Epilogue

Attie's Parents

Attie was a fourteen year old girl living in Chicago suburbia. She had good grades and a happy home life. Her mother, who was just as beautiful as ever, was the most easygoing of all the parents that lived in that area.

Attie's name was shortened for Athena, an ancient Greek Goddess that her mother was obsessed with. She had long curly, golden locks with deep brown eyes. Her skin was as pale as her mother's and she had her mother's facial structure and build, though her mother did assure her the hair and eyes came from her father, whom she didn't like to talk about.

One day Attie had been walking to school in her Halloween attire. She sported a white skirt with a white bodice and peasant top. She looked like a princess, apart from the combat boots she never took off.

A man caught her attention. He couldn't have been much older than she was, but he was looking at her, not like she was used to either. Instead of appreciating her curves like the boys at school, he looked, proud... She was confused but ignored it and continued to school.

Gabby Mitchell stared at the door with a glass of wine in her hand. When it burst open she wasn't surprised, and to prove it, she took a sip of her Blackberry Merlot. "Hello Stanton," she said calmly as ever.

His eyes were angry and he stormed inside. "How could you have not even told me, you could have written or something!"

Gabby smirked. "So, you've seen her then?"

"Yes. She's beautiful."

"I know, we do good work together."

"I wish I'd known I had a daughter Gabby," he said, slightly resentful.

"You would've disrupted her life. Now it's time for her to find things out and she's led a somewhat normal existence up until now." Gabby finished her glass. "Would you like something to drink?"

Stanton sat down. "Yes please."

She returned with a bottle of beer and the rest of the Blackberry Merlot. "Pick your poison," she said. He reached for the beer and she took a swig from the bottle of Merlot. Then she returned to her position on the couch.

"How old is she?"

"She turned fourteen two days ago."

He grinned. "An all Hallows Eave birthday?"

Gabby smirked wickedly, "I know, it's amazingly enticing."

"So, tell me more about how you two have made it this far undetected."

She put the Merlot down. "As you know, despite your immortality and youth, you still age with each birthday. On my seventeenth I still received my choice and I chose to get off the radar and keep my memories and powers. She's not on the radar until now, so we were fine. I still had my ID so that was no trouble, add that to my telepathy and we had it made. I still don't pay rent or utilities."

He had moved to sit next to her. "I missed you, you know."

"I know Stanton," she snuggled into him as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "I missed you too."

He kissed her temple and she looked up. He whispered, "Come back to me Gabby, please."

"Of course, now that she's safe and my life's dull, I don't have any cares either way."

With that she returned to the Atrox.

Attie returned home after school in high spirits. "Mom," she called and heard giggling from the bedroom that was her mother's. Their apartment was rather large, considering it wasn't city local. So there were three bedrooms a spacious living room and even an eating kitchen with an adjoining dining room, add in the two bathrooms and it might as well have been a one story house.

She walked to the closed bedroom door. "Mom," she called. "I'm home!"

Her mother whispered, "Stop it you beast! She's home, don't you even want to talk to her now?"

Attie heard a male voice respond, "Of course I want to see my baby girl!" The door opened and Attie breathed in.

Standing before her was the same man she'd seen from that morning. "You're my..."

Stanton nodded. "I'm your father."

Gabby came into view. "He's finally here and we're getting back together Attie. You'll be on your own."

Something was different about her mother. She couldn't place it. "What do you mean?" She saw her eyes were darker, meaner even.

Gabby sighed. "You've met someone who's told you that you're the Ultimate Daughter of the Moon right?"

Attie's eyes darkened now. "Yes, what about it?"

Her mother smirked. "Well, I'm the Daughter of Athena and your father here," she kissed his cheek and he grinned, "This sexy man is Prince of the Night for the Atrox. I'm returning to the Atrox and you can either come with us and be evil, or well, honey we'll be fighting you."

Attie didn't like this one bit. "No, you will not fight me." She knew then that her mother was immortal, and that she had to destroy her before it was too late.

Later, as Attie walked from the apartment, the blood of her parents staining her once spotless white princess costume to make her look like some freak (though she blended in well with the children who were trick-or-treating since it was now the weekend) she reflected on what had happened.

The battle had been quick, she was more powerful. And despite their immortality, she was able to sever their heads and incinerate their bodies, leaving them for dead. She sighed contentedly, now no one stood in her way to overthrow the Atrox and become the new leader of evil.

A/N- This is my only author's note for this fanfic. And I just wanted to say that I'd planned for this entire thing to end like this. Stanton and Gabby have been murdered by their own daughter who plans to become the new Atrox, fun isn't it?

Eirwen Lai