Hey! Thanks to everyone who's favourited and followed so far as well as reviewed! Hope you enjoy this chapter - warning, this is where it starts to get dark.

Warning: Descriptions of death.

See chapter one for the disclaimer and let's crack on!

"And yeah, then I decided, why not have an adventure? I've spent so much time at home recently, I just wanted to see the world, ya know?" Andres was saying as he and Mirabel walked through the town, arm in arm.

She laughed. "It sounds amazing."

He smiled at her. "You ever thought about leaving this place?"

"No." She said, immediately. "Not with the family and everything. I couldn't."

Andres shrugged. "Suit yourself." They walked a few more minutes together, then Andres asked, as casually as he could. "So...just so we're clear...I did see your sister holding two donkeys as if they were apples, right? And your mother feeding people food that healed them instantly?"

Mirabel gave a wide smile and shrugged. "That's my family."

The excitement in Andres's stomach threatened to bubble over as he said. "Y-y-you're the people? The people with the magic powers? The ones that are in the legends!?"

Mirabel suddenly looked guarded and Andres realised perhaps he'd been a little TO excited. However, much to his surprise, she asked. "What legends?"

He looked at her like she had two heads. "Wha- you mean you don't know?" She shook her head.

Andres went to speak but stuttered a little so just gave up and put his rucksack on the ground and started pulling stuff out of it.

"Hey! What are you doing!?" Mirabel exclaimed.

Andres didn't hear her as he pulled nearly everything out of his rucksack, with a callous. "Junk, junk, junk -ah!" The papers spilled out of his hand onto the ground and, swearing slightly under his breath because he was making such an idiot of himself in front of this girl, he hurriedly gathered them up again.

He'd missed one however, as he realised when Mirabel started reading from it. "June 1996?"

"Th-that's the second one." Andres explained, as he scrambled to his feet. "The first is from February 1991 - there's only three people with powers mentioned there - then there's that one, then there's a massive gap until December 2008, then an slightly smaller gap 'till July 2014 - - and then the last one is from May 2018. There's a lot of differences and contradiction in them, but the main thing all of them except the 1996 one mention is the powers of some sort. Which is why I came here, you see, I wanted to see if it was true."

Mirabel seemed overwhelmed, stroking the papers as if they were gold dust.

"Mirabel?"

She jerked back to reality, looking at it as if seeing him for the very first time. "So that's what you're doing here? Writing notes?" She indicated his notebook, lying innocently on the floor. "You're spying on us!?" There was a tremor in her voice that Andres didn't like.

"Not spying!" He assured her, hastily. "Just research, I-I'm just being nosy, that's all."

"Nosy!?"

"Er, fisgón, so, yeah. Nothing to do with you personally, you see. Look-" He said, desperate not to let this opportunity slip by. "-If you don't want me to write about you and your family then I won't okay? I promise?"

She looked at him, eyebrows furrowing. "Prometer*?"

"Prometer?" He put his hand over his heart to show he meant it.

After a few seconds tense silence Mirabel relaxed and smiled gently. "Okay, let's carry on then."

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The walk to the casita was only a few more minutes but when Andres saw it he couldn't stop a gasp escaping. So many...coulours! Pink, purple, green...there were even a group of flowers growing around one of the windows!

"Are you coning in or are you just going to stand there?" Mirabel asked, a touch mischievously.

Blinking himself back to reality Andres followed her in. As soon as he got through the door the floor literally moved under his feet and sent him spiralling across to the bottom of the staircase. Not expecting it he couldn't help screaming.

Mirabel was laughing as she was also brought over by the floor. "It's okay!" She said, clutching his arm. "The house is magic as well, everything moves, but it won't hurt you! I promise!"

Getting his breath back, Andres nodded slowly. "Okay, okay..."

Just then there was an irritated shout from another women. "Mirabel, what's with all the noise!?"

"Isa!" Mirabel grabbed the bottom of the bannister and spun round on it so she was facing the top of the stairs. "We have a guest! Isa's my sister." She added to Andres, lowering her voice a little.

Andres nodded - the third daughter then - and looked up. His mouth dropped open. This women...was a goddess! Long black hair down to her waist and chocolate-brown eyes, she stood elegantly at the top of the stairs looking as if she had just descended from heaven.

Unfortunately her first words weren't so heavenly. "What do you want?" She asked Andres.

"Just...exploring." Andres said, with what he hoped was a placating smile.

Isa's eyes narrowed. "Nice try." She said, descending down the stairs. "But people don't just come here, exploring. They come here for a purpose so what I want to know is-" Reaching the bottom of the stairs she flicked her hair back and a puff of flowers exploded near her hair. "-what are you doing here?" She demanded, standing about a foot away from him.

Andres felt the excitement in his chest again and, lifting a slightly shaking hand, said, in a strange high-pitched voice. "Y-y-you have f-f-flowers coming out of your hair."

Isa looked at him like he'd just stated she had eyes. "Yes, and?"

"Well-" Andres let out a half laugh and took a step back. "Most people...don't?"

"What part of 'magical powers' are you not getting!?"

"So...what? You can just...grow plants?"

Isa seemed to be considering her answer, and shared a look with Mirabel. They had a little silent conversation, which Andres tried to follow but couldn't, then Isa turned back to Andres looking noticeably more friendly than she had two seconds ago. "Would you like a demonstration?" She asked.

Andres couldn't believe his luck. "Would I!?"

Isa smiled coyly and indicated that he should follow her. He did without hesitation and all three of them went up the stairs to what he presumed was Isa's room. Actually he knew it was Isa's door because it had a picture of her on it. "Wow." He breathed, reaching out a hand and running it across the wood. "It's beautiful."

Behind him out of his sight Mirabel rolled her eyes and mimed throwing up. Also out of sight of Andres, Isa glared at her sister before turning her attention back to Andres. "Allow me." She reached past him - deliberately allowing her hair to fall on his shoulders - and opened the door.

The inside of Isa's room nearly took Andres's breath away. Flowers, flowers everywhere on the floor, on the walls, on the ceiling - how did flowers get on the ceiling for goodness sake!? - it was a very good job he didn't have a pollen allergy.

"Go on." Isa said, from behind him. "They won't bite."

So Andres took a deep breath and went in. Truth to be told he wasn't massively fond of flowers and to be practically assaulted by them was annoying to say the least.

"So, what do you think?" Isa asked, looking around her room happily.

Andres tried to make his face a mask as he looked round. "Nice." He said, guardedly. Then his attention was caught by something. "What's that?" He pointed up to the ceiling where there was something rectangular suspended by four vines.

"My bed. Want to see?"

"Yes, please!"

Isa smiled and clapped her hands. The vines brought the bed down slowly in all it's glory.

Andres - temporarily unable to speak - instead slipped his rucksack off and started searching through it.

"What are you doing?" Mirabel asked.

"Looking for my notebook-"

"-But you promised!" He heard Mirabel cry.

He flapped a hand. "Yes, but this is to good to pass up."

If he'd had been paying attention he might have noticed the knowing look exchanged between the sisters and Mirabel's subtle nod.

"You think the bed is good, watch this." Andres was brought back to earth by Isa's silky voice.

With seemingly no effort Isa raised her hands and a somehow a Venus fly trap in the shape of a chair appeared in front of them.

"Wow." Andres breathed. "Have I told you you're amazing?" He asked her, abruptly.

A small smile tugged at Isa's lips as she said smugly. "I know. So-" She indicated the trap. "-What are you waiting for? Take a seat."

He did a double take and looked at her incredulously. "Excuse me?"

"Take a seat!"

Andres looked at the plant again. "I-it's a carnivorous plant?"

Isa gave a laugh. It sounded like music. "Andres, look at me. Do you seriously think I'd be asking you to sit on a carnivorous plant if it was just going to eat you? Don't be estúpio*. Go on. You know you want to."

Andres looked at the plant - which was lying there open, the top of bottom of it looking exactly like a chair - and realised Isa was right. He did want to. He went to go, but Isa grabbed his arm, sending tingles through his body.

"Wait, I'll hold your notebook."

Andres paused and looked down at it. "I'm not sure, it's got some very important notes..."

"It'll be fine." Isa reassured him, looking at him with those big chocolate-brown eyes. "Trust me."

And Andres did, handing her his notebook and sitting in the plant. Next thing he knew he was being thrust backwards as the weight of the plant consumed him and his vision went dark. He opened his mouth to get air, but none came and - panicking now - he started kicking out as his throat filled with acid. He couldn't breath and his lungs felt paralysed so dizzy, so dizzzzzzzzzzz

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"What an idiot." Were the first words out of Isa's mouth. "Here." She handed the notebook to Mirabel. "Burn it."

Mirabel nodded, tucking the book under her arm. "I'll...er...get his other things. The maps and stuff." She reached down for the rucksack, trying to ignore Andres's flailing legs. Unfortunately suffocation took a while.

Isa nodded, watching Andres intently.

Mirabel slung the rucksack on her back - deciding it was easier to sort through it away from all this - and went to go, but found herself pausing at the door. "Will you be-"

"Just go." Isa spat.

With that Mirabel practically fled from the room, tears prickling at her eyes. Why did this never get any easier?

Approximately ten minutes later Andres's legs stopped flailing. Isa nodded to herself and lifted her arms causing a square of vines to cut the fly trap of from view. Approximately two weeks later - when the plant had finished digesting - Isa would remove the legs - which by then should have fallen off hopefully - and get Tío Felix and her Papa to bury them.

She sighed, lay on her bed and picked up a book. Anything to take her mind of it...

*Promise

*Stupid