𝗙𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝗲𝘀 ~ 𝗞𝗹𝗮𝘂𝘀 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘃𝗲𝘀

~ Chapter Forty Two ~

Nightfall had come, and the four Hargreeves siblings, Allison, Dusk, Vanya, and Klaus had all gotten tipsy. Not enough for them to be full-blown drunk, but enough to make them feel woozy. Dusk had made her way back to Mary's house, remembering that Five had picked her up instead of her driving Mary's car. She entered the house, quietly shutting the door behind her, noticing that the house was full of silence.

As she walked into the main room, she saw Mary in a deep sleep on the couch. James was resting on her chest, appearing as if he was about to slip and fall onto the floor. She carefully tiptoed over to the sleeping mother, picking up James and gently cradling him in her arms before placing him back into his crib, surprised that he had been sleeping so peacefully. She walked back to Mary, throwing a blanket over her body before grabbing some water from the sink.

Memories of her and Klaus dancing around in the salon came flooding back. The feeling of his fingers interlocking with hers sent shivers up and down her spine. Dusk peeked out the kitchen window, watching the full moon. A bright orange light flew through the night sky, appearing to be a shooting star. Instantly, she closed her eyes and made a wish, hoping everything involving her love confession would go as planned.

"Dusk! Dusk! Dusk Marie!" Mary's voice called out the next morning, waking Dusk from her slumber. She looked at her alarm clock, noticing it was almost 11:00 am. As she got out of bed, her head began throbbing like mad, and a splitting pain came soon after. Yay, a slight hangover. She walked into the kitchen, watching Mary sorting through a small stack of mail. "Morning, do we have any aspirin?" Dusk asked, groaning as the ache in her head came back. "Sure thing, sweetie!" She reached over to the nearby cupboard and grabbed a bottle of pills, handing it to the raven.

"You got something in the mail this morning. It looks like a letter," The single mother spoke, sliding her a white envelope with her name. It was strange, no return address, no stamp, no nothing. Just her name spelled out in cursive handwriting. Bewildered, she opened the envelope, reading the following...

☂

From The Office Of

Sir Reginald Hargreeves

To my Pursuers:

I, Reginald Hargreeves,

request the pleasure of your

company for a light supper on

the 20th of November, 1963,

at half-past seven o'clock.

1624 Magnolia Street

Dallas, Texas

"What is it?" Mary questioned, looking at Dusk's wide eyes. "It's another gathering with my family. You don't mind if I go, do you? I'd hate to leave you by yourself again," Mary gave the raven a small smile, assuring that she would be fine. "You're finally seeing your family again after such a long time. Go out and have fun with them," She assured. Dusk couldn't help but feel relaxed by Mary's kind and understanding words.

Before meeting her, Dusk had struggled with people saying she couldn't go out and hang out with friends. In particular, Sebastian was the one who forbade her from seeing any of her friends, hence the reason she didn't have many to turn to whenever times got tough. But Sebastian hadn't been born yet, and she had killed him the night of the 2019 apocalypse, so she didn't have to worry about him coming back.