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"What state do you think we'll find her in, dearest? I would like to think, our girl has risen to the title. She is, as she should be. A Supreme. It is the only way I want to find her..." Mother was looking in her little hand-mirror. Mother liked to wear lipstick.

"Why Madeline was sent along too!   Definitely begs an answer.    She's pleasant, but a foolish girl.."

My father sat a moment, watched his wife. She was the most talented, the most regal.....The most beautifulest women he'd ever met. My mother was a looker, but she frowned a lot. My father felt that made her "dark" and "mysterious".

Because, when she did smile (At you) You had earned it.

I smiled all the time as a child. I was such a foolish girl. But, I was happy. But my father felt that was a good quality to have. Happiness.

My mother wished for me to grow up. Mother's like their children small forever. Not my mother, she wanted me older....So, we could talk as adults.

"I feel, beloved. Trinity will have done well. I know these things. That, and the sky hasn't hit us on the head yet. She is a strong specimen. We both felt it the night, you knew you were with child.." Dad sat forward, mother nodded. I had made her stomach go firm, and round.

"And....Dearest. Those people! Did you get a good look at them? Very suspicious. Wouldn't trust them for a minute.   I would have gladly told them where their son is, but! Never would I mention a word of the mansion, and that's where he is!      I didn't care for the step-parent male. The step-parent female was ghastly in a completely different way. The biological parents, appeared to have been of good-stock. But, dearest..."

"....You smelled witch-hunter in her blood, in the mother, didn't you?.." Father frowned. He didn't care for witch-hunters. He hated killing them (But, he hated them being alive even more) And, the way they always recited the bible at him (Made him feel even sorrier for them) So, he made their deaths quick, and instant.

"How did our child become involved with their son?! What possessed her?! Because, when I learn of the creature, it's dead! Or any other means of how her path crossed his!.." My mother now had a dark and utterly annoyed tight look on her face.

"Maybe. The boy is her pet. She put him in his place, because he is deceased. The dead need to know who is in charge. And that is our daughter, beloved..." Father offered Mother a comforting look. My mother glared at my father.....She wasn't going to be calmed just yet.

"....And, the human teen! What in the hell is Trinity doing with one of those?! Dearest, wait in till I get to that bloody building. Clark is going to be spoken to! And, Benton!...." My mother narrowed her eyes, fingers sparked. My father grabbed her hand...."Dearest! No. No harm to the spirits. Remember what your mother told you..."       Father rubbed her hands, was shaking his head.

"...Yes, I do.    I wouldn't have hurt them a lot, just a warning!.."         My dear mother knew there was nothing she could do to Clark and Benton, cause if she did she'd be breaking a rule of the dead that lived within the mansion (No Harm To Spirits In Service)     My mother still believed there was a loop-hole around that, and she's find it.

"Can you believe, we must visit by request now?     Reed got the silver envelope just after those other people left.   Thankfully they are none the wiser to what happened to their son.."   Mother was now putting her makeup away, she gave my father a delightful smile (My father suddenly watched mother carefully. She was up to something. He could see it)