Wonderful, she thought, facing down Michael. Almost a year of peace and now he has to pick a fight?
Michael stared her down...or tried to. She wasn't budging a bit "Bitch," he snapped.
She just rolled her eyes. He'd called her worse.
"What sort of witchcraft have you used?" he demanded. "I know you've used those books in Christopher's lab."
"Why? For what reason?" she demanded. "What possible reason would I have to do anything like that?
"I didn't have this problem until you found out you were carrying this curse," Michael growled.
"I didn't put any sort of spell on you," Janine yelled back, tired of this fight already. She'd been walking through the hall, when he'd grabbed her, pulling her into the room, and demanding to know which impotency spell she'd put on him. "It isn't my fault you can't perform."
For that remark, he slapped her, hard enough to knock her against a wall. He stalked towards her. "I know you put this curse on me and you take it off, even if I have to use you to take it off," he snarled. Janine backed up against the wall.
"Try it and you'll never have to worry about not performing ever again!" she snarled back.
He grabbed her and slapped her again. This time, she almost blacked out. And that gave him time to grab her and throw her on the floor.
"Whore," he spat out, ripping her bodice. She started screaming things he wouldn't even say, and thrashed around, trying to find a hold to get in a solid kick.
Her dress was almost ripped off, when Christopher and Raymond raced into the room. Christopher grabbed Michael, throwing him away from Janine, while Raymond picked Janine up off the floor, then had to hold her, as she learched towards Michael, her nails aimed.
"I'll kill you!" she screamed.
"Take it off now!" Michael screamed back, pulling away form Christopher.

"Come here, and I'll be glad to take it off," she snarled back, straining against Raymond. "With my bare hands!"
"You whorespawn bitch!"
"Chicken shit bastard coc...hmmph," her words were cut off, as Raymond covered her mouth, and pulled her out of the room.
When the door was closed, Christopher finally let go of his brother. "What in hell's name?" he shouted.
"That bitch put a curse on me!" Michael yelled out. He was rewarded with a thump from the door. "Impossible," Christopher stated. "She is not allowed in there without me, for that reason alone."
"You don't always know where she is. She could have slipped in while you were sleeping."
"I am not stupid, Michael," he said. "Janine may be happy here, but I know she wouldn't pass up a chance to return home, given the opportunity. I am not as blinded by her as everyone seems to think." He moved away from Michael. "You need to back away and think about this rationally. Janine did not place a curse on you. Any anxiety you have must be coming from another source. And now if you'll excuse me, I have to go take care of my slave."

Aggie walked in one morning, to find Egon sleeping at the reception desk. She smiled, quietly putting her back next tot the desk and going upstairs to fix coffee. As she disappeared out of sight, the phone rang. Egon sat up, grabbing the phone in one graceful move.
"Ghostbusters,"

"It's me," Doris said on the other end.
Egon perked up a bit. "Anything? How about the lead?"
"Nothing. The person had red hair, and that was about the end of the resemblance." she sighed. "Look, mom asked me to ask you to come over to dinner tonight."
"Really I can't..." he started.
"This is mom," she interrupted. 'She doesn't take no for an answer. She wants to see you and talk to you about what to do should...you know."
"What if someone calls?" he asked, not willing to deal with the 'you know'. "Then the guys call you over here. Leave mom's number with them."
Egon nodded, knowing it was useless to argue. "Fine. Tell her I'll be there around seven."
He hung up the phone, looking around the firehouse.
Two weeks had passed.

Fourteen months. Almost a year and a half. Janine was walking in the garden with Raymond when this thought entered her mind. She pushed it aside as a sharp pain hit her. Raymond went to help her.
"Janine..."
"Get your brothers," she gasped. "Someone's here."
Raymond ran towards the house, yelling for both Michael and Christopher. As the pain passed, Janine spotted more than one man on the grounds.
"We're under attack!" she yelled, grabbing the nearest object near her. It happened to be garden sheers. When the brothers came out, she was engaging one of the men with the sheers. Both had taken hits. Raymond threw a sword at her, which she dropped. She picked it up and hoped he'd just fall on it. She wasn't very good with a sword.
The fight was in full swing when everyone else arrived to fight for the manor. Janine had given up the sword for a small scythe, which she was using on anyone who got in her way. She was doing fine, when a new feeling came over her. It wasn't the pain she'd gotten used to, it was more of a tingling feeling, like she was being pulled.
Her eyes widened. Something was dragging her out.
"Christopher!" she screamed, dropping the scythe, and reaching for him. "Help me!"
Christopher turned to see Janine bathed in a yellowish light. "Janine!" he yelled, trying to go to her, but he was blocked.
Janine could feel her body being pulled. "Christopher!" she screamed, then was gone.