"Hello?" Leanne didn't reply to her mother's icy question, knowing that she wasn't meant to be down there. Her eyes cirlced the room, looking for an escape route. Finding none (the only one being blocked by her mother's slim figure), she shrunk a little more into the corner, and hoped for the best. "Now what have we here?"
Leanne's eyes widened; she had been discovered! The image of the dagger flashed through her mind, the death scene was re-enacted in a few short snaps. Her breath was becoming panicked. If Leanne was disposed of, there would be no one to warn her father; no one to keep-
"Still causing trouble, I see." Leanne opened her mouth to speak - her mouth had begun to shape around words - "Now you would have thought death would have cured you of that. Thank the Black God it keeps you from answering back."
Death? But I'm not... All Leanne's confusion was solved by her mother (why had she been born to this monster?)'s next actions. The lady knelt at the chest Leanne was hiding behind and, as Leanne's heart was beating madly, opened the large object to reveal the body. "He still loves you. I can cure him of that."
How? No mortal medicine can cure love! Obviously Leanne's mother (she had to be adopted. Lady Jeannett probably wasn't intelligent enough to actually give birth herself) enjoyed talking to dead bodies. A morbid thought, perhaps, but still the action was worse.
"Now what shall we do with you? Burn? Drown? I quite like burning, myself, but the smell is simply dreadful." She's done it before? "Would you like to be burned?" Leanne grinned, thinking of the shock her adoptive (well, not definitely, but Leanne was certain) mother would have if the body started talking. Wait... hadn't that spell in her father's books...
"Personally, I'd prefer for you to die."
Lady Jeannett gasped.
"What?"
This spell is amazing! Of course, it sounded more like a grown-up Leanne, but she couldn't help that. "Gone deaf, Jeannett?"
Her mother gave out what sounded like a strangled swear word, before running out of the cellar, presumably to find some help. Leanne took her chance, and fled the cellar too.
"Leanne, what are you doing near the cellar?"
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Ooh, who is it? I finish school next week! Yay! Then I'm on holiday! So, unless I get reviews cough hint hint cough telling me to continue, you'll have to wait three weeks to find out who it is!
