Everything around somehow calmed down. The sinister atmosphere disappeared with all the banshees getting their rest. Michendros looked at the skeleton of Scarlett lying on the ground and then at Stolos.

"Would you like to take her home?" Stolos asked Michendros' question.

"Yes, of course," Robert said.

"Would you mind an urn?" Michendros asked and lowered himself to the skeleton.

"No, urn is fine."

Michendros nodded and touched the skull with his talons, making the remains ash. Suddenly, the typical apple ringtone loudly rang and made everyone look around for its source. Lydia looked at Michendros and said: "It's you? Where the hell do you keep a phone in that outfit of yours?"

Michendros didn't look up from his work and used his other hand to pat around his thighs. "Good question," Michendros admitted. When he finally drew out his phone from somewhere underneath his tunic, he looked at it and threw it at Stolos.

"It's your vamp," he said and finished creating a small white urn with Scarlett's name carved into it and handed it to Mr. Martin. Meanwhile Stolos picked up the call, speaking French.

Michendros quickly changed back into his human appearence and crossed his hands on his chest, watching Stolos.

"Why do they speak French?" Lydia asked, recognizing the language from her small vocabulary she had memorized at high school.

"They always do that, it's their thing kind of," Michendros explained.

"Their thing is to speak French?" Lydia asked, finding it peculiar.

"Yeah... Stolos taught him when Credence was just a boy and they used to talk in French so the English wouldn't understand them."

"The English?" Lydia asked again.

"Yeah, Credence is originally British... wait a minute," Michendros raised a finger to stop her from asking and focused more on the conversation Stolos was having.

"What does he mean that Thomas is not replying to any texts? I got some replies from him," Michendros said to Stolos.

"Supposedly they aren't from him," Stolos answered.

"Says who?"

"Says Allison. Catch," Stolos said and threw his brother the phone back.

"Tell me what's happening," Michendros urged and Credence switched to English. "Allison thinks something is wrong. The texts she's received don't sound like Thomas."

"No?"

"Shouldn't you know?"

"I- I am not some message analyst, Credence... Also, I don't know him that well."

"Doesn't matter, could you come? She's worried sick."

"Of course," Michendros said and canceled the call.

"What's happening?" Lydia looked at Michendros and then Stolos for an answer.

"Seems like Tommy might be in trouble," Michendros said.

"God, that annoying coven of theirs. Why are they stirring up trouble all the time," Stolos sighed in annoyance and came closer to them.

"First, we take them home, then Credence, alright?" Stolos asked Michendros who nodded. Only Stolos was able now take them to both destinations, being the one who took them there and being the one having a personal connection to Credence. At first they popped back up at the meadow where Stolos found the ties to get them back to Mr. Martin's garden.

"Is it okay if I stay?" Lydia asked, glancing at her father who probably needed to talk with somebody about everything.

"Sure," Stolos smiled at her, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek, and added: "Call me if anything happens, okay?"

"Uhuh, I will."

Allison was pacing back and forth in the living room of Credence's house.

"Where are they?" Allison said nervously. "Aren't they supposed to be almighty or something?"

"They have their limits, too, Allison," Credence said and walked over to her. He put his hands on her shoulders to make her stop walking around erraticaly.

"Everything's gonna be alright, okay?" Credence said.

"We're here, sorry for the delay, we had to get here from Scotland," Stolos apologized and sat down in an armchair that stood besides him. Michendros approached the two, his eyes directed at Allison.

"And we looked into the caves, they cleared that out totally. Nobody's there," Michendros informed them. "Do you have something that bel-"

"I already asked that. No, she doesn't," Credence answered for her.

"Credence said that my blood could help," Allison said and offered him her wrist.

"We made a small blood spell when we were looking for you and it worked. It was based on Thomas' type of power - that's how we found him," Stolos said from behind them.

"Let's do that," Michendros decided.

They began the spell Stolos remembered from before and tried to find Allison's cousin with that, however none of the three supernatural beings could sense Thomas out.

"What's wrong? Why can't we sense him?" Michendros asked in frustration.

"I don't know. It's like if his magic is blocked. Didn't you say you unblocked it for him?" Stolos asked.

"I did!"

"Wait, I think I might know why you can't find him," Allison suddenly said, receiving immediate attention from the three men. "I remember aunt talking about some cuffs... there are supposed to be magic suppressing or something."

"Where did she get such a valuable magical item?" Credence wondered. Allison shrugged and said: "I only know that when I asked to see them, she laughed me off that I don't need them anyway, that I suppressed my magic all by my own."

"She really sounds like a mean old hag, huh?" Stolos leaned back on the armchair while his brother and Credence were sitting on the floor by the tea table which was covered in blood now.

Michendros waved over the table, making the blood vanish and leaned on it, thinking.

"Try my blood then?" Allison offered again, pulling her sleeve up to reveal her wrist.

"I don't know... try it Mich, I guess, but Allison being just a cousin, it could make us go in a totally different direction," Stolos said.

"I know," Michendros said quietly, putting his hands on his head.

"Can't you use some spirits then?" Credence suggested.

"Spirits?" Michendros' head shot up, thinking about Credence's words.

"Yeah, like they should be connected to some spiritual tides or something. I am not an expert, though, you are," Credence said and looked at the two brothers.

"It could work," Stolos admitted.

"Let's give it a shot. I need some spacious place, you guys," Michendros said.

"How is this happening to me?" Thomas asked himself while sitting in the back of the car, handcuffed.

He really didn't think that Dennis would spill his beans so fast to his mother and that she would immediately take these measures. The moment he arrived, two men jumped him and put the cuffs on him. Since then, he was treated as a traitor. And he couldn't do a single thing.

"Who's this Allison who keeps texting you?" his mother asked, sitting next to the driver and going through his phone.

"My fucking cousin," he uttered through his teeth, angrily.

"Don't swear. I always told you not to swear. You have such a bad habits. Like your father. Disgusting really. At least you've given up smoking," she said and started typing something into his phone.

"Wait," she stopped, "why are you talking such nonsense, you don't have a cousin called Allison," she realized.

"I would die for a cigarette right now," Thomas sighed and rolled his eyes.

"Oh, be careful what you wish for," his mother said, smiling.

The car stopped after about an hour long ride. The sun was setting. Thomas looked at the orange sun, remembering his day with Michendros.

I am actually sorry that I won't see you again, Thomas thought. Someone opened the side door and pulled him out of the car. It was Dennis.

"What are you gonna fucking do with me, hm? Crucify me?" Thomas yelled at Dennis's face who punched him in the nose as an answer. Thomas fell to the ground. He didn't have much strength left in him. They already beat him heavily up when they were trying to put the cuffs on his wrists. His body ached in pain, feeling blood on his tounge.

"Don't worry, pumpkin, you'll get what all the traitors got. That's what you deserve," his mother said with a serious tone, throwing his phone behind her, "You won't be needed that anymore."

She really sounds crazy when I am thinking about it, Thomas thought and slowly got up on his feet.

He looked around, noticing five men including Dennis and two other women who seemed to be preparing a bonfire.

So, it's death by fire, he thought. Suddenly, he felt an urge to survive this and began running towards the car, however before he reached the door, something sharp cut through his calfs.

Fucking arrows, Thomas sweared in his head, his legs failing him and letting him fall to the ground.

"Break them, so he won't try that again," his mother said to Dennis who didn't hesitate long and picked up a large rock which he used to smash Thomas' legs.

Thomas screamed in agony, almost faiting from the pain. When Dennis was done with his deed, he grabbed him by the arms and dragged him to the edge of the mountain.

"Fuck you, Dennis," Thomas got out of himself. Dennis almost reached for another punch, but Thomas' mother stopped him.

"Don't, I want him to be conscious during the fall."

Fall? Thomas wondered in his mind. His vision was blurry from all the tears and pain, but he at least noticed that it was already dark outside.

"Gather up, my trusted followers," his mother cried out, "look at him, such a pitiful boy. He was supposed to be our prodigy, however he fell for the snake's lies and became his servant. We won't tolerate such weakness, such betrayal. He shall fall like others have who chose to betray us!"

The men and the women started to scream and to boo Thomas out for being a traitor of the coven. Thomas didn't hear well, anymore. He was too exhausted.

I really want to smoke, he thought and felt someone kicking him into his stomach. He spit out a bountiful amount of blood and started coughing, trying to get on his knees. After the last kick, though, he didn't feel anything underneath him. He was falling off the cliff.