Everyone was in the Vampire Bus on the way back to Midnight in hopes of rescuing Fiji in time. While they were all discussing Fiji, how Colconnar most likely wants to procreate with Fiji because of how powerful she is, Gwen went into the far end of the bus and sat next to Marcus there.

"I've seen you, too, you know?" Gwen greeted quietly so only he would hear. "I don't normally see things in the past but something about you…" she pointed at him in an 'I can't quite figure out why' manner before continuing, "…you, I saw as a kid. You were standing in front of a woman with long red hair, but she looked a hell of a lot like you."

Marcus turned his weak person to face her better. Her words had captured her attention. "Go on."

"She said – 'You can't live as both forever – it's not the Dragon's way. One day, you'll have to make a choice. And you, my Angel…you're just like your father." Gwen patted him on the knee before standing and saying, "Food for thought."

Marcus was still going over those words as she rejoined the others and presently Lemuel came into the back area asking, "What she want?"

"She told me how I was going to die." Which wasn't exactly the truth but in Marcus' eyes…it was.

Olivia popped her head in at that moment to say, "You guys might want to hear this."

Manfred and Gretel were telling the others about the Shaman they saw during their death. "When we died, the Shaman said the first of the Demons would rise on the night of the blood moon."

"That, unfortunately folks, is tonight," Gretel added in.

"Sounds creepy enough," Olivia replied, "but what does that mean?"

"Xylda and I, none of us, would even do readings on nights of the blood moon." Manfred went into more detail after that. "They create a potent Psychic environment that can be a conduit for evil. It's too dangerous."

"It's also a full moon," Rev informed the others.

"This keeps getting better," Lemuel sarcastically interjected.

Gretel knew the odds were against them but she said, "The spell worked. We know how to kill Colconnar."

"Any chance of sharing that information?" Marcus asked weakly, looking up at her.

Gretel answered seriously when she said, "I think you've got enough to worry about, hon."

Manfred went into plan time – "Gwen, Olivia, Bobo, find Fiji. Keep her safe until Colconnar's gone."

"Done," Bobo answered firmly and reassuringly. He was going to do everything in his power to keep Fiji from getting hurt.

Marcus had to know what they were going to do, "How are you going to kill Colconnar?"

"Details aren't important," Manfred answered for his sister and she seemed grateful for that because she could barely even look at Marcus. He was withering away before their eyes and it even pained him to see it.

"Before we worry about killing Colconnar," Olivia interjected, "what are we going to do about the Wraiths?"

Bobo shared his experience with them. "They barely touched me but burned right through my clothes. hurt like hell."

Marcus had an idea about that. "Did anyone bring weapons?

He was answered shortly after when Olivia produced a pile of weapons – mostly guns of various sizes but there were some blades in the pile as well.

Olivia waved her hand towards the array, saying, "This is everything."

Joe picked up an axe saying, "Wraiths are spirit manifestations of evil. An axe isn't going to cut it."

Marcus forced himself up to his feet and leaned against the counter the weapons were on. "It might if it was purified."

Manfred nodded with a pleased smile on his face. "Old school, I like it."

Now Gretel was quick to pick up on their thought train. "They're evil and evil doesn't like Holy Water."

"Holy Water touches them, they recoil, gives enough time to get through," Marcus replied quickly and needed to take some deep breaths after that.

Gwen walked over to them and presented a couple bottles of water. "These good enough?"

The Rev took them saying, "Yes. I can sanctify these and bless the weapons."

Marcus was about to ask something of the Rev but stopped because Manfred spoke to Gretel saying, "While they're with Fiji, we head to the Pawn Shop." This changed what Marcus was going to originally ask. "Why the Pawn Shop?" he queried instead.

Gretel's answer was simply and vague. "There's stuff there we need."

Later, Marcus sat down next to Gretel with a grateful sigh of relief. "You're not going to tell me what the plan is, are you?" He already knew the answer to that but was going to ask anyway.

"Freddie and I are going to do what needs to be done – whatever the risks," Gretel replied, not looking at him. "So, no, I'm not going to tell you."

Marcus reached out and gently turned her face to his. "I trust you will do whatever it takes just as I know you will trust me to do the same." He didn't elaborate and kissed her gently before getting to his feet to make his way into the back of the bus to speak to Lem – leaving a speechless Gretel in his wake.

When he got there, he saw Lem talking with Olivia. "Sorry, I'll come back."

"We're good," Olivia replied and left the room, giving Marcus a motherly kiss on the cheek as she went.

Lemuel stood and helped Marcus into a seat beside his. "How are you feeling, son?"

"Like hell," Marcus laughed and coughed because of it. "I need a favor, Dad."

Lemuel sighed deeply. "You only call me 'Dad' when something is really bad. What is it?"

"I need you to leech the pain," Marcus answered, getting right to the point. "I have an idea and I can't do anything about it if it hurts too much to move." He added in, in a way a son would tease their father, "Besides, it looks like you could use a pick-me-up too, old man."

Lemuel sat next to Marcus and took his hand. "You are my son. I will do anything for you." With a teasing smirk of his own, "Even let that 'old man' comment slide."

Marcus chuckled for a moment and then Lemuel started to leech the pain. He knew it would only be a temporary fix, but it would last him long enough.

The Vampire bus was parked far enough away from town to keep from being detected and after getting armed up, they all trekked it into town – each with their own blessed weapon.

Right before they were about to head in, Manfred stopped to say, "We protect Fiji, kill a Demon, close a portal to Hell. Sounds like a good enough plan, right?"

"My skin is burning," an almost completely covered from the sun Lemuel replied. "Stop talking."

Manfred nodded in a fair enough way and resumed the trek. Gretel, standing beside him, said, "As long as we don't die, this is gonna be one hell of a story."

Marcus heard what she said as well and spun around the metal baseball bat in his hand, feeling much better after the pain getting leeched. It would give him just enough strength to do what was needed to be done. Of course, he didn't tell anyone what he was planning to do…just in case he failed. But looking over and seeing Gretel, even Manfred with her, he realized that failure was not an option.

Per the plan, Gwen, Bobo, and Olivia split off from the group to find Fiji. And since Marcus was feeling better after the leeching, he went with them.

Marcus wanted to be with Gretel for this but he knew he wouldn't be able to do what he felt he had to if she was there. He also knew that it would be the same for her. They were each other's strengths and also each other's weaknesses.

After a bit of staking out they discovered most of the Wraiths were near the Church – just where they happened to be. "Is it is just me," Gwen said to them as well as Joe on the phone with her, "or do these Wraiths look…solid?"

"Doesn't matter," Joe replied. "They're still spirit manifestations. They can take any shape they want. They're evil and consecrated weapons will work on them."

"Good to know," Gwen replied and after confirmed that they'd provide distraction for them to get to Fiji's house, she ended the call.

"Y'all ready for this?" Gwen asked the others. "They're gonna distract the Wraiths for us."

"How?" Olivia asked and was answered by Joe's loud whistle from down the street. "That works."

Marcus looked around the corner of the Church and saw Manfred, Gretel and the others firing off shots as well as using bladed weapons. He looked proudly as Gretel sliced through them with the machete Olivia had given to her.

Turning his attention back to the matter at hand, he took off with the others to Fiji's house since it was clear but some more Wraiths appeared nearby.

"Get to Fiji's!" Olivia shouted. "I'll make sure you're covered."

"Liv!" Marcus shouted in a 'don't do that' way only for her to shout back, "Listen to your mother – go!"

Marcus couldn't believe she chose then of all times to refer to herself as his mother, but it was welcome terminology.

They booked it across the street and Olivia provided cover fire for them from the Church's bell tower until they made it safely there.

"Let us in, Cuz!" Gwen shouted as she and Bobo pounded on the door. "Don't make me break down this door!"

Fiji opened it moments later and couldn't believe her eyes. "Bobo, Gwen, Marcus," she greeted in shock. "What are you doing here? You should not have come back." She was clearly pissed. "I left so that you would be safe, so that what happened to Manfred and Gretel would not happen…"

"Manfred and Gretel are fine, Cuz," Gwen interjected. "They came back to life. They're alive– the spell worked. They got their answers."

That didn't change how Fiji felt. "Oh, okay. Well, thank Goddess that they're alive, but still I don't want anyone else getting hurt!"

"They know how to stop Colconnar," Marcus assured her. "Nothing's going to happen to you."

"We're not going anywhere," Bobo swore.

Fiji was feeling very emotional. "Maybe I want you to. I can deal with Colconnar. But I cannot deal with you dying for me."

"Olivia's coming," Gwen said from the window and Marcus went right to the door in time to see one of the Wraiths wrap its arms around her.

"No!" Marcus shouted and rushed right to her.

Gwen was right behind him, ready to slay the beast but froze when she saw who it was. "Is that…"

"No," Fiji answered in anger and took the weapon from her before using it on the Wraith who took the appearance of Jeremy herself.

Bobo carried Olivia into the house with them because Marcus was getting too weak again to do so.

Olivia gasped and groaned in pain – a pain so severe she couldn't take it.

Marcus dropped to her side, taking her hand in his. "You're gonna be fine, Mom," he said quietly to her. "It's not your time yet. You're gonna be fine."

Olivia had tears streaming down her face but even so she forced her expression to be strong and nodded to agree with him, even though she didn't.

Marcus felt his time growing shorter and had to act on his decision now. He kissed Olivia's forehead and whispered, "You're not dying today," before leaving her side to go into the back of the house.

In the Pawn Shop with Joe, Rev, and Lemuel; Manfred and Gretel looked around for the items they needed. "You got your Tea Party friends with you?" Manfred asked as they looked.

She gestured to the jewelry on her person, saying, "Always." With that assured, they went back to searching through the items, looking for the most evil ones they could.

Their search was interrupted by Joe asking, "What exactly are you looking for?"

"The Shaman said in order to fight evil, I need to know evil," Manfred answered and Gretel picked up from there saying, "There are spirits tethered to objects here. Some of them are evil."

"Think any of them are Demonic?" Manfred asked, looking among the shelves.

Lemuel scoffed, "I'm sure. With all the Supernatural creatures pawning things here over the years. I'll see what I can find." He pulled up the collar of his coat and headed into the back room.

"You said you need to know evil," Joe said to Manfred once Lemuel left the room. He turned to Gretel and asked, "What about you?"

"The Shaman told me to do what I do best once I reach my full power." Gretel gestured to her jewelry saying, "Tea Party," and left it at that.

Marcus hated being away from Olivia and hoped that Fiji's salve would help her – despite how deep her burns were. What he wanted was to be there for her but this was his last chance to do what he had to do if there was any chance of surviving.

Hellfire was coursing through his veins – Hellfire was lethal to Dragons but to Reapers…to Angels of Death such exposure was a mere nuisance. His Dragon mother was right, one day he would have to make a choice and he would become just his Reaper father.

Marcus closed his eyes and with every bit of strength he had his ripped his Reaper half away from his Dragon one. Marcus now stood, semi-corporeal, wearing a hooded cloak. He pulled down the hood, his pitch black eyes looking at his Dragon half floating in front of him – his scales like ash, his claws cracked and broken. He was dying before his own eyes and it was now or never.

"I never wanted to have to choose," he said to his Dragon half with regret. "But a part of me needs to live…for her." Marcus pulled a hand scythe from beneath his cloak and held it above his Dragon half's head. With one fell swoop, he beheaded that half killing him.

Marcus' head fell back as he screamed while the Dragon Fire from that half of him surged out and into his pitch black eyes. When the Fire ceased his semi-corporeal form because completely solid and when his eyes shot open, they were red fire.

Bobo, Fiji, and Gwen ran into the back room. "What did you do?" Bobo asked as Marcus rose to his feet, seeing the dead Dragon on the floor.

"I had to choose," Marcus replied as he removed the cloak and draped it over the body of his other half.

"But – how?" Fiji didn't understand what was happening.

"If anything else killed a half of me, my entirety would be dead," Marcus explained, his fire eyes looking right at them. "This was a willing sacrifice." He walked past the group saying, "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to see my mother before I go help my Flame."

It was going to be dark soon and close to showtime. Manfred got ahold of Gwen and was told Fiji was safe and wasn't told that Olivia had been injured…or the weird as hell thing Marcus did by killing one half of himself in order to save the other. Manfred, Gretel, and everyone else at the Pawn Shop was completely ignorant about that.

Before going to see what Lem came up with as far as evil went, Manfred went to check on his sister. "Any idea how to reach full power, yet?"

"According to the cards, Marcus is the key to that but he's barely standing." Gretel pressed her face into her hands and took a deep breath. "Do what I do best, right? Hold Tea Parties and stick close to you. We're more powerful together than we are apart."

"No argument there." Manfred gave Gretel a quick kiss on the head and went to see the Demon-tethered items he had for him.

While Manfred was doing this, Gretel looked around the Shop for items of her own use. Her Tea Party spirits were ones who died protecting others. It didn't matter how they lived their life, it was their death that mattered. So Gretel focused on the voices that made it clear when they died…they died for another.

Gretel had gathered the last item and set them on the counter in front of Joe.

"What are those for?" he asked, coming over, looking at the odd collection.

"Manfred has to know evil…I have to have a Tea Party," Gretel answered, setting up the items in a row.

"You say that a lot, what does it mean?" Joe asked curiously with crossed arms.

"I've had three spirits tethered to the jewelry I wear. When I was a kid, we'd have tea parties together. When I got older and needed help, I'd call upon them to possess me." Gretel removed her jewelry and set it among the others. "The Shaman said I had to do what I do best, and this…this is it. I've had these Tea Parties almost all my life and it's time to extend the guest list."

Joe looked at the items again saying, "It's gonna be one hell of a tea party," because there were so many of them.

Gretel nodded before taking a deep breath and summoning all the spirits from the items. They all swirled around her before making their presences known. "You all have died trying to protect someone – that's your unfinished business. If you help me now…there's a chance you could cross over and get out of Limbo. If that's what you want…help me send some evil scum back to Hell."

None of the spirits said a word but one by one they smoked themselves into Gretel, her body contorting and gasping as they did. When the final spirit entered her, she grabbed onto the counter and gasped. With pitch white eyes, she turned to face her brother at the other end of the Shop. "Your turn," she said to him in a darker than normal voice.

Manfred knew what she meant and nodded. Only for him…he would be taking in Demons. Now he was gonna have one hell of a Tea Party.

Marcus had seen Olivia and went over to Fiji and the others to say, "Her time isn't now, but I'm afraid that will change if she doesn't get medical help. Olivia should be in a hospital."

"Then let's all go," Bobo suggested, only to be shot down.

"The last time I left, Colconnar sent those Wraith things to bring me back," Fiji retorted.

"I'll take her," Gwen offered. "Only problem is, my car is parked with the Vampire bus."

"I'll get Fiji's car. Get her ready," Bobo offered and went out to do just that before Fiji could try and stop him.

"He loves you. You have got to know that," Gwen said to Fiji as they got Olivia ready to go, only to have Marcus cut in and scoop her right up in his arms and carry her outside to the car Bobo was speeding into the front yard.

Gwen didn't wait for Fiji to answer and got right out of the house and into the car. And once Marcus had Olivia settled, she put it into gear and got the hell out of Midnight.

Marcus didn't follow Bobo and Fiji into the house, instead he said, "Don't wait up for me," and took off across the street towards the Church.

Bobo and Fiji trusted his decisions or at least believed that he was doing what he thought was right, so neither of them tried to stop him and went back into the house.

The sun was setting and the Blood Moon was on the rise. Manfred and Gretel were both armed with their possessions – Manfred with his Demons and Gretel with her collection of Tea Party guests.

Colconnar rose from the fires of Hell, his clawed, horned body charred and glowing with Hellfire. He demanded, "Bring the virgin Witch to me."

Manfred and Gretel walked out of the Pawn Shop together, saying in unison with their darkened, possessed voices, "Not gonna happen."

Colconnar walked towards them saying, "Evil and Spirits are making your powerful. Join us."

"Pass," Gretel shot back then both she and Manfred shot up their hands and threw balls of energy right at Colconnar. They were direct hits but did not do very much to the Demon.

"Your mistakes," Colconnar snarled and threw a ball of energy of his own, knocking both Manfred and Gretel on their backs.

As soon as Marcus saw this he left the Church's bell tower and produced his black Angel of Death/Reaper wings and took off towards the Bernardos.

The siblings got to their feet as a surge of light magic energy was felt through the entire town. Something that clearly displeased Colconnar. "NO! Fiji, what did you do!" Colconnar roared out, "Now you all die!"

He used even more powerful energy to blow up every car on the street and throw the siblings apart. Lemuel went to Manfred with one more powerful, Demonic artifact while Gretel hid behind a mailbox trembling.

Gretel looked across the street at her brother with her pale white eyes then gasped when Marcus – full Reaper Marcus – landed in front of her. "How?" she asked with her darkened voice from all the spirits within her.

"You forgot to invite a guest," Marcus said to her as his body turned incorporeal with his eye red eye glowing. "No one messes with my Flame and lives." His body turned to red mist and went inside Gretel with the other spirits.

Gretel gasped as Marcus did this, with no time to question it. Her body started to shake almost uncontrollably and suddenly it stopped. Gretel's eyes opened wide as the white faded way to blue flames. With newfound strength she stood up and met Manfred in the middle of the road.

With Manfred's additional Demonic spirit, black ooze streamed from his eyes, nose, and mouth. But the power was just what he needed to help taken Colconnar down.

Manfred took his sister's hand in his and held tight, saying to Colconnar in an even more Demonic voice than before, "This. Is. Over."

Manfred and Gretel both raised their hands to shoot out their powerful streams of energy as their clasped hands glowed, giving them even more power than they had before.

Colconnar fought back with his own power but it was no match for them. "NO!" he snarled and tried to increase the stream of power.

Manfred and Gretel did the same and they said together, "Get out of Midnight! Get out of our home and go to Hell!" With that exclamation, the power – the magic – from their clasped hands shot out towards Colconnar – a direct hit.

Colconnar roared as the magic hit him before he disintegrated before their eyes and the Veil closed with his death.

Gretel gasped as all the spirits, Marcus included, left her body. As the spirits manifested in front of her she took deep breaths saying, "Thank you."

All the spirits, including her Tea Party friends, all smiled at her before they faded away finally able to move on but Marcus was nowhere to be seen. This made her believe that he was gone – dead – and it broke her heart. She pushed that down and turned to her brother who dropped to the ground after releasing the Demonic spirits.

Gretel went to his side and place her hands on his arm and back to support him as he threw up the last of the black 'goo' leftover from the Demons. "Freddie? Freddie, are you alright?"

"I'm not sure," Manfred answered as he got to the feet with her help, "but that was one hell of a Tea Party."

"Colconnar's gone," Gretel said with tears of relief in her eyes. "We did it."

"Yes, you did," Marcus answered proudly and smiled wide at the look of shock on her face.

"Marcus," Gretel gasped and ran right for him, cupping his face. "How…how?"

"Later," Marcus replied with pure love in his fiery red eyes. "Later." When Lem came out of the Pawn Shop, he went over to him because there was something he had to know about Olivia.

Fiji and Bobo joined them and Gretel went over to Fiji saying, "You're safe, Fiji. It's all good."

"We're all safe," Fiji replied with relief. "Thank you – both of you."

"Dad, there's something you need to know," Marcus began to tell his father but Lemuel cut him off.

"You severed ties with your Dragon," Lemuel replied, thinking that was it. "That was a risk, son."

"I know, but that wasn't what I was going to tell you," Marcus replied. "It's about Mom."

Lemuel had never heard Marcus refer to Olivia as his mother before so this really must be important. "What happened?"

Gwen sat on one of the chairs outside of Olivia's room and bounced her foot up and down anxiously. Not just because she was worried about Olivia – she was past even her Fairy magic now – she was anxious because of who she called in case they could help.

Madonna, from the restaurant, walked down the hall and straight to Gwen saying, "This is not the reunion I expected, child."

"I know," Gwen answered and hugged Madonna in greeting. "There's nothing I can do to help her, Madonna. They don't think she'll make it through the night. Is there…is there anything you can do?"

Madonna sighed. "No, honey, there isn't. I'm not a part of the Realm anymore. There's nothing I can do."

A little while later, Lemuel and Marcus walked down the hall towards them with Manfred and Gretel. "Gwen," Manfred addressed, his tone asking how she was doing.

Gwen walked over to them saying, "I'm so sorry. I tried to help but she's past my abilities. The doctors say she's holding on but there's nothing more they can do." After a moment she looked at Lemuel and said, "She gave me a message for you…"

"She can tell me herself," Lemuel shot back. "Where is she?" When Gwen gestured towards Olivia's room, Lemuel cocked his head for Marcus to join and they went right in.

"That's gotta hurt," Gwen sighed softly as she took her seat again.

"What?" Manfred asked her.

"Helping her soul cross over – if she dies." Gwen looked up at Manfred and Gretel. "He's a full-on Angel of Death now."

Gretel was about to ask how she knew that and Gwen answered before she had the chance to say it. "I've had a full view of what happened in Midnight," Gwen said with a 'don't ask' wave of the hand. "Congrats on closing the Veil by the way. Fiji's safe?" Seeing their nods, she nodded. "Good."

Lemuel and Marcus went into Olivia's room and Lem asked his son, "How long does she have?"

"It's strange," Marcus answered, looking down at her, "it feels like she doesn't have long left and yet it also not her time."

Lemuel took that as a sign to do what he had intended to do. He hissed as he bit into his wrist and let his blood drip into Olivia's mouth. Once she had enough, her wounds healed and she awoke with a gasp.

Olivia almost couldn't believe it. "I'm not dead."

"Healed you with a little blood," Lemuel answered. "It's not good for humans, I know, but I couldn't lose you."

"You won't," Olivia assured him – swore to him – then turned to Marcus. "Why do you look like your Reaper half? Except for the eyes. Where's your other body?"

"Long story." Marcus gave her a squeeze. "You just focus on getting better, Mom."

"Mom," Olivia smiled. "Never thought I'd like the sound of that." She turned to Lemuel saying, "You know what we have to do now?"

Lemuel was confused. "No…what?"

"Get married," Olivia answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world and smiled.

A Week Later

The Rev stood at the front of the Church as he presided over Lemuel and Olivia's wedding. "Family isn't always about blood. Family are the people that accept you as you are, without judgement. The people that stand with you in joy and agony. With family, love doesn't come with conditions. Sacrifices are made willingly, if only to spare your loved ones pain. And if your exceptionally lucky, you're born into that. But sometimes not. Sometimes it takes a long time to find that family. Most of us know what it's like to be alone, solitary. But because we know loneliness, we recognize the miracle, the magic, committing to that family, for good or bad, sickness or health, aging and not."

A lot of those present got a chuckle out of that.

Rev smiled as he said, "It's time to exchange the rings."

Marcus, Lem's best man, held out the silver colored wedding band for him to place on Olivia's finger. "Don't worry, Dad. It's platinum, not silver."

Lemuel chuckled along with Olivia and exchanged rings with her, neither of them feeling happier before than they had at that very moment.

At the reception, Gretel danced with Marcus and she too felt happier than she ever thought would be possible. "You know," she teased him with a smile, looking into his red eyes, "if there was ever an excuse to break up with me – your Dragon half dying and severing the mystical connection between us would have been applicable."

"The Dragon died, but the fire did not," Marcus replied, smiling as he twirled her. "You can't get rid of me that easily."

"I told you so," Gretel said in a sing-songy voice before placing her hand on the side of his face and kissing him. She then giggled when he dipped her and kissed her again.

Manfred was glad Gretel was so happy and had no intention of getting in the way of that again. Putting his hands into his pockets, he headed to the crossroads nearby where Colconnar emerged and the Veil sealed. Whether it's sealed for good or just for the next thousand years no one knew, but it wasn't worth worrying about that night.

Gwen saw Manfred go off so she follow him, not speaking until he stopped under the stoplight. "You're a big part of this happening, you know that, right?"

"I just helped," Manfred chuckled lightly as he turned to face her. "Did you mean what you said?"

Gwen's brow furrowed a bit. "I say a lot of things. You're gonna have to be a bit more specific."

"Death either did something more than make me, well, die or I heard you tell me that you've had visions of me all your life," Manfred replied, moving closer to her a bit. "Which is it?"

Gwen crossed her arms and avoided the answer a little bit. "I'm not a believer in soul mates. That's a Dragon thing, not a Witch thing."

Manfred was right in front of her now, asking, "What about a Fairy thing?"

Gwen pressed her lips together and didn't answer him that and got annoyed when she found him smiling. "Oh, shut up."

Manfred just laughed at that with a shake to his head. Oh, this was ironic on so many levels. With an 'I can't believe I'm about to ask this' deep breath, he offered her his hand. "Would you like to dance?"

Gwen winced a bit saying, "Nah…not really. Dancing and I don't really mix."

"Girl after my own heart," he teased then suggested, "how about a drink instead?"

"Boy after my own heart," she teased right back and linked her arm with his, heading straight to the bar.

The next morning, practically the entire town was woken up by a rumbling that was not an earthquake. Outside, there were a whole bunch of constructions workers and machinery appearing to work on the closed down Hotel in town. Everyone went out to find out what the hell was going on for sure.

As they all congregated, a woman in a red dress suit went over to them saying, "Apologies. A terrible first impression. The trucks weren't supposed to arrive for another day…"

"Who are you?" Olivia interrupted, practically demanding to know.

"Melanie Pratt," she replied. "I work with Albany Worldwide. We're a hospitality company and the new owners of the Hotel."

"Why would you buy the Hotel?" Bobo wanted to know.

Melanie Pratt smiled wide. "We're renovating. I mean, it is a historic property."

"I don't think that's wise," the Rev replied.

Melanie disagreed in a quite perky manner. "Oh, this will completely revitalize Midnight. We'll make this town a destination. We'll get tourists in here from all over. This town has a very colorful history."

Marcus could have laughed at that but stoically answered, "That's one way to put it."

Manfred and Gretel completely missed out on the rest of the conversation because they both had a feeling to look up at the Hotel's windows, so they did. The spirit they saw there pounding on the window was a face they never expected to see in Midnight – or to see dead for that matter.

Gretel grabbed onto her brother's arm and they exchanged a look with each other to make sure they both were seeing the same thing, and with that confirmation they looked back to the window at to the all too familiar face…

End Season 1 Episode 10 – Season 1 Finale

A/N: Hey, Readers! Thank you all for reading and reviewing Hello, Midnight! It seriously means a lot, so thank you all so much! I don't know yet if Midnight, Texas has been renewed for Season 2. If it has this story will be continued and if not...well, we'll see. :)