Tiny lil' warning: There's a few sexual references in this chapter. Small ones.

~Special #4: Ruby's P.O.V~

I smash onto the streets of New York. "Fuck, that hurt." I quickly clamp on a golden bangle and get up, looking around. I should probably stay in human form for now. I start to get distracted and stare in awe at a helicopter, but come to my senses and slap myself. A lady stares at she walks past me. Damn, I already forgot I've allowed myself to be visible. It's gonna be embarrassing as fuck walking around in these clothes, but oh well.

Ok, ok, ok, I have to friggin' hurry. Phillip's hurt, and he needs a first-aid kit. Concentrate, Ruby, concentrate…

"OH MY FREAKING GOD! THERE'S A MCDONALD'S!" I scream and point to the shop in delight. Screw the first-aid kit, Phillip can wait for all I care. This is McDonald's.

"Uh, kid, this is 21st century New York. You see a McDonald's at least once every mile you walk." A passing teenage boy says, frowning at my outfit.

"SHADDUP! I AIN'T HAD IT IN A WHILE!" I snap at the teenage boy walking by, relieved that over here I'm finally able to speak colloquially. The boy stares at me as if I'm psycho.

"Alright… just sayin'." He walks away, shaking his head. I stick my tongue out, embarrassed at my actions. I mean, I'm already embarrassed enough as it is, with this stupid dress Phillip and Leopold made me put on in a fuckin' alley. I would normally go back in time and erase what just happened with the teen, but I don't have time now. Damn it.

"I guess I can come back later, but first, the kit…" I look around. Where do I live again? In despair, I pull out my address book (except it ain't the addresses of friends, tehehehe), and look flip through the pages. "New York, 2001-2010… AHA!" I find the address and skip on my merry way, following the streets easily. Many people doing their lovely midnight shopping stop and stare at me, but I don't care. I probably won't see 'em ever again. Probably. I manage to find the flat I rented, and it's actually still in pretty good shape. Hope no one broke into it. I find the correct label on the billions of keys I have and stick it into the door, fist pumping when it opens. It's pretty sad when none of the keys I have work. Have to go to the friggin' locksmith and blah blah blah…

I start rambling to myself, kicking open the door and putting my stuff down in the doorway. I also make sure to kick my stupid, uncomfortable black shoes off. Out of all the homes I own, this place is not my favourite, but it's decent. I run through the hallway and skid on the wooden floors in my frilly white socks, laughing gleefully. As I'm looking for my first-aid kit, I catch sight of the cuffs on my sleeves. They're all dirty. I look down and see that my dress is as well. No freaking wonder, I spend half my time in the 1700s kneeling on the ground, not to mention it rains a shitload. I'll have to take a shower.

I trudge into the bathroom, and strip off the damn dress, corset, all of it. God, I hate how people dressed in my time. Ridiculous shit. I turn on the shower and feel the water temperature, hissing as the cold water shoots down onto my hand. So I'm stuck standing naked like a retard while I wait for the shower water to heat up. I chuckle to myself successfully when it's finally hot enough, and jump in like an excited little kid. I sigh in bliss at the water hitting my back. God, I've missed this. I grab the soap and start to wash myself, singing a song I love.

"Only you are here with me

I'll continue singing this song to you

To not let you see the cruelty of the outside world

That is what I wish,

I call you 'Levania'

You call me 'my owner, Karen'

You, who cannot walk, I care for with all my heart

I spoil you with beautiful dresses and colourful hair ribbons

Ruby comes to visit the two of us

Kenny works for our heavenly medicine, we're all a family

Mother and father aren't here at the moment, but we'll see them someday,

Only you are here with me

I'll continue singing this song to you

To not let you see the cruelty of the outside world

That is what I wish,

A colourful room made just for us, with a large window

That is the entire world visible to both you and me

I always make sure to pamper you

And to make you not worry about what's out there,

In this small, decorated room

I laugh with you

'We are the same, staying in this beautiful room',

La la la, la la la la~ I sing to you

As if no one else can hear me

I sing for you and you alone

Because I love you with all my heart,

You can never say anything, but I know you live

You wonder, 'Why do we stay in here?'

Neither of us can leave,

For cruel people will hurt us,

But don't worry, my brother will protect us both~"

I sigh at the memories of Karen's death. She wrote that precise song for her beloved doll, Levania. I once visited Karen and heard her singing it. She told me that as long as I didn't tell anyone, she'd teach me the song. She taught Kenny too, but I've never personally heard him sing it. I asked him about it once, but he told me to forget about the song. Pah, as fucking if. It's my memento of Karen. Even now, even two centuries later, I know it all off by heart. I don't particularly like the lyrics, since it reminds me of how sad the last few years of Karen's life was, but I like the melody. I suppose Karen had hallucinations from all her fevers, because she believed her doll was alive, and that it sang with her. Karen was such a lovely singer. I just with that her lovely voice wasn't entirely devoted to that stupid doll of hers.

I shake my head out of my thoughts and grab a towel, turning off the water. Ok, I have to hurry now, PHILLIP IS IN TROUBLE! I quickly rummage through the chest of drawers in the bedroom, and find a yellow dress that's more or less suitable for the 18th century. I take out the golden bangles (for trapping fairies in human form) from the pocket of my old dress, and put them in my new dress. It's good to have a couple of 'em handy. I then skip to the bathroom and blow dry my hair, enjoying the sound since I haven't heard it in a while. Man, it's so useful to have electronics. I quickly tie my ribbons into my hair, smiling at myself in the mirror. Now, to find that dreaded first-aid kit. After much rummaging, I catch sight of it on top of the fridge. I resort to climbing onto the counter like a little kid to be able to reach it. I grasp the top of the metal box with my hand and pull it with all my might. This damn thing is heavy. It hits me on the head, but I ignore the pain. I need to fucking go; I've taken my time already. I quickly put on a new pair of cute, white, frilly socks, and my black shoes. I fish out a wad of American dollars from my bag and leave some of it in an envelope for the gas and shit. Bills, bills, bills, fuck 'em.

I leave dirty laundry and stuff I've used already behind, and put new clothes and supplies in my bag. I'll come back later to wash the dirty stuff, assuming that I remember. I rush out the door hurriedly, taking care that I lock it. I rip off my golden bangle and jump right off the second floor terrace, starting to fly to prevent myself from falling. Just a note: people may think that fairy's wings flap gracefully like a bird's or something; they fucking don't. They're like the wings of an insect. That's right, an insect. Moving so fast you can hardly see them. It's no wonder flying is so tiring. I scan the streets, reversing my journey to the apartment from McDonalds. I easily find the fast food restaurant. Fluttering down to the front of the place, look around, making sure no one is watching. I quickly go back into human form. The cashier stares when I stroll in reading the menu.

"Dewd… why da hell are you wearing dat?" I glare at the woman. I know her type. A fat, mean, stupid bitch who is so dumb that their only option is to work at McDonalds, where you make like four or five dollars an hour. God, what a cow I'm stuck with.

"I go to school."

"So?"

"There's this thing called school plays! But I guess you wouldn't know what that is, since I doubt you went to school yourself. You know, having to work at McDonalds and all…" The woman glares at me with her slimy, pursed lips, fuming. I smile sweetly. "I'll take six big macs, six cokes, six servings of fries, and two servings of nuggets. On the double, ma'am!"

"You need to pay for it first." I pretend to look confused.

"I'm sorry, is this not a restaurant? In restaurants, you pay after you get what you want. Gawd…" The woman gives me a dirty look and turns around, setting off to do her job. I take notice that there' s no one else working in the back.

"Pfufufu, I bet no one wanted to work with her fat ass." I smirk. The woman comes back with four bags.

"A little greedy, aren't ya?"

"Pah, right back atcha! Naw, this is for my friends. It's called doing a favour." I toss a bunch of money on the counter, not caring if it pays the food off or not. She can't sue me with how poor she is, so fuck it. I disappear into 1782 as soon as I step outside the McDonalds. I don't really care if people saw me this time. It's not like they're gonna tie me to a cross and try to burn me down, like those other dicks did. I flap my wings rapidly as the city fades into an old fashioned village. Thank God, the rapid wing flying slowed me down a little, so when I land, I actually land on my feet. I put everything down, huffing. Damn, flying is so fucking tiring! Stupid job, stupid Phillip running into the pole, stupid everything!

I start to stamp my feet angrily, but stop when I witness a girl appear out of nowhere; looking straight at me. Like the girl that crashed into Leopold earlier, she's wearing a black cloak and has red eyes. She has similar features to Damien as well; but not the same face. She's a different girl.

"Who the hell are you?" I ask angrily. Her calm face suddenly turns vicious, and she runs over and hits me in the face. It takes me right off my feet, and I crash onto the road in shock. Thank God the streets are quiet now, or else I would've been hit by a carriage, and that would have fucking hurt, fairy form or not. "What the fuck? I just asked a question." The girl suddenly travels so fast in front of me that it almost looks like she teleported.

"You'll have to do. Stay fucking still." She orders me, and I freeze. There's this hot, prickly feeling at the back of my neck where her hand now is. What is she doing? The prickly feeling turns into a tingle, and the tingle into a string, and the sting into a downright burn. When it gets too agonising to bear I suddenly comes to my senses and shriek angrily, pushing the girl away.

"Father will enjoy using the body of a cute little girl." I get the sarcasm in the girl's voice. The pain suddenly gets so unbearable that I'm brought to my knees.

"UWAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! ARRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream, clutching the back of my neck. It feels as if it's on fire.

The girl walks away, laughing like a maniac.

It eventually stops hurting so much. I open my eyes, staring at the empty road. Deciding there's not time to just lie here, I stand up, brush the tears away from my face and pick up my things. I think I'd better keep what happened to myself for now. It still hurts, but I'll have to play it off. As I stop outside of Tweek's house, I plaster a fake smile on my face. If Kenny or maybe even Craig notice what's on my neck (there has to be a goddamn marking if it was that agonising), they will flip the fuck out.

I slam open the back door, making Craig and Kenny jump. Ha, LOL! I run into the room quickly, dropping the McDonalds bags and the first-aid kit onto the table. I pretend to be my smug, arrogant self, though I'm really actually not in the mood to be a bitch right now.

"I'm back!" I announce self-righteously. My happy act vanishes when I see none of the humans are around. What. The. Fuck. What. The. Fuck!

"Where are the humans?" I ask, disappointed. Not that I hate Kenny or anythin'… I just hate Craig and Damien.

"They went to bwed. A loooooong thyme ago." Craig says, answering my question. I frown; he sounds a little drunk. Just a little.

"What!? Phillip's still injured! And I bought a shitload of McDonalds! You have any idea how much it cost?" I sigh, shaking my head pitifully, though I actually don't give a shit how much the food cost. "Honestly… you guys will have to eat it all." A searing shoot of pain much larger than the last few ones travels through my neck, reminding me of the mark. "Oh! And Kenny?"

"What's wrong?" Kenny looks up tiredly. I pull a golden bangle from the other day out of a pocket and happily give it to him.

"If something happens, use this, m'kay?" I give him a playful wink. He sure doesn't know what I mean, and that amuses me greatly. Good ol' Kenny, making me laugh with his idiocy. Naw, just kiddin', he's pretty damn smart.

"I'm not eating this." Damien states, frowning at the bags.

"What is it, Ruby?" Kenny asks.

"I said, it's McDonalds! Burgers, chips, coke, I even got nuggets!" I try to act defensive, though the pain is taking a toll on me. It's getting hotter and hotter, and hurting more and more. It's really freaking hard not to cringe.

"Yes, well-

Kenny gets interrupted by Tweek and Leopold's screams.

"Tweek!" Craig shoots up in alarm and starts to run to the stairs, but stops abruptly. He sprints Tweek's parents' bedroom door and leans against it, preventing them from opening it. How daring.

"Tweek? Tweek, is that you? Allow us out at once!" Tweek's mother says firmly from the other side of the door.

"It's not Tweek, ma'am! It's… Robert! I'm sawry for the racket, but Leopold, Tweek and Phillip seam to be having sum nightmayres, but we shall take cawre off it!" Craig gestures upstairs to Kenny with his eyes. "Pleese, go bayck to sleep!"

"Robert, are you drunk?!"

"Naw, ma'am!" Kenny shakes his head in wonder and starts to go up the stairs. I follow closely. Kenny slams a door (where I assume Leopold and maybe Tweek must be sleeping) and we both see a hooded 'Nightmare' fairy standing over the two humans. He steps away from them when he takes notice of us.

"Who in the hell are you!?" Kenny growls, pissed off.

"What happinned!?" Craig asks frantically, running into us. Kenny and I both crash to the floor. Craig immediately apologizes and helps us up.

"You fuckin' blind?" I ask, glaring. The mark on my neck is still hurting immensely, though not as bad as before. But what's changed amazingly is the temperature. It's so hot, like a billion fevers put together.

"Nowe! I just dint realise you too were both standin' riyet there!"

"Oh, just shut up, you achoholic!" I snap.

"Why yuwe-

"Damn it! He ran away!" Kenny shrieks angrily; he quickly wavers when he sees the quivering Leopold. "Are you alright?" He asks him gently.

"I'm fine, but… that was the scariest nightmare I've ever had." I frown when seeing Craig go over to Tweek. I'm all alone now… ALL FUCKING ALONE! AND NO ONE CARES! FOR ALL THEY CARE, I'M THE DELIVERY GIRL THAT GETS THEM FIRST-AID KITS AND SHIT!

I stop my inner rambling, astonished at myself. What was that? Why was I suddenly so furious? Of course they care for me, they're just busy helping each other… what's wrong with me?

Why do I feel…?

I suddenly lose my sight. All I see is pure darkness. I hear nothing, feel nothing, smell nothing, taste nothing. But then, like the fires from hell, I see small flames starting to brew in the distance. Then, they start to get bigger, get closer, to the point where I start to feel the heat on my face. The fear is settling in my stomach; the kind of fear you'd feel after falling from a great height, the fear you'd feel when a knife wielding stranger holds up his weapon, ready to stab you… the kind of fear I felt when I heard the deafening click as a soldier pulled the trigger of the gun next to my head.

The flames make a form of the thing I'd never want to see. The devil. He looks ready to consume my tortured soul any second. My eyes, they burn, as if the fiery colour red is being carved into them.

He's coming, HE'S COMING! HELP, HE'S COM-

"Ruby? Are you alright?" The flames go out at the sound of Kenny's voice. I turn my head to Kenny, though not willingly.

What's happening? I can't fucking move!

"Craig… you called me a coward last time this happened," I suddenly say, unable to stop myself. "Well, NOT THIS TIME! I'M NOT A COWARD!" I unwillingly bend down and pull my baseball bat out of my bag. I inwardly gasp. "It's a good thing I brought my motherfuckin' baseball bat!" With that, my body automatically turns around and jumps out of the window.

"RUBY!" I hit the ground running, and I hear Kenny land not long after me.

Dear God Kenny, stop me before I do something terrible!

"Ruby, what are you doing!?" Kenny frantically asks, struggling to keep up with the speed my legs are travelling. I've never ran this fast.

"I'M GONNA TEACH THAT FAIRY A FUCKING LESSON!" I shout, glaring straight ahead, though inside I'm almost crying. I see the 'Nightmare' fairy ahead and inwardly brace myself. Shit's gonna hit the fan. "THERE HE IS! OH NO, NO WAY IS HE FLYING AWAY!" I jump up and fly behind the 'Nightmare' fairy, who's just taken off in an attempt to get away. I injure his wing with my bat, and he goes crashing to the ground. I land right on my feet, chuckling evilly.

"You're fucked." I reluctantly say, smirking down at him. The fire suddenly comes back, and I scream as loud as I possibly can. But it falls on death ears. Kenny just turns away as my arms spontaneously rise up and bring the bat down on the injured fairy. Unable to bear the fact that I'm hurting someone like this, I start to claw at the flames around me. It works for a few seconds. I weaken my arm enough for Kenny to grab it. One less swing for the poor 'Nightmare' fairy. I stare ahead, stricken. Have I managed to regain control of my body?

"Stop it, Ruby! What's happened to you?" Kenny scolds me, looking slightly afraid. I burst into tears from the trauma. This is all too much. The 'fire' takes advantage of my weakness and once again consumes my inner self.

"I just wanted to make him proud of me! I wanted Craig to praise me!" It makes me say.

I'm not crying because of that! Kenny, don't listen to me, PLEASE!

"Have you gone insane? How can he be proud of this? Somebody such as Damien could be proud of it, but not Craig!" He yells angrily, trying to get me to drop the bat. I've gotten to strong now for a mere fairy to move my arms.

"What would you know…?" I say in a barely audible voice. "YOU CAN'T EVEN GET YOUR FUCKING HUMAN TO LIKE YOU!" I innerly gasp.

How can this thing make me say something so fucking cruel!? Kenny, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry…

I shove Kenny away to the ground. The pain in my eyes has come back, and it's excruciating. In my subconscious, I scream in agony, clutching my eyes with my hands. I pull them back and see red streaking my palms, which makes me scream more. My eyes are bleeding. I lower the bat and step towards Kenny, almost stumbling. I glare down at Kenny, the feeling in my eyes unimaginably painful. I smirk and lift the bat up, preparing to strike Kenny.

NO!

Kenny dodges the bat right before I hit him, quickly standing up and stumbling away from me. I grit my teeth in feigned frustration and put the bat up again, turning around to face him. By now, my inner is fighting furiously with whatever that fire is, so it's distracted a little. That's probably why I'm not being made to say anything.

But that doesn't mean I have control of my body back.

I'm forced to lunge at Kenny, but he thankfully dodges once again. As I'm still lunging, he quickly grabs my wrist and clamps on the golden bangle. He manages to separate me from the bat.

Yes, Kenny! You've done it!

I grin inwardly, but suddenly, the fire becomes larger, and I hear a demonic roar so loud that it shakes my body. What Kenny just did obviously angered it. I lose control of both my voice and my body, and start to claw at Kenny, shrieking like crazy. I eventually see him knee me in the stomach.

The next thing I know, I open my eyes and see Leopold kneeling there, next to Kenny. I inwardly scream.

NO! DON'T HURT HIM!

But alas, my body shoots up and tries to attack him, but Kenny restrains me in the nick of time. I angrily lash about, trying to kick him. Leopold sees Kenny is struggling and takes hold of one of my arms. They start to pull me away from the scene.

I've managed to innerly fight back enough to regain my voice and partly my body by the time we get back to Tweek's house. I cannot move, but the demon (or whatever it is) can't either.

Leopold trips on a floor board, and Kenny helps him up. As they hold hands, I watch as they stare at each other for a few seconds. It's like they're communicating without even talking.

"It's alright. I know." Leopold says. HA, I WAS RIGHT!

Damien peeks around from the kitchen doorway, and freezes when he sees me. He runs over and holds my chin up, gazing into my eyes. I try to show my desperation through them, but he sees nothing. He my head sideways, and then to the other side, examining me like a sick person.

"Sit her down. Quickly." He suddenly commands, looking troubled. They drag me over to the kitchen, and Leopold sits me down onto the table. I look around anxiously, afraid of what's going to happen, but to them, I'm probably like a zombie right now.

"Shit, she needs to be cleansed." Damien says to himself.

"Wh-What's wrong with her?" Tweek asks, looking afraid.

"Someone put a spell on her, and my father has possessed her."

Satan possessed me!? Holy shit, that's what this fire is!

I continue fighting back at the fire that is the devil, stomping on it furiously.

"Why is she like this, then? Until a few minutes ago, she was lashing out at all of us!" Leopold says.

"It seems she's trying to internally fight back. That's what's stopping Satan from trying to kill you all. There should be a marking somewhere."

My neck! The back of my neck!

Kenny bends my head down, luckily seeing the mark after brushing some loose strands of hair out of the way. He gasps when he sees it, making everyone gets curious and crowd around me.

"It says 'wrath'. Not surprising, since my father is associated with that sin." Damien notes. "Kenneth, dispose of it." I stare at the floor, internally quivering as I continue trying to fight back to Satan. I wonder if this is going to hurt. "You're the purest one out of us all. The opposite of this spell. Just take out your cross and put it on the mark. That's all you need to do." I hear Kenny pull his cross out of his sleeve. I feel him place the tip on my neck, and it feels amazingly cold compared to the temperature of that mark. I can't describe the relieving feeling that consumes me when the mark fades away. The fire goes out, and I feel like my outer and inner bodies are connected properly again.

Kenny lifts up my head and stares into my eyes. The pain in them has vanished, so I'm assuming they've gone back to normal. I blink to test the theory out, and find no pain occurring when I move them. I hold my trembling hand up in front of me, and sigh gratefully at the virtue that my body has gone back to normal.

"You alright?" Craig asks, pretending not to care.

"I'm good, I'm good." I say, hopping off the table. I try to take one step and fall flat on my face. I hear Damien snicker. Leopold leaves Kenny and comes to my rescue, putting his arms around my shoulders and hauling me up.

"What happened? Are you-

"Yes, I'm fine. Just a little weak."

"I beg your pardon? I cannot hear a word you're…" I frown and repeat myself, trying to be a little louder. A pain shoots up my throat; I clamp my hand over my mouth and start coughing hysterically. Everyone watches me. After I've finished, Leopold blinks at me, concerned.

"Are you internally bleeding?" I shake my head at the absurd question. I pull my hand away from my mouth and see it has flecks of fresh blood on it. Leopold looks like he's seen his first horror movie. I had the same face after watching The Shining and It. Well, I've seen scarier shit, but still, they were my first horror movies, and… and I'm getting off track.

"It seems I've lost my voice a bit from shouting while I was possessed. Don't worry." I say quietly.

"But Ruby, you've coughed up blood!"

"Yeah, well, I shouted pretty damn loud during my possession."

"Were you conscious during the time you were possessed?" Craig asked.

"Uh… yeah. Yeah, I was. I saw everything."

"That's normal, Craig. It's meant to torture the victim, having to watch everything they're doing." Damien states. I frown. Damn, all the paranormal movies have got it wrong! When you're possessed, you don't forget about it! Dumbasses.

"Ruby," I look at Damien. "Who put that mark on your neck?"

"Heh, who d'ya think? A hooded girl with red eyes. She didn't have the same face as you, but she was one of 'em, no doubt. She-

I suddenly feel immensely sick. I quickly stand up and stagger over to the table, where the untouched McDonald's bags still sit. I empty the contents out of one just in time. Everyone watches as I puke into the bag.

"She fucking did this to me. I can barely speak, and now…" I cut myself off and puke again. Damien watches me pitifully. I stop puking and glare. "I asked her who she was, and, as fucking fast as lightning, she sped over and slapped me in the face. Then she grabbed my neck and put the mark on it. And I'll tell ya, it burnt!"

"You've gotten ill from it." Damien observes, looking as if he's trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, I have. But whatever, I'll just change into fairy form, and I'll be fin-

"NO! Don't do that!" Kenny yells, standing up and coming over to me. Whenever there's something medical involved, he tends to spring into action, whether it's his business or not. I refuse to look him in the eye. What I did and said to him, even unwillingly, was unforgivable.

"Why not?"

"Because whenever you need to change back into human form, you'll still be sick."

"Then heal me."

"I don't think that would be safe. We don't know what could happen with the sudden changes."

"Really? 'Cause I thought you just healed me and I'd be fucking fine!" I snap, immediately regretting it when I finally look into Kenny's eyes. He looks the most bummed I've ever seen him. I see Leopold next to him, looking uncomfortable. I remember the cruel words that came out of my very own mouth:

YOU CAN'T EVEN GET YOUR FUCKING HUMAN TO LIKE YOU!

"Kenny, I…" I'm not going to act like it didn't say those things. 'Cause deep down in my dark, unforgivable heart; I know I was thinking them. I would just never be harsh enough to voice them. "I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry. I was wrong to think that, I was so very wrong," I tell him quietly, unable to speak very loud due to the soreness in my throat. Kenny shakes his head, as if it doesn't matter, but it does. It matters so very much.

I leap forward and grab Leopold by the collar, pointing to his and Kenny's red chain.

"You see that red chain? Ya see it?" I hiss at him. He nods shakily. "Tweek and Craig's chain is glowing. Yours fucking isn't. Can you guess why? I'll give ya a hint; red chains represent 'love'."

"…"

"It's because the feeling isn't mutual. Craig and Tweek mutually love each other. You and Kenny don't. So put in an effort, and make it happen. Kenny has been waiting for you for two hundred years, and this is what he gets. Be damn considerate."

"Ruby, it isn't his fault. He has psychological dama-

"It is his fault. How he treats you is his decision. You know that. This isn't about him, it's about you." I tell Kenny sternly.

Phillip suddenly comes wondering down the stairs, rubbing his eyes. He's fully dressed.

"Why are you fully dressed?" Leopold asks.

"It's morning… and I heard commotion downstairs so I got up early and came to look." We all look out the back window and see, it is indeed, morning. Barely. "What's going on?"

We all sigh.

I spring into a fake happy mood. "Nothin'. Nothin' in particular happened. And Phillip, I got you a first-aid kit! You need a band aid, I mean look at the blood on your face!" Phillip nods slowly, deciding not to argue with me. Smart boy. I stand up and go over to the table, opening the box. I take some disinfectant spray out.

"What on earth is that?" Phillip asks, beginning to look nervous. Leopold comes over and sits next to him, followed by a clingy-looking Kenny.

"It's disinfectant spray. We don't want the cut to get all infected now, do we? Oh, damn. The cut on your cheek hasn't healed either. I'll need to disinfect that too."

"Wouldn't it be easier if I just healed his cuts?"

"What, and then all my trouble of going to New York goes to waste? I don't think so. Now, Phillip, this is gonna sting. Jus' a lil' bit." I hold up Phillip's fringe and spray the disinfectant onto his forehead. He hisses in pain, staring at me with wide eyes.

"It's ok. The sting means it's working." I repeat the same thing with the cut on his cheek, but he stays silent this time. Is he scared of me or somethin'?

"There. All good. Now let's put the band aid on your forehead. Your fringe can cover it, so no one will notice. I'll take it off in a few days, ok?" Phillip nods, looking awkward. I guess he isn't used to people doing things for him like this. Damien suddenly gets up, grabs his precious paper bag, and storms out of the door. We all stare at the hanging door; then Phillip suddenly goes after him. Aw, how sweet.

~Damien's P.O.V~

Alright, it's time. It's morning, and that damn library better be fucking open. If it's not, some shit is going to happen. I'm not in the best of moods, I tell you. Having to carry Phillip to Tweek's home, then wait for him to wake up, then watch Craig and Kenny being fools, and then there was all that 'Ruby getting possessed commotion. God, worst night ever. All I wanted was some goddamn chocolate!

…And now my day's starting to worsen.

"I know you're there." I say, without even turning around. Phillip creeps out from behind his 'hiding place' (a lamppost) and walks to my side shyly.

"How did you know?"

"I'm not a fool. What do you want?"

"I feel lonely without you. I like being around you better than being with all of them. I feel left out."

"Well that is not my problem. Did I not tell you to stay away from me? Don't take the fact that I don't want you to die as proof that I like you. Because I don't."

"Then why did you call me your wife?"

"…Figure it out yourself. Ask Craig's sister, she should understand why." I see Christophe standing on the other side of the road (obviously waiting for me), and frown at him. What does he want?

"Phillip. You've greatly caused me trouble. Atone by going to that chocolate shop and buying me some of those little bite sized, cream filled chocolates." I shove a bunch of money to Phillip's chest. "On the double then!" Phillip runs off, looking determined.

I sigh, shaking my head at his stupidity. Such a gullible brat. I walk across the street to Christophe, minding the fact that there are many humans around, setting up their stalls and shops for the day. Or going to work.

"What is it? What's with that smirk on your face?"

"Heh, zu steel haven't keeled him?"

"I don't plan kill him. Not anymore."

"Vhy not?"

"Because I don't want to go back to hell."

"Nize exquse. Vat's the reel reason?"

"That is the real reason." I snap, though Christophe glares at me, seeing right through my lie. I glare back. Christophe slowly looks away, though not without a 'fuck yew' under his breath.

"Yore 'vife', hmm?" He says after a while, smirking.

"Yes, my fucking wife."

"How za hell is he yore vife?"

"If you don't know the answer with your own knowledge, then you don't deserve to know at all."

"Vair enuff. Does he know he'z yore 'vife'?"

"He knows, but he doesn't understand the meaning of it."

"Yore partner iz jhust a child, after all." Christophe comments, finally deciding to leave. I watch him walk away, shaking his head. Is he right? Phillip doesn't understand things I tell him, because he's still a child?

I shake my head and turn around, continuing my way to the library. I need to know why that girl had my face. Is she possibly a dead ancestor? Or descendant? She has to be related to me, somehow. I find the library and go in, regardless of whether it's open or not. I've gotten too determined. I have to know today. I find books on Romans, and pick out one that says 'The Romans That Have Gone Down in History'.

I flick through it, and, sure enough, find an old portrait of my father, my mother, and me. I look about ten years old. I read through the content and see that it says I died from being stabbed, not poisoned. Fools. But what really shocks me, is that then I turn onto the next page, I see portraits of two girls that have my face. Or more correctly, my mother's face. They look the same.

No doubt, the girl that Phillip, Leopold, Ruby and I encountered in the street is one of the girls here.

I narrow my eyes and read the details about them. They were daughters of my mother and father, making them my biological sisters. It says they were twins. They must have been born after I died. I remember the girl I saw saying she was born sixteen years after me. So one year after my death. It's no wonder I didn't know about them.

"What are you reading?" Phillip asks, popping his head out from behind me. I jump, slamming the book shut. This child doesn't need to know any of this. It will only cause confusion and problems. I remember the chocolate, and frown when I see nothing in his hands. He jumps when my arm suddenly snakes out, grabs his arm, turns him around, and restrains him by wrapping it round his neck. He flinches when my other hand starts to feel through his pocket.

"AH! Wh-What are you doing?" I 'tch' when I don't feel anything in his pockets, and exhale into his shoulder. I decide to ask him telepathically, and take my hand out of his pocket and hold his hand.

Where the fuck is the chocolate I asked you to buy?

"I-It's in here." He quickly reaches into his waistcoat pocket and pulls out a little paper parcel. I snatch it away and finally release him. He drops to his knees, huffing. I notice the dark blush on his face, and leer at him knowingly. I put a hand on his trembling shoulder, and crouch down next to him. "Aren't you an innocent little thing? Getting excited over such a small matter?"

"I-It's not that at all, you just shocked me…" I frown, unable to tell if he's fibbing or not, and stand up. I pull Phillip up with me.

"How did you find me?" Phillip looks at our chains, and I mentally slap myself. I've got to remember, no matter where I am, this boy will find me.

"What were you reading? I saw portraits of girls that looked the same as you…" I step back and allow Phillip to flick through the book. He gasps when he sees my apparent sisters. "They… I've seen them."

"Yes, one of them was the one we saw last night." I roll my eyes at his horrified expression.

"No… I've seen both of them!"

"Oh yes. You did mention that. So these are the ones you first saw?"

"Yes. here's the proud one, and I don't know how this one should be described." I raise ann eyebrow and look at the page carefully, trying to spot a difference between the two girls. They look exactly the same, almost as if they're clones of each other. Same loose hair, same eye colour, same faces, same height, same shaped fringes, same everything…

"How did you spot the difference between them?"

"You can tell by their eyes. See, this one looks confident and proud, and this one looks unhappy and selfish." I lean closer to the page, trying to see what Phillip is seeing.

"I see nothing."

"Well, it's there. These two… they were your sisters?"

"Supposedly."

"I cannot help but wonder, who were those other girls I saw?"

"I don't know. They aren't related to me."

"Hmm, I wonder how many of them there are." A theory strikes me. It can't be…

"Phillip, tell me what they're called again. The girls you've seen."

"Oh! Um, the proud one, the lazy one, the hungry one, and the selfish one."

"Hmm… and the one Ruby mentioned to me. Anger; wrath, proud; pride, lazy; sloth, hungry; gluttony, selfish; greed." It seems that I'm correct.

"What are you talking about?"

"There are seven of them. There are seven red eyed girls."