WITH HELD

Not On!

I stared at the letter.     It didn't make sense.   No one, but no one (But my family) - Have a say about the mansion. THAT WAS THE WHOLE FIGGING REASON WHY MADDY AND I CAME TO THIS PLACE - IN THE FIRST PLACE!!

Servants, who have stolen Ethan/and think they are protecting everything.  Up start jerks, who think they have some "legal" last word!    Mr Reed and Jerry have been left in some government "stuff-up" fix.     I should be studying, I should be well into learning of my coven - Their skill/their "talent".     I SHOULD KNOW EXACTLY WHERE ETHAN IS!!   Everything has slid right out of my hands!     I am not leading, protecting - Keeping all safe!

"Stella. Read this! Read it to yourself, then read it aloud! Do you understand it?! I don't, I do....AAAAAHHHH! Bloody hell, my head is splitting open!.."

A maid stood before me, thin white hands neatly placed behind her. She gave me a serious look, she kept watching me. Stella took the letter from my hands, just stared at it a minute - Looked up.

"It's filled with big words, long babbling paragraphs. The writer, definitely wanted the reader of this pompous shit to be completely lost! I have no legal understanding, but....This letter is utterly a waste of paper!.." She looked up at me, slowly shook her head.

"We need to get back with Mr Reed. And now!.." She folded the letter back up, looked over to Jefferson. He was nodding too.

~~••| }#{ |••~~

Hector looked at EB, she was his best friend. At first he hadn't been too sure - She was sometimes a little "mean".     But, since the room, he'd started to see a different side.   She held a lot of human qualities (He tried to mimic those. He wanted Abby to see he was human too. Still very much so)     Since being at the mansion, magic had found him. Tweaked small changes.

He was still what the facility had made him into, but he was also "slowly" changing. I'd made some changes.    But, being with EB and Ethan, that bought about the most. He had started having "thoughts".    Words would jump into his head.    Stand. Sit. Look. Focus. Abby would like to hold your hand. You are real and capable.     The words started slowly, then they became a conversation, then the words were a voice.

His.

How he once was.

His mind still fought the voice.   Told him, he lives in the minute. Does only what he is told. He is less, he belongs to the master - The master will tell him "what's what!"

But, he'd see EB in how she likes to be - Nude, pink tongue slipping from her mouth. Wild dark eyes.    She would see him, beckon him over to her - She'd put her dress back on, make him stand up right.   Tell it's okay to be him, cause she is who she is.    She would then gently take him to Ethan.      They would both look at Ethan - He would cup EB's face (Grin. Black magic right at his finger tips!)

He'd then look at Hector. Pure loyalty.   And, a person of a mixed up past.    Hector liked  how Ethan would say the word "person" in his head.   Ethan saw him as a person!    Ethan saw in Hector raw power.  He wanted to control it. But, that was just him.   Ethan saw many things within Hector, but foremost - A friend. Hector liked that part too. People have "friends" - Hector could push himself to be a person.    EB and Hector were the perfect friends - To Ethan.

That goal made Hector hope.    He held on tightly to that one thought.

Hector lightly tapped EB's hand - "Ethan!   We do something!"     His tongue rolled out of his mouth, eyes ernest.      EB nodded..."We are going to do something, alright!      I'm going to do, what Stella forbade me from doing. But I have too!     Ethan is too important for me not too.  You understand, don't you?.."