WITHOUT

My Parents Are Aware!

"Mr Reed. Jerry..."      My mother gave the woman with glasses a complimentary nod.    "You called us with some very distasteful news.    Do you care to explain further?     Because, I'm dying to hear how you...And, Jerry are going to put words to what we have just heard..." My mother looked at Mr Reed (Mr Reed looked back, then bowed his head)

Jerry held my mother's gaze, then got elbowed by Mr Reed. She too, politely looked else where.

My father cleared his throat, shifted in his chair....Then spoke.

"Our daughter, Trinity....Came to you after being sent a letter. She was to go the mansion, with that ridiculous girl, her cousin Madeline. She was to be given every opportunity to absorb what that building held. She was to meet the spirits, she was to read the books. I believe, they got held up.....And have only just reached her now.." My dear superior father paused.

"Then, we learn....She mixed with an odd ran away adolescent, and to truly make things interesting! She has found friendship with the living-dead. And....The story has not ended, has it Mr Reed? No, I believe it has not!.." My father looked over to my beloved mother, she was frowning.

"Delinquent youths. Dead things!....Mr Reed keep talking!..."     Mother was becoming more unimpressed by the minute.    "Our daughter is a pure blood witch. Unique. One of a kind...I have grand relatives. My good husband here, could certainly name drop....Her grandmother was not our first choice in people to give her to. But, that's a darker story within it's self!.."      My mother gently shift herself on the chair.

"Mr Reed. We are here for a reason, and you contacted us. We did have plans to catch-up with Trinity. And, a visit to my gracious wife's family home...But!   Your meaning of bringing us here!    Pray tell, what is it?!.."      My ever loving father was attempting to keep his patience together.     But Jerry saw the tightness around his eyes.

My parents never did anything they didn't want to do. Being with my parents was an "experience".....Mother shared humorous tales with her card friends now and then.    Father liked the fact, I could do magic with my eyes.

Gran just understood me. Her parents had annoyed her too!

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"AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!  BACK! STOP! RIP YOU ALL!.."        Ethan glared, growled....Hands so tightly clenched, his knuckles had turned white, then blue. Every so often his jaw could be heard cracking (His teeth even made a painful crushing sound)    All stood back, observed him. They were also impressed.      The movement, the animation of him....His dead-like look, yet life burned inside him.

No one could work that magic out.    They felt Scarlett (She was like acid in the air)    All wished to know more of Ethan (But, at present no one could get close enough to take him in hand)      Ethan had worked out a way to make them "move", back away from him....He managed to inch closer to me.      I was smudged in dried blood, eyes closed (Trying my darn-est to awaken)

But, my body just needed a minute or two to regenerate some more blood, and take stock - Death wasn't calling me!

Ethan yelled, deep throat growled....Crept back a bit, stepped side-ways a little (Fingers feeling out his next spot to inch)     Witches and warlocks watched with intrigue.      Was Ethan a person?    An animal turned into a person?    A real-life corpse?     An animal/person/corpse?      What exactly was he? What magic had been used?!     Ethan gave off none of the readings/information, any of the witches or warlocks could follow or had learned of!