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The cousins story is split into parts in different viewpoints, so this is just the part from P. Russell's viewpoint

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P. Russell b. 1894 d. 1924

I looked up at the manor, the place I had known all my life, and felt a wave of sadness flow through me. I raised my hand to the necklace Anton, my warlock lover, had iven meAngrily, I shook my head and continued up the steps to the open front door. 'What was the matter with me? Despite the fact that they were my cousins this was the only way for me and Anton to be together. They had to die so that Anton could get their powers and then…', I felt my unhappiness leave me as I contemplated the future, 'and then we would be together, and we would be unstoppable.'

Composing myself, I stepped through the front door into the speakeasy I owned with my cousins. The first thing I saw was my youngest cousin's husband, who was playing the piano, turn to look at me. His gaze was carefully expressionless and a felt a slight unease. How much did my cousins know of what Anton and I had planned? I stared contemptuously back at him causing him to turn away.

As I walked into the living room, aiming for the bar, I was approached by Charlene, a witch who often frequented the speakeasy, "Well, where did you go off to." she exclaimed brightly.

I forced myself to smile sweetly back and reply "I had to get some herbs. It would be a little difficult to make my potions without them."

She nodded slightly less cheerily, hopefully she had picked up on my derision, "Oh right." and seemed about to carry on when I interrupted quickly.

"Would you like me to curse anyone for you?"

She laughed nervously and began to back off. I strode past her without another glance and went over to my youngest cousin at the bar. The glance she gave me was the same as her husband's and was just as unreadable, but I could imagine that there was a flicker of fear in it. She was giving me nothing else to work with and it made me feel powerful.

"You're not afraid of me, dear cousin, are you?" I asked faking a sweet smile.

"Why?" she questioned, challengingly, "should I be?"

I disregarded the question and turned to the barman, Jake Larson. "My usual." I demanded, "Bring it to my booth."

I walked out of the living room on my way to the parlour, but was stopped by my other cousin. "We need to talk… now." she insisted.

"We're done talking, cousin." I spat contemptuously, "And hadn't you better get back to your job? There are people queuing up to have their photographs taken so don't you think you should transfer your attention to someone who cares?"

Before she could reply I walked off, but was again distracted, this time by Christina Larson, the barman's young daughter. She was sitting opposite a woman, both facing a crystal ball - my crystal ball.

"What the hell are you doing?" I snarled, striding over there, I pointed at the woman, "Get out of here. And you, Christina," I continued angrily, turning to face her. "I told you to watch my stuff, not use them." Noticing a china doll on the table beside her I picked it up and threw it on the ground. The head smashed and Christina ran to pick it up, crying.

"You broke my favourite dolly" she sobbed, hugging it tightly.

Sighing irritably, I pulled open the door nearest to me and walked outside slamming it behind me.

Suddenly and quietly, a man came up behind me, grabbed me by the stomach and spun me round pushing me against the wall. "I've been looking everywhere for you" he murmured sensually.

"Anton" I smiled teasingly, reaching up to kiss him.

After a moment he pulled back and led me by the hand round to the back of the manor. "I have something for you." he said, handing me a potion. "Drink this."

"What is it?" I queried

"A potion to triple your powers." he looked around us and lowered his head closer to mine. "This way we are prepared in case your cousins are ready for us. It will help us succeed."

Basking in the gaze of his green eyes, I smiled again and drank it in one swallow. I felt a warm glow spread through me and could feel my power building up. I stretched out my hand at a box of wine bottles and watched as it burst into flames.

"Feels good to be bad, doesn't it" smirked Anton

"Yes." I replied, although my heart wasn't in it. I was feeling a mixture of emotions again. I knew I was having second thoughts about killing my cousins but I pushed them out of my head and tried to concentrate on the task in hand.

However Anton seemed to be aware of what I was feeling. "They're good witches." he said, "And I need their powers if we're gonna win, if we're gonna be together."

"I know." I replied. "I'm ready."

"Remember to wait until I have lured your cousin away from her husband - I'll pose as her former lover and then you make your move." Anton waved his hand over his faced and morphed into a blond haired man. "Shall we?"

"Lets."