Keys: Thanks. I don't know what's wrong with me lately, but I just don't have the drive anymore.

Courtney: Thanks for the suggestions! Roxton can't see William, though, because he doesn't have any power. Yet, some bizarre accident with the children…that is quite interesting. Maybe I can work that in somehow without making the story much longer.

Panda: Hey, that's a good idea. Everything does seem to be happening for a reason, so why not William's death? Makes sense to me! Thanks! Also, thanks for the congrats. I'm super excited about AmeriCorp.

Taya: That's right, missy. No demanding chapters! You (usually) take longer than I!

Chosen: Well, my darling clone, I'm glad we think alike. At least we know that twisted minds run in our family! Hahaha.

Svata: Thanks for the review!

Chapter Fifteen

Mystery

Veronica was just coming out of her bedroom when Marguerite came storming off the elevator, ranting and raving. She smiled and leaned against the doorframe, amused by her "sister's" morning ritual. I wonder what she's complaining about now, she thought.

"Will you just go away," Marguerite snapped.

"I haven't been up long enough to piss you off," Veronica defended.

"I wasn't talking to you," Marguerite said, waving her off with a frustrated swipe of her hand. She marched over to the fire pit and began boiling water for the morning coffee.

Veronica slowly approached her, concerned. "Then who were you talking to, Marguerite?"

She opened her mouth, but then quickly shut it. How do you tell someone that you're arguing with your husband's dead brother?

"That is a tough one, isn't it? Mmm…"

"Be quiet or be helpful."

"I am here to help. I just can't help you with this."

"Oh, that's just great. Some helpful spirit you turned out to be." She grabbed a towel and used it to grip the handle of the pot.

Veronica eyed her peculiarly. "Marguerite, what spirit?"

The heiress paused from pouring the water into the mugs and looked up at her innocently. "Uh? I don't know what you mean."

"What spirit isn't being helpful?"

Marguerite growled and slammed the pot onto the table. "I…ahrg! Can't you just drop it!"

"Marguerite, you're going to have to watch that temper."

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"

Veronica, worried, gingerly placed her hand over her shoulder. "Marguerite, who are you talking to? Is it Klor?"

Marguerite rolled her eyes. "No. A much more maddening spirit."

"Who?"

Marguerite sighed, annoyed. "William."

"William," Veronica asked, stunned and confused. "But William is asleep in the nursery. I just…"

"No. Not that William. John's brother. Lord William Roxton."

"What," the witch gasped. "How…Marguerite, when did you tap into this power?"

The sorceress leaned back in her chair, forgetting about the coffee. "I don't know. Awhile, I guess. I've seen Klor's spirit already. But William has just decided to drop in."

"Not true! I've been trying to get a hold of you for days!"

Marguerite gritted her teeth. "And this one is nonstop."

"Does Roxton know?"

Sighing, Marguerite slouched. "No. I just found out while outside."

"Well, what does William want?"

Marguerite shrugged. "Too make my life a living Hell?"

"Marguerite, I need to be here."

"Why?"

She was met by silence.

"William? William! Where the hell are you? Damn it! William!"

"Marguerite, keep it down," Roxton scolded, approaching the two women with a baby in each arm. "William is right here." He handed their baby boy over to his wife. "See? All safe and sound."

Marguerite held her son, admiring his adorable dimples while wondering: where her children safe?

End Chapter Fifteen

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Considering that I only have 3 months to finish the remaining 6 stories, I have to cut things shorter than I originally planned. Unfortunately, this means that I will have to get everything wrapped up rather quickly in just a few more chapters. So things may get a little choppy and corny. Sorry. Thanks for all your support!