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P. Baxter b. 1897 d. 1970

Watching my eldest cousin walk away, I knew I should feel anger, hatred even, but all I could feel was regret. Regret at what she could have been, regret at what my other cousin and I would have to do.

I looked over at my husband, who was playing the piano, and sensing my gaze, he turned to look at me smiling sympathetically. He knew what I was going through, how I was feeling and he was looking to comfort me. I felt love for this man flow through me and I felt my heart rise a little as I knew he would be there for me, whatever happened. "Unless of course I get killed." I muttered distractedly.

Jake Larson, the barman, looked at me curiously and I realised that I had spoken those words aloud. I flashed a smile at him and before he could ask any questions I excused myself and went over to the piano.

"Everything alright?" my husband queried.

"It will be soon I hope." I replied. I caught sight of my other cousin who was just lowering her camera after taking a picture of an happily smiling old couple. Watching their contentment with life I hoped I would grow old to a life like that.

"I'll be back in a minute." I told my husband quietly, grabbing an old make-up case off the top of the piano. I crossed over to my cousin who looked at me questioningly.

"Did you find the spell?" she asked quietly, not taking her eyes off our eldest cousin who had stopped by Christina Larson and was speaking angrily to her.

Wordlessly I opened the make-up case and pulled out a piece of paper, handing it to her.

She looked at it approvingly. "This should work. We should act soon, when everyone's gone tonight. We can't leave it any longer. We can't risk her and Anton to continue joining forces any more, in case another innocent is killed."

I nodded silently, my mouth dry. My cousin had always been the more aggressive one, the strong one. She didn't appear to have any doubts about what we were planning and her acceptance of the actions we had to do was something I envied.

I moved across to the hallway and stood for a moment watching my husband play the piano, before I was distracted by the front door open. Looking at who had just walked in I felt my face freeze in a state of shock. My former lover had just walked in the door and was smiling at me.

I hurried over to him. "What are you doing?" I hissed, "You can't be here."

He smiled again although I detected a difference in it - a harshness that I hadn't known before.

"I'm just missing you baby." he whispered drawing me into a corner.

"Stop it!" I exclaimed, "What's the matter with you? This isn't like you."

The harsh grin he gave me in reply caused my heart to freeze. "You're right. It's not." he answered mockingly, waving a hand in front of his face and morphing into his true features.

Into Anton.

I opened my mouth to scream, but he quickly covered my mouth. Fighting to get free I watched as he gestured to my eldest cousin, who then walked over to my other cousin. Her words carried over to where I was struggling with Anton.

"Do you want to talk now?" she spat maliciously.