Hello all and welcome back to the Bohemian Legacy, where it looks like we’re still technically on
generation four’s chapters. How about that. Yes I know, I know. I’ll get Generation five out of their
teenage years some day.
Anyway, last time the Bohemians took a road trip, and had some Hijinx on their way to their ultimate
destination, Pleasantview. Where they talked to a ghost who not only helped them cure Phoenix but
also revealed the possible reason for Rhapsody’s visions of her friends disappearing. That they actually
were disappearing due to a somewhat precarious status as children of other Legacy parents.
If this all sounds familiar, you probably read last update, which means you can now turn the page.
Imagine me and you, I do
I think about you day and night, it's only right
To think about the girl you love and hold her tight
So happy togeth-Click
The end credits and their accompanying music faded quickly to black as Gibson King pressed a button
the remote control. And for a moment the couple sat together in a rare moment of comfortable silence.
It was shattered almost immediately.
“BOOYAH!” In an energetic blur of red hair and pleated skirts Sparrow King surged into the living room,
and paused to strike the sort of exaggerated pose normally reserved for Neoclassical painting.
Her grandparents barely had the chance to exchange a rueful glance before she in front of them a wide
grin on her face.
“Guess which of your progeny’s progeny is not only bringing home a full house of A+s for the third
semester in a row, and whose team won by a landslide in our basketball game and whose latest story is
going to be on the front page of the student paper. I’ll give you a hint! She’s awesome, she’s redheaded,
and she’s here today. Why yes, I do completely Rock!”
“Congratulations sweetheart!” Robin and Gibson took advantage as their granddaughter paused for
breath, to hug her.
It was then they noticed their youngest granddaughter who had obviously followed Sparrow in more
quietly, and was currently attempting to become part of the wallpaper.
“And how was your day Kiwi.” Robin nodded encouragingly to the reticent blond child.
“Fine.” It came out barely above a whisper, and was followed by an attempted escape. But her sister
never gave her the chance.
“Ok, don’t listen to her, she’s just being modest” Sparrow flung an arm around her little sister’s shoulder
“This morning her science teacher, decided to bump her up to advanced chemistry. And this one
completely owned all the seniors by being the only one to have the entire periodic table memorized.
Ladies and gentlemen my sister also bears the awesome gene!”
“We’re very proud of both of you” Robin hugged Kiwi, who had gone an impressive shade of pink at her sister’s
“So I was thinking-” Sparrow began talking again, the result of a constitutionally inability to stay silent for more
than three seconds at a time that she had inherited from her father, “Maybe we could have a party to
celebrate good grades. Just family, don’t worry, it’ll be totally cool and mellow.”
Gibson and Robin inspected their granddaughter, who was wearing her best winning smile. “You’ve already
invited everyone haven’t you?”
The doorbell dinged. Sparrow didn’t even bother to pretend to look abashed. “Yeah sort of.”
Gibson and Robin did their best to play the indignant grandparents to Sparrow, but they had to admit it
was a pleasure to have the house filled with the noises of a large family again. At first it was only their
grandchildren milling around the living room. But by the time night fell even the more distracted of the
six King children, realized their own offsprings were missing (even if their twin had to point out it out to
them). And by the time they had all agreed to stay, “just for a little bit” it was well into the evening and
the house was full again, just as it once had been.
Naturally it was Finch who ended up on the back of the couch.
“Honey” Tammy tugged at her husband’s hand trying not to laugh “you’re going to fall and hurt yourself.” But
Finch’s only response was to squeeze her hand .
“Guys! Shut up!” Head turned towards him as he wavered a little holding his wife’s hand “A toast!”
“You don’t have a glass.” Wren pointed out shaking her head at her brother over her shoulder, but he didn’t
seem to hear her.
“To mom and Dad. You guys are the best.” Whether or not they had a glass in hand, no one could disagree with
Gibson linked his arm around Robin’s shoulder “We love you all very much.”
“And we always will.”
“We want you to remember that.”
Gibson looked at his wife with a smile “And I love you. Of course.”
“Or we could get together as a family and celebrate.”
“Well, it’s not the worst idea you’ve ever had.” Artemis conceded, feeling the sorrow of five consecutive
deaths ebb from her at her only remaining brother’s smile. Six. Six consecutive deaths she reminded
herself, thinking of the elder sister that she tried so hard to forget. She would be gone by now no doubt.
And she knew that they were next.
“You know I didn’t even know you owned anything black.” Turner inspected Rhapsody’s clothing as they
sat at the poker table “Although that does look familiar...wait. You’re not wearing Em’s clothes are you?”
But Dee was staring fixedly ahead. Turner snapped his fingers in her face and she blinked as if coming
out of a dream.
“You’re not hearing a word I’m saying are you?”
“I’m just- Do you know that feeling...that feeling that you’re just on the edge of an idea, but it’s just
floating there, right outside of your grasp and you can’t quite get it?” Rhapsody shook her head “Em
would know. She knows what I’m thinking...or trying to think...before I do.”
“Why don’t you ask her?”
“I’ve been going to a lot of funerals lately. And no one she’s related to has died.”
“Funerals are family time.” Turner chuckled. “Guess you’ll have to catch that idea on your own.” He
tossed down a card on the table “You know even if I wasn’t cheating you would still be terrible at this
Rhapsody grinned as her cousin raked her chips to his elbow.
“You really shouldn’t sneak up on people you know.”
“Such a cold welcome.” A gravelly voice sounded from behind Aria.
Aria glanced over her shoulder with the sort of cool disdain once reserved for men who came grovelling
around her high heels. A lesser woman might have flinched at the sight of the immaterial black figure in
her living room, but she simply swept him with a cool appraising glance before demanding “What do
“Aria Bohemian, I don’t believe we’ve ever met.”
“And I was intending to keep it that way. What do you want?”
“Your brother is dead.”
Aria did not even blink “I’d heard. What of it.?
“You were meant to die before him.”
“Yes, well, that doesn’t look like it’s going to happen any time soon.” Aria smirked gesturing at her still
“Aria Bohemian, your time came and went several days ago. And now you have a choice to make.”
“And what is that supposed to mean” Aria demanded as Death began to drift almost languidly around her.
“The time you were given to be upon this earth, to live, has run out, there are no more days left for you to use
Aria. People like you, who try to fight death, cheat me, you do not realize how close you bring the delicate
balance of the universe to destruction. You are living on borrowed time in a very literal sense, borrowed from
your closest blood relation.”
Aria understood immediately “Requiem.”
Death gave a ponderous nod “For every day you live longer than you should, she lives a day less. Since you
seem to intend to live forever, I will take her life now as payment for yours.”
Aria’s eyes narrowed to slits, though she remained perfectly still “I won’t let you do that.”
“An eye for an eye Aria Bohemian. Either you choose to die or she will. If you do not allow me to collect her
today, she will die more slowly, perhaps. But she will not live to graduate university.”
“I have other family. By all means take the rest of my sister’s time for me. Nothing would give me more
“Your sister has little time left to her any way, her death wouldn’t serve you.”
“I’d still enjoy it.”
“No, the only life you have the power to give is her.s”
Aria’s head whipped around to follow Death’s bony finger just as the door opened and Requiem stepped inside.
“Mother I-” she stopped short “What’s going on?”
Aria was silent for a long moment as her daughter stared at the scene before her in obvious confusion. “Go to your
“Now.” Aria snapped. Her daughter swallowed before nodding and quickly retreating from the room.
A long silence followed the girl’s retreat. And then Aria moved very slowly very deliberately, leaning
across the couch towards the hooded figure, her hands curling around the back of the couch, “I don’t
like to be threatened. If you go anywhere near her, I will find a way to bring pain to you, regardless of
you being nothing but a bag of bones.”
“Then you will die.”
Aria leaned towards death, a slow smile curling her lips “What if I could give you someone else, another
life for mine, before her time?”
“That would suit.” Death conceded “though trapped here as you are I doubt it is in your power to give
me another life.”
“Let me worry about that,” Aria arched her back lazily “How do you feel about Legacy Heiresses?”
“Watch out to your left- Your other left!” Abbey jammed a button just as the game emitted a small
explosion sound. “Can you not tell your left from your right?”
“I thought you meant the screen’s left.” Orion retorted, “And at least I’m not the one who couldn’t even
hit a barn door with her sniper.” boom “Hey! What was that! I’m on your team!”
“Sorry, I guess I just can’t aim my sniper to save my life hmmm?”
“So, this is how you two clean up?” Orpheus Bohemian, like his adopted children, was still wearing his
suit from the wake.
Abbey smiled up at her father “You’ll find it’s surprisingly effective actually.”
“Video games are part of the process” Orion agreed.
“Oh it’ll be ok Orpheus.” Apollo chucked his son gently on the shoulder as he passed, before slowly
lowering his elderly body into the seat between his grandchildren. “What’re we playing?”
Apollo watched the pair blow things up for quite some time before announcing that he was going to
make some popcorn.
He nearly walked straight into the grim reaper as he stood “Oh hello” He smiled guilessly at the spectre.
“Apollo Bohemian, your time is up.”
Apollo blinked at the suitcase before simply nodding “Ok.” He turned to wave at his grandchildren and
son who were suddenly less cheery, before picking it up.
“What about my sister?” Apollo, asked as he felt himself fading to the other side “I can’t leave without
“Do not worry, we have another stop to make today.”
“So I was thinking we should- what was that?” Artemis interrupted herself mid conversation as her
husband looked at her in bewilderment.
“What was what?”
“That. You mean you didn’t feel that?” Artemis shook her head, as if trying to clear her head of
cobwebs, “Something’s wrong.” An instant later the phone rang.
“Hello.” She heard Journey pick up in the kitchen, “Oh hi Abbey...What?”
And before he said another word Artemis knew. “My brother’s dead.”
The sound of air being sucked out of space came only a moment later. Dimly Artemis heard her
grandson’s voice falter on the telephone as he peered through to the living room.
“Artemis and Holden Bohemian” The spectre spoke as he materialized, “Your time is up.”
“No need to cry the reaper” Told Artemis as she watched her husband fade “You’re coming as well” He
placed his hand on her arm.
The Generation three Heiress barely heard the pounding of feet as her grandchildren rushed into the
kitchen, didn’t hear them begin to sob. The couple simply quietly took their suitcases and followed the
shade to the other world.
As her grandmother faded, and what remained of the family wept copiously over their graves, Rhapsody
felt the idea come to her. The niggling little thought that she been flitting teasingly around her mind,
stubbornly eluding her, blazed clearly, as she reached out and snatched it from thin air.
She inhaled sharply.
She could save them.
“So as plans go,” Journey arched an eyebrow at his sister as she finished talking “this really isn’t the
most genius one of all time is it.”
“You know what, when you come up with any ideas of your own you can mouth off. Until then shut up
and let the girl talk.” Cayenne glared at her cousin through carefully concealed swollen red eyes from
crying “You couldn’t even care less if we died.”
Turner smacked the pair hard in the back of the head “Both of you shut up. It’s as worth a try as
Requiem’s gaze swept the group with interest. She had not seen much of any of them since they had
returned from their adventure on the road, but she was very aware that something was wrong. The grief
of the death of their grandparents seemed to have somehow brought to light the fact that they were in
very real trouble of dying themselves.
It was a pack of irritable unhappy teenagers who met that day. And Requiem felt a stab of annoyance
and jealousy that was becoming less and less unusual, that she was once again an outsider looking on
the family ties that united her friends.
“Well it’s worth a shot” Phoenix spoke up, tiredly. “I mean we might as well try.”
“Even if it is more of a plan to make a plan than an actual plan.” Elise admitted. The brunette didn’t
bother looking up from where she was fiddling with syringes.
Phoenix’s gaze flicked to his sister’s face and he sighed “I don’t need another shot.”
“Damn straight you do. You’re not spending a night in the cold in a graveyard without one, you could
It had been only a few days after their return that Phoenix had fallen ill again, and Elise had leapt into
action concocting the cure detailed by Mortimer Goth. It turned out the man’s ghost was no liar,
Phoenix had been cured within a matter of hours, before his parents could even notice he was ill.
And fortunately for them it was Mortimer Goth who had spurred Dee’s idea.
“Look, with everyone dying lately, there’s a chance we might be able to talk to them again...one last
time, if they come back as ghosts. But now that they’re on the other side maybe they know something,
something that can help us stop you guys from being catapulted into death against your will.”
“It’s worth a try.” Elise admitted.
“Great” Dee beamed “We’ll meet tonight at the graveyard just before nightfall.”
“Requiem.” Em started before turning at the sound of her mother’s voice.
“Oh, mother- I didn’t- I’m just home to get some clothes. I’m going out tonight...”
“Come and have a seat darling, let’s talk.”
The oily quality of her mother’s tone was enough to surprise Requiem into obeying, let alone the fact
that she called her “darling”.
“Is this about yesterday?” Em asked cautiously.
“Clever girl.” Requiem was extremely aware of her mother’s eyes on her. She was unused to prolonged
attention from the woman who had given birth to her.
“Where’s Dad?” She asked suddenly
“Out.” Aria waved a hand airily.
A moment of silence passed as the two women stared at each other across the table before Aria finally
spoke up “You don’t want to die do you Requiem?”
Em’s eyes darted to her mother’s face, but it was unreadable, her blue eyes fixed on her, boring straight
through her “Of course not.”
“Good...then I can help you.”
“You see Requiem, yesterday Death was coming for you.” Em felt herself go cold all over, and suddenly
her mother had her undivided attention. “It’s a long story,” Aria continued, trailing her fingers lazily
across the table top as she sauntered forwards “but suffice to say, I am older than I look...and by all
rights I should be dead. Instead you are to die in my place.”
Requiem felt her heart flip in her chest. “I- mother.” Tears welled up in her eyes “I don’t want to die.”
Unexpectedly Aria gathered her up in her arms and Em felt herself melt into her mother’s embrace. She
hadn’t been held this close by the woman for as long as she could remember, she took a deep breath
and inhaled her scent as her mother ran her hands comfortingly up and down her back “Shhh, it’s all
right, I’m not going to let you.”
“But-” she pulled away “Someone must die. And the reaper has agreed to take the life of another. But
he will only have one person instead of you.”
Aria allowed herself a triumphant smile that was quickly concealed “Why, the little legacy heiress of
“Rhapsody.” Em pulled away as fast as if she had been stung “No. She’s- she’s my friend, I can’t let her
die...someone else...anyone...a stranger...”
“You’d rather die yourself?” Aria’s gaze swept her daughter contemptuously.
“I-” She shook her head “Dee hasn’t done anything wrong, she’d do anything for me.”
“Mmm, perhaps, but you are not her, you’re not like her.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Really? a moment ago you suggested murdering a complete stranger, a man, a woman, a child, who
might have a whole family to grieve him, just so you could live. Do you think such a thought would ever
occur to your precious friend. Besides if you really believe she would give up her life for you, you are far
more foolish than I give you credit for. There are thousands of stories of men and women dying for their
children, for their family, for the person they love. What person would do that for someone who is only
“And when she has a husband and children, where exactly are you going to fit into her life?”
Em turned her way, and her mother smirked “The thought had occurred to you hadn’t it? But, I, I am
your mother. You’re my family. And in the end I am the one who is still going to be here for you. You
know that I love you in a way that a friend never can.”
Requiem felt her breath catch in her throat. “You love me.”
“Of course darling.” Aria used her sweetest voice as she reached out to brush a dark strand of hair from
her daughter’s face. “You’re my daughter.” She felt the girl shudder below her touch and smirked
inwardly. Seducing was Aria’s art, she had years of experience with men, and her daughter was barely
different. She wanted her love, just like all those men had, and dangling the promise of it in front of her,
after depriving her for so long, like food to a starving child, guaranteed she could make her do anything
She drew back and placed the gun on the table, and she saw uncertainty in the girl’s eyes “I- can’t.”
“Of course you can, you’re my daughter. It’s surprisingly easy. You just point and pull the trigger.”
Aria pushed the gun into her daughter’s hand. “If you really believe she would die for you, then why not
put it to the test. And if she wouldn’t, if it was all lies, if her friendship really is as shallow as all
friendships are, will you not hate her enough to see her die anyway.”
“I hope you brought a sweater!” Dee smiled as her friend met her outside her house in the last hour
before nightfall. They fell into step beside each other as they headed towards the graveyard. “Sorry, it’s
a bit of a walk. Dad’s idea to make a graveyard, he though the family should all be in one place. Journey
went ahead by the way, he took the bike, said walking was for losers. So it looks like you and I get to be
losers together and not use gas and destroy the environment.”
Dee’s chattering took them out of sight of the Bohemian house as they cut across the sandy expanse
out of the sight of the road. “You’re not saying much.”
Em stopped abruptly and Rhapsody turned to look at her friend “I imagine it’s probably worse to die
than to just...disappear from existence. Don’t you.”
“I don’t know...maybe it’s better to die and leave a trace that you were here than never have existed.
“I really don’t want to do either.”
In the time it took to blink Requiem had the gun pointing at Rhapsody’s chest. Dee did not gape, did not
flinch, did not try to run, she just waited.
“If you don’t die...I will...or my mother, and- I-” Em could feel her hand shaking violently as she held the
gun “and she’s...she’s going to be there, long after we’re no longer friends.”
“Why wouldn’t we be friends anymore.” Dee looked at the gun with an odd mix of puzzlement and
“Don’t” Em half sobbed the word as she pressed the gun flat against Dee’s chest “We’re just friends,
and you have everything, you have family, you have a life, you’re going to have children and get married
and grow old, and forget about me. My family, my parents is all I have. I can’t lose my mother, I can’t.”
“I understand.” Rhapsody nodded “Family is...family. It’s about making what you can out of the cards
birth deals you. Friendship is about choices, about recognizing something wonderful in someone else
and choosing it. And you’re making a choice.”
The worst part was, that Em knew she wasn’t bargaining, she knew she wasn’t trying to change her
mind, she wasn’t trying to manipulate her into living. She was just saying what she felt.
And then Rhapsody looked up from the barrel of the gun straight into her eyes.
“Go ahead.” She placed one hand on the gun, pulling it towards her “Shoot me.”
“Where’s that sister of yours anyway?” Phoenix peered into the dark as he dropped another log onto
their small fire .
“She probably got distracted by something shiny.” Journey shrugged.
But Turner was looking off in concern “Still...she should be here by now.”
“Ow!” Journey’s head turned to find his sister picking her way clumsily between two arches into the
“There you are kid,” Turner made to rise as he saw her “I was just about to send the search party out for
you. What took you so long.” He shot a quick glance behind her “Where’s Em?”
No one noticed the look that flitted across the heiress’s face “She couldn't make it.”
Aria’s gaze flicked disdainfully to the gun on the table, then back up to her daughter’s face “You didn’t
“Hmmm, not as much my daughter as I had hoped then. Are you ready to die?”
“Stop it,” Requiem had never raised her voice to her mother before, to anyone, but suddenly all the
anger and resentment she had tried to wall up inside herself came flooding out “stop trying to
“I’m only stating a fact Requiem,” Aria sighed with maddening calm “it’s you or her, what kind of self
loathing must you have to think she is worth more than you.”
“Or maybe you’re just brimming with Egotism if you think you’re worth more than me.”
“Because we both know there’s a third choice. You can die.”
“So what’s the plan” Journey asked as the group huddled around the fire “Just sit here and wait for the
ghosts of our ancestors to rise up?”
“I guess.” Dee replied uncertainly, ignoring Cayenne muttering something that sounded like ‘emo brat’.
“After this you’re not allowed to come up with plans anymore.”
“Well, well, look who’s grown a spine. But we both know you won’t shoot me.”
“You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know that if you can’t shoot a friend you certainly won’t be able to kill your mother.”
“I couldn’t shoot a friend who was good to me. I can shoot my mother who’s never been anything but a
cold hearted bitch since I was born.”
“What was that?” Dee’s head snapped around, as the other looked around in bewilderment.
“I didn’t hear anything.” Phoenix shook his head.
“It’s just the cemetery psyching you out.” Turner reassured his cousin.
“So what’s your plan, you shoot me, and then? Run off to your little friend. Do you really think she’ll
want to see your face again after you pointed a gun at her. You threatened the life of a precious little
legacy heiress, she’s probably telling everyone right now. What must they think of you...”
“What exactly do you imagine you’re you going to do? Go to them with my blood on your hands and
“I’m...” Dee stared off in the direction of the imaginary noise “I’m going to go get my phone out of my
tent...” she lied, quickly rising to her feet before anyone could question her.
Outside of the light of the campfire she looked around nervously “Hello?” She called into the blackness.
“I would never have thought you so naive Requiem, every relationship is about using. I used you. And
you’re like me, you’re the user. What exactly do you think your little friend Rhapsody ever got out of
your friendship? Or did you think I didn’t know you were befriending the enemy. I wanted you there, I
wanted you close to them so you could play my games for me. And you were doing such a good job until
you showed your cowardice. And I know, and I know it always you leeching off her happiness. There is
no love there. There is no such thing as love.”
Requiem tightened her grip on the gun “Dad...”
“You want to know something about your father Requiem. He tried to leave while I was pregnant with
you. He resents you every single day for keeping him here, when he could be elsewhere, living his life.”
“That’s not true!”
“I’m afraid it is Requiem. I am all you have.”
“I hate you.”
“Yes I know you do. We’re family.”
For the second time that day Requiem levelled her gun at someone and she saw contempt flash across
her mother’s eyes. “If you were going to kill me you would have done it about ten minutes ago.”
And for the second time that day she ran.
She barely noticed brushing by her father as she bolted through the door, tears blurring her eyes. Rhys
reached for her but his eye closed around air and he instead turned to face Aria, whose eyes were
burning with something he didn’t recognize.
“There is something seriously wrong with you”
“Oh please, as if you didn’t know what I was
doing. Besides, if you really cared why have you
even let her stay here.”
“I don’t have to listen to this.”
“Do not walk away from me when I’m talking to
you Aria Bohemian. I-”
Turner was on his feet in a second and running in the direction of Dee’s scream, the others close behind
But what they found there was...nothing.
“Where is she!”
Elise appeared a moment later flashlight in hand, sweeping the darkness with the beam. There was
nothing there but graves.
“Dee!” Journey shouted, casting his gaze around in panic.
“Spread out” Turner ordered immediately “Look around.”
“She can’t be far! It’s nothing but desert, there’s no where for to hide. And she can’t just have vanished
into thin air.”
Ten minutes later five worried looking teenagers assembled around their campfire.
“I hate to say this.” Cayenne worried at her lower lip “But I think we need Mom and Dad.”
River ran his hand through his hair, making it stand on end more than it usually did as he inspected his
son in bafflement “How could – how did this happen.” He softened his tone a little conscious of the fact
that Journey was already looking thoroughly miserable.
“I don’t know. She wandered off, and then she screamed...or she started to scream and then it just cut
out. And she was gone. Out of thin air!”
“What were you doing in the graveyard in the middle of the night anyway.”
“Long story” Journey provided unhelpfully.
Saffron chose that moment to reappear, holding her cell phone in her hand. “Well, where’s Dad?”
Cayenne asked instantly.
Saffron shook her head “If I knew I would tell you. He was in here when I went to bed. It’s not like him to
leave and not say anything. And I can’t get him on his phone.”
Just at that moment the phone in her hand rang. “It’s 2 in the morning who would be calling you now.”
At that instant River’s phone began to ring “Who would be calling the both of us.”
The siblings exchanged a glance before flipping open their phones.
“Wren? What’s wrong?”
“I’m not waking you am I?”
“No, we’re in the middle of a bit of a family crisis, what’s up.”
“...there’s a bit of a family crisis over here too.”
“Slow down Kess, tell me what’s wrong.”
“Norris is missing.”
“What do you mean Charles is missing?” Saffron frowned into the receiver, as she and River exchanged a
“Look...there may be a pattern developing here...We’re looking into it. I’ll keep you posted. Ok...I’ll call
you as soon as I know anything, I promise.”
No sooner had they hung up than Snow and Timothy rushed in, wearing coats over their nightwear.
“Is everyone ok? What’s going on.”
“It’s 3 a.m do you know where your husband is? Cayenne quipped drily, her mother gave her a quelling
look, and quickly briefed her little sister on the situation.
“Looks like Em might need to be added to our missing list.” Turner leaned in the doorway, worry etched
across his features “I figured if anyone knew where Dee might be it would be her. She’s not picking up.”
“This reeks of our loving aunt.” Saffron muttered tossing her phone on the couch for lack of pocket in
Rive shook his head “That doesn’t make any sense...if it was just Dee missing I might have thought the
same thing, but the others...She has no reason, and no means to spirit away 3 grown men.”
“I still think we should go have a little chat with her.”
“No, Saffron, even assuming she’s still alive I don’t think she has anything to do with this.”
“You don’t know that. My husband is missing River!”
“And my daughter is missing Saffron.” River met her gaze levelly “Promise me you won’t do anything.”
River watched his elder sister fighting her natural rebelliousness for a long moment, until she nodded,
“If you don’t need us, Tim and I are going to take Phoenix and Elise home.” Snow smoothed her rumpled
“I’m going to go down to the station, and get some help.” Zoe put in.
“Ok, and I’ll head down to the graveyard and see what I can find. Saffy, do you mind keeping an eye on
Journey for a while?”
“Not a problem you guys go ahead, I’ll make sure we don’t misplace anyone else tonight.”
The door had barely closed behind her siblings before Saffron was up the stairs, yanking off her pyjamas
an pulling on clothes as quickly as her finger could do up buttons.
“Turner, you’re in charge while I’m gone” Saffron shot over her shoulder as she strode out the door,
shoving a gun in her pocket as she went. “Stay here, and look after you sisters and cousin. Ok?”
She didn’t give him time to reply. The door rattled on her way out.
The House was quiet. Quiet enough that Saffron could hear herself breathing as she stood with her back
pressed against the blackened brick of the house. She listened carefully, she couldn’t hear anything, the
windows were dark. By all appearances no one was home, carefully she pushed the door. It swung
soundlessly open. Unlocked.
She moved, slowly, careful that a misstep or a creaking floorboard wouldn’t betray her. But at first
glance the house looked just as empty as it had seemed from the outside. And yet, Saffron noted as she
glanced around at the embers still glowing in the fireplace, it had not been empty for long.
Saffron was stepping out of the dining room when the shadow moved in the doorway. Instantly she
stepped back, and waited. Out of the corner of her eye she could see it moving across the floor. Slowly,
carefully until it was nearly upon her.
Saffron moved quickly silently, and with one smooth silent motion she was out of her hiding place. She
slammed her shoulder into the figure’s chest and pinned him against the wall.
“Turner?” Saffy stared down at her son, as he sagged against the wall.
“Hey Mom.” he coughed as he tried to regain his breath and smile winningly at his mother
“What’re you doing here.”
Turner grinned rakishly up a this mother as he straightened himself “I couldn’t let you have all the fun.”
“I thought I told you to stay home.”
“Yeah, and I thought uncle River told you not to do anything reckless. Clearly neither of us is great at
doing what we’re told. Family trait I guess.”
“What is this place anyway?” Turner peered around.
“It’s not safe. Now go home.”
“Not a chance. I’m leaving with you or not at all.”
Saffron gave her son the sort of assessing look she normally reserved for a particularly difficult
government facility security system. Her ultimate conclusion was that he was right. He was too much
like her to do what he was told. “Fine.” She conceded finally “But you do what I say. No matter what?
Understood.” Turner saluted his mother in acknowledgement and together they continued their
exploration of the house.
As stealthily as they could manage the pair explored one room after another. Everything they found,
embers in the fireplace, dirty towels, rumpled bed sheets, screamed of recent inhabitation. And yet no
one was to be found in the house.
Or almost no one.
The final room looked like all the others, but Saffron noticed something immediately. Tapping Turner on
the shoulder she pointed to where light flooded from under the door.
He nodded silently, Saffron checked her gun on her hip and flung open the door.
And found herself staring into a pair of terrified eyes.
Her hand strayed to her gun almost automatically before recognition set in and it was all Saffron could
do to keep from gaping.
Turner pushed past her “Requiem?”
Requiem flinched backwards but Turner was next to her in an instant. Kneeling.
“Thank god, you’re ok. What are you doing here.”
“I-I live here” Requiem took a shaky breath, “You mean you’re not here for me?”
“What? No, we’re looking for-”
“-your mother.” Saffron completed, her voice eerily even as her gaze swept Em, and the pieces all
suddenly fell into place. She shook her head, it should have been obvious from the beginning, as she
looked at her now she saw the resemblance, the dark hair, those heavily veiled eyes that on Aria
seemed to scream of malice, but which were at that moment bloodshot and confused as she looked at
Requiem. The situation begged a thousand questions, but Saffron had one which was more pressing
that the others.
“Where is she?”
“I don’t know.” Requiem shook her head, “We- had a fight- I left....but I didn’t get very far... I had to
come back...and when I did...they were just gone, both of them. Mom and Dad. Mom’s never been
gone...but they just left me.” Tears welled up in Requiem’s eyes and she wiped them away stubbornly.
Saffron sighed, and ran a hand through her dark hair “Well that complicates matters. That adds two
more people to our list of disappearances. I guess we have nothing left to do here. Come on, we’re
going home. You too Requiem.”
As Saffron spun on her heel, Turner helped a still shaky Requiem to her feet. She took a step towards the
door but he stopped her, spinning her slowly to face him. Requiem felt fear well up in her chest. When
she had seen them burst through her door, she had been gripped with the certainty that they were
there for her. But as she forced herself to raise her eyes and look at Turner’s face, she did not see the
knowledge of what she had done, or almost done, to Rhapsody, written there. There was only concern,
“I was worried about you kid.” Turner brushed a dark strand of hair from her face, in a way that sent a
stabbing reminder of her mother through Requiem. But she had one pressing question “Where’s Dee?”
Turner’s face changed suddenly “I forgot you didn’t know.”
And that is the end of Part one of this chapter. On a cliff hanger sorry. And especially sorry that I might
leave you hanging for a little while since it’s unlikely I’ll get part 2 our before the New-Year. So until then,
Happy Holidays, I hope you’re having a wonderful season and I will see you all in Part 2 sometime in the
not too distant future I hope.
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