Lightening lit up the black sky, revealing the silver outlines in the night. Shannon stared through the blurry windows of Blake castle. The vial of rain was ongoing into the night. Shannon much rather be outside in the erratic lightening and reckless rain than stand in the presence of her cousin. The cousin that came out of the blue. The cousin she had never met until that day. The cousin that insisted that she wanted to 'return to her roots'.

"What a lie." Shannon whispered to herself.

Shannon known the real reason why she came. The reason made Shannon terrified, not only thought of losing her own life, also the thought that her cousin's friends were risking their own lives too. They weren't bad people, in fact they were kind to Shannon. Having the visitors around the castle taken away some of Shannon's loneliness. It was as if they were her family. Shannon hugged her stomach, feeling it squirm to the thought of how reckless her cousin was being. Despite all these years of misfortune. No one at Blake castle had ever had trouble with an monster… Until now. Shannon heard her own words echo in her mind. She let out an sigh. The past couple of days, everything was so perfect. Her cousin and friends had solved the mystery of the 'Loch ness monster' incidents. After which they had taken part of the Blake's games tournament. She shown her cousin an ancient tapestry, that revealed the Blake's curse.

Shannon only shown half of the tapestry, which she displayed in her living room. The other half was locked away, hidden deep within the castle walls. What the other half the Tapestry revealed was beyond any of Shannon's nightmares. The other half of the curse.

"You're up late." Shannon spoke out loudly. She heard the floor boards creek softly, her cousin slowly came into the candle light. Shannon turned to face her cousin. Who she known was watching for the past five minutes. She stopped a meter before Shannon, "I can never sleep when I have something on my mind." her voice was slightly preppy, a typical American girl.

Shannon smiled widely to her, "Same here. What's on your mind? Go on, you can tell me." Shannon's vocals was exactly like her cousins, except hers was a rich Scottish accent compared to her cousin's coated American accent.

Her cousin hesitated, rubbing her hands to keep them warm. This was her cousin's first visit to Scotland, she was shocked by how cold it was. It was a big change in climate compared to Ohio. "I couldn't help but notice that your tapestry looks as if it has been ripped." she pointed to the dark shadow, which revealed the Tapestry in daylight.

Shannon tried to remain calm, "Well, it IS old, Daphne."

Daphne frowned, "I know, but… I thought there might be another half." she moved around the room, her eyes wandering around. Hoping to find some clue to find the other half.

"I know what you are Daphne." Shannon murmured, Daphne immediately stopped.

"Y-you do?" She uttered.

Shannon nodded stiffly, "Do your friends know what you are?" Daphne shook her head.

"How many did you kill?" Shannon pressed on. Daphne didn't answer. Shannon changed the subject, "The Tapestry told me everything. About this curse and the day you will come. I didn't believe it, but here you are." Shannon reached her hand into her nightgown pocket. "Where is it?" Daphne demanded, "Shannon. Please tell me, I need to see it." Shannon lowered her eyes, "It will be impossible to get now, but I can tell you." she rose her eyes, "It spoke of some werewolf curse past down every four generations of Blake. It takes so long for four generations to past, the genes containing this curse had been wiped away…" She paused, "You're an direct descendant from the curse." Shannon bowed to Daphne, "It's an honour to stand in the presence of a pure blood-"

"Shut up." Daphne hissed, "I know I am, if I wasn't I wouldn't be-" Daphne broke off, "I wouldn't have…" Shannon ignored the guilt in Daphne's tone, uninterested by her killings.

"There was an Blake legend similar to your story… a curse…a werewolf… haven't you ever heard of the story, Daphne?" Shannon sighed lightly to Daphne's silence.

"There was a human who was cursed by the wolf. The werewolf began wanting more and more power. Wanting this power, it made an alliance with a cat creature. These creatures both began building an army of supernatural to overthrow humanity." Shannon wrapped her fingers around the cold object inside her gown.

"Are you saying I'm going to turn into a power crazy werewolf?" Daphne asked startled.

"I'm just retelling a legend, Daphne." Shannon snapped, she met Daphne's gaze, "In the tapestry, it says the protector of the Blake castle should end this cursed being, like many before." She raised her silver knife to Daphne. Daphne froze.

"I'm only filling my role, Daphne. I'm sorry."