleb and I, the werewolf being anything less than thrilled.

"Oye," Caleb spoke in an obviously fake British accent meant to make fun of Henry, "I really have to go, so I'm going to take my ice sculpture friends with me and we'll only bother you next time we need some sugar for our tea or butter for our scones. Terribly sorry to wake you up. Especially you Caleb. I've always thought of you like my baby brother, I'm so sorry for those things I've called you. I'm sorry that I flirted with Katie too. Gosh, I'm such an idiot, just going to leave before I make everything rubbish." Henry, acting very nice, applauded.

"That was lovely! I'd try to impersonate you, but I don't think I could ever be that egotistical or narcissistic." Henry admitted.

"Maybe you really are brothers." I muttered, resulting in dirty looks from both parties. Faking innocence, I raised my hands in a surrender gesture and smiled as sweetly as possible.

"Us? Brothers? I don't think so." Henry asserted.

"If we were brothers, I would disown him." Caleb stated.

"That's kind of rude." Henry argued.

"It's true."

"If we were brothers I would try to be tolerant of you."

"I wouldn't."

"Obviously!"

"I wouldn't want to be related to an ice sculpture!" Caleb insulted, shoving Henry.

"I've always wanted a puppy." Henry returned, petting Caleb's shoulder.

"You didn't." Caleb gasped.

"I did." Henry smirked.

"Henry, we should go. Are we taking them or not?" One of the men snapped.

"They're coming with. We really should take them." Henry answered. Within seconds the Jacobs's wrists were ziptied behind their backs. Each Jacob had one person holding him in place with the exception of Caleb who had two.

"What about her?" One of Caleb's people asked.

"I'll take care of her." Henry replied, draping an arm around me that I was quick to shrug off. Something in his voice immediately set me off.

"I'd actually prefer being ziptied if you don't mind." I offered my wrists him.

"If you truly think so," Henry sighed, and my wrists stung as he slapped a pair of handcuffs on me, "sorry, but remember it's what you wanted."

"Whatever you jerk." I sneered. He looked hurt for a few seconds before stomping down the stairs.

"Remind me again why he's in charge." Horatio's vampire requested, shoving Horatio down the stairs.

"He's the prince," Cormac's handler reminded. He looked at me and continued, "you might want to tread lightly. He has a temper that could get you killed. Henry's not used to being shot down when he asks for something."

"Oh, so he's like my father." I replied, sighing at the truth as the rest of the brothers were shoved down the stairs. I was left alone, so ran into my room and threw on my glasses. The only clothes I had on was a sleeping gown, but I didn't have time to change. Turning around, I found Henry.

"Thinking of running away?" Henry asked, stepping into the room.

"No, just making sure I can actually see." I replied, gesturing towards my glasses.

"You look pretty," he complimented, "let's go, shall we?" He opened the door and swept his arm out, acting very gentlemanly.

"We aren't on a date." I informed, walking out anyway.

"You don't have to stay handcuffed. I have the keys you know." Dangling the keys in front of me, he smiled and walked down the stairs.

"Are you going to keep acting in this manner or are you going to be tolerable?" I interrogated despite my lack of authority. Especially if he was a prince of vampires...

"I can act anyway I want to. You have no place to question me." Henry lifted his chin up regally and lead out of the bookstore into the moonlight. There was one armored transport vehicle and one sports car.

"I suppose that the sports car is yours." I said in an 'isn't-that- totally-great' voice.

"You aren't impressed? This totally kills some girls." Henry smirked, running his hand along the frame.

"Oye, pretty boy!" Caleb started, before getting unceremoniously tossed into the van.

"Leave my sister alone." Cormac snapped.

"At least your brother is protective." Henry stated. Cormac was put in the vehicle, and was followed by Horatio who just gave me a warning glance.

"Touch her and I will kill you myself." Richard informed before literally being picked up and thrown into the van. The door was slammed and a lock was put on it. The men filed into the car, and it sped away.

"Here," Henry opened the door like a chauffeur, "my lady." Glancing at him, I went around the car and got in the driver's seat. It would be a few years before I could drive, but I wanted to be independent. I climbed across the center counsel and shut the door he had been holding. Independence, however, was hampered by the handcuffs, but after a few minutes of struggling, I gave up.

Henry climbed in the driver's seat and buckled his seatbelt, starting the car. The engine purred and he ran his hands along the leather wheel. He caught my struggle out of the corner of his eyes and without a word Henry buckled my seatbelt. He backed the car up and we were off, following the armored car.

We sat in silence. Henry kept both eyes on the road, so I looked out the window. The rain had slowed down some, but hadn't stopped yet. It took a half hour for something to happen, but even then Henry just turned on the radio. Music filled the car, the lyrics pouring out of the sound speaker.

"I'll have my battle scars/but you'll look like the stars./I don't know you now,/but let me make a vow./I'll stand by her/It's something I prefer./But until then,/I'll stay here,/running again,/from my fears./People say/the past is the past/I'm a stray/but I'll be found at last." The singer had a lovely voice, but Henry turned it off just as the last guitar chord rang out.

"Hey," I complained, "I was listening to that."

"Well now you aren't." Henry snapped.

"Gees," I help up my hands innocently again, "you were the one that turned it on."

"You weren't supposed to listen to that. No one is. It's private." He defended, sighing before turning left.

"I thought it was lovely, but whatever you say Henry." I informed before turning back to the window. I don't know what his problem is! One second he's fine and the next he's snapping at me. I'm his prisoner anyway, so I suppose my best interests aren't taken into consideration.

"You honestly liked that? It's rubbish. I wrote it when I was first bitten." Henry disclosed. What is the proper response to that? I turned towards him just to catch a flicker of a smile on his face.

"Why are you smiling?" I questioned.

"No reason," he claimed, putting the car in park in front of an old house that was in no way a castle or run down shack that one would bring to mine, "you just, um, remind me of someone."

"Who?"

"Why do you ask so many questions? Just to let you know, this kind of curiosity is frowned upon by those in our house. Most of them still act like it's the 1800's." Henry said, taking the keys and getting out of the car. I opened the door just as he did, causing us both to exchange a glance of 'are-you-serious' before I got out of the car.

"Oye, Henry! When you're done courting our prisoner, can you tell your parents what's happened?" The driver of the other van requested, getting out of the car. Henry rolled his eyes but consented, and started walking towards the house. If I was going to run, then I better now. Then again, what about the Jacobs? Not to mention any vampire could run be down in seconds. I was gently pulled forwards by Henry who must had noticed that I wasn't following him. I could no longer run. The house was fairly pretty, with large windows. As we got closer I noticed that there was an old fashion door knocker. Henry used the reflective silver ring against the door three times.

"Master Jolon," a butler greeted. He was wearing a suit with a blood red tie, and his smile revealed slightly pointed canines, "you brought a friends. Welcome Miss-"

"Fisk, Kathleen Ellen Fisk." I opened my mouth to respond, but Henry had supplied for me.

"Miss Fisk, welcome. I assume that you're here for dinner?" The butler let us in, and Henry helped me up the small step.

"She is actually a prisoner, and we finally captured the Jacob brothers. I'm just leading her to my parents. I figured that they would want to meet her. Her mother was Elizabeth Cavin." Henry stated. The dome above the entry room was beautiful, and there were two staircases that circled the other half of the room, meeting at the top and leading to a hallway. There were doors around the other side of the room under the stairs and to the left and right. I turned around to look at a wall of portraits. One of which, right over the door, was two people, a wife and husband, that looked a lot like Henry. The young vampire had one picture to himself next to the one of his parents.

"You look handsome." I complimented, gesturing towards his profile as he stood next to me.

"Thank you, but it's something all royals have to do." Henry informed, leading me up the stairs into the hallway, which was lined with more doors. Henry, however, lead me into the one at the end of the hallway. He knocked.

"Henry," The man from the portrait opened the door, "who is she?" He was wearing a full tux, minus the jacket. It seemed everyone was required to wear those dark red ties.

"She's Kathleen Ellen Fisk, but her mother was a Cavin. Although she has something special about her, I just don't know what." Henry's father nodded.

"Greetings Miss Fisk. I'm Henry's father, king of the vampires, and master of this house." He smiled, apparently searching for an intimidation factor that just wasn't happening. Poor guy probably thought he was scary. Perhaps he's never met a wendigo...

"Glad to meet you Mr. Jolon." I replied. He made a sideways glance towards Henry, who shrugged.

"Is mother around?" Henry inquired.

"She said she was going downstairs, last I've heard of her. Did you get any other prisoners or did it take you that long for just one girl?" His father fought to keep a sneer out of his voice, but I wasn't the only one that noticed.

"We actually captured the Jacob brothers as well, Unfortunately their mother could not be persuaded."

"Well in that case, I should likely go to look after them, especially our new hound." Lycanthropy, it's called lycanthrope. Do these people not understand that werewolves don't get the chance to stay normal? They're forced into it by whoever but them, but we don't care about that here I guess.

The king disappeared behind the doors for a moment before coming out with his tux jacket on. He slipped past the two of us, whispering something to Henry that made him look after his father angrily.

"He wants to put you in the kitchen and see how you get along with my mother. Only he knows that if you go in there, it's suicidal." Henry looked at me.

"So? What is the other option? Get locked away or eaten if that's what you guys do..." Perhaps I could survive his mother, perhaps I couldn't. Who knows?

"If you consider that your only option, then I'll take you." I followed as he walked back down the hallway and down the staircase into the door to the right of the entryway. Inside was a dining room that could be used for royalty, which, as far as I could tell, was true.

"My son! How are you," a woman with jet black straight hair came out of the kitchen wearing an elegant dress that ended at her ankles that seemed to be woven of gold. Thankfully, she did not have on one of the suspicious red ties, "and who is this?"

"Kathleen Ellen Fisk, her mother is Elizabeth Cavin. Father wanted to know how you two get along, so here we are." At my mother's name, Mrs. Jolon smiled as if pleased, prompting Henry to push me forwards a bit.

"Well, it's lovely to meet you Miss Fisk. I'm sure you've already figure out that I'm Mrs. Jolon. I truly hope you'll give us the pleasure of staying for dinner." Another toothy smile was revealed, but this one seemed friendlier.

"I have no where to be." I replied. It was the truth, but I sorrily wished that it wasn't. My place right now is with the Jacobs, not here among vampires in blood red ties, however spiffy they were.

"Mother, if you don't mind, I think I'm going to help Father with the others." Henry walked away, leaving the two of us alone.

"Who else did you come in with?" She asked curiously, walking back into the kitchen. I followed, and saw that the kitchen was like mine back home. The wooden floor was covered by all the normal appliances one would see in a modern home despite the fact that the main occupiers of the house spoke with slight accents and used language that dropped out of common use decades ago.

"The Jacobs," I answered. The pot she had been washing was suddenly forgotten, "do you need any help?"

"No Kathleen, I just thought it would never happen. I never thought that we could stop them from finding her before us." She whispered, sitting down in a chair. Who would they find? She had said 'her', so it must be a girl. Did I know her? What ability would she have that is that important?

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about." I finally got out. Mrs. Jolon shook her head.

"Come here, child," I sat in the chair opposite hers, the table in between us, "almost 15 years ago, we were told by Lydia, who possesses the power of foresight, that we could gain control over the rest of those with abilities. We only needed to find a girl, but it might be difficult. This girl could see ghosts, and have an instinct about what to do when faced with the supernatural. Only, she would be found first by our enemies.

"Every year or so, the werewolves or other minor families would find a girl or two that could possibly match her description, but no one has found her yet. Eventually, some of them gave up looking until it was only the Jacobs and us. They would have no use for her! With her, they could have the power to control everyone else in this underground world of ours. Yet they only wanted her so we couldn't have her," She looked up, "but now we have them. All we have to do is find her." I fit that description very well. I could see the ghosts, I was conceived about 15 years ago, I sort of had an instinct, or maybe that was just dumb luck. If the Jacobs were their enemy, then they already have found me.

I am the girl who can save these people or destroy them.

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