Wendy opened the door. As soon as she had seen in a premonition the weight of her sister's heartbreak, she set on a journey to comeback to the shores of East End. Whatever business she was starting with a new love in another land, she put it on hold to aid her sister. There wasn't anything that she wouldn't do for Joanna.

She let go of the door knob and cautiously walked in the dark room. There wasn't a brighter source of light other than from a candle light atop a vanity table. She gently ran to Joanna's side when she saw her sitting behind it, staring blankly on her mirrored reflection.

"Joanna," she touched her hand as she whispered. She didn't want to startle her but it appeared like her sister was too deep in her own mind that she couldn't stimulate her to react.

"Joan," she repeated. This time she turned her gaze to her. The way she stared at her was unrecognizable, "What happened to you?"

"I gave birth to the girls," she said to her, "again."

That must be why she was depressed. She was mourning. She went through her curse again, and she grieve for her daughters everytime.

Tears formed in her eyes, "I just buried them. Now, I had to raise them again."

Wendy pressed her hand in an attempt to comfort her, "I'll help you. Just like many times before."

"No, no," she shook her head, "you must return to your life. You are happy. I read all your letters. I don't have to drag you to the sufferings of my curse."

"We are both cursed. You and I," she looked at her in the eyes, "There's only us here. Sisters as we are, we vowed to help each other through anything."

"And this is how I am helping you. Be happy, have the life that you deserve. Mock our Father's curse by living a better life in this world," Joanna turned to her.

"But how about you? I don't want to leave you."

"Don't worry about me," she withdrew her gaze.

Something is definitely wrong, "If you don't want me here, can I at least call Victor to come to you?"

"No." The mere sound of his name brought aged wounds on her chest to come alive, "I have Harrison."

Wendy stepped back, "Harrison?"

Joanna looked down, "Oh, you remember him."

"Of course, I would never forget him. He was the human who asked us for immortality."

"It was a gift," Joanna recalled.

"A gift you willingly gave-"

"For saving our lives! Stop it, Wendy. I know you always thought it was a mistake that I told him that he could ask for anything as a gift of our gratitude. There was no way I figured he would ask me that, and when he did, we had to oblige."

Wendy shook her head. Her eyes toured the room. Then, a long, white dress caught her gaze. A crease formed on her forehead, "And, did he, by any chance, asked you for anything again?"

Joanna fell silent.

"Did he?" Wendy insisted for answer.

"He did!"

"And what did he ask from you?" .

"To marry him," Joanna had no choice but to answer her, because she knew Wendy just wouldn't let things go.

"And?" Wendy's eyes narrowed

"I accepted."


A/N: I always wanted a back story to Harrison. If he wasn't a Warlock, then how did he become immortal? (I am only just starting to read the book, and I think the series and its characterizations are much better.)

NEXT chapter I hope to write a flashback chapter.

Ultimately, please review.