Merry Meet, Everyone!

That was fake enthusiasm. Why? Because as most of the ones who immigrated from quizilla know, my Dad recently decided alcohol, crack, his secretary, and other shit over his own wife and daughters. He was yelling at my mom saying shit like "I never really did love you", "You're poisoning the girls into thinking that I'm the bad guy and that you're all the victims" and my personal favorite that he said to me and my older sister… "I don't know why you're letting you're mom brainwash you with shit about me ruining your life and future. My drinking doesn't affect any of you in any way." Yeah, I'm a Junior! And he thinks that I'm so blind as to not be able to see that he hasn't been coming home some nights, do shit for his secretary like take her out of state, then bitch about taking me to school when its only a 5 minute drive in the direction he's heading in the first place! Sorry about that. I haven't really liked him for a few years now. I'm glad that my mom finally quit lying to herself and kicked him out, but what makes me furious is how much this is making my mom so miserable and heartbroken. She is too good of a person to deserve that kind of pain. I mean, she has already had to work five jobs and now she has to come up with the money all on her own. We'll probably lose the house, most of our animals (18 cats, 2 dogs, and a raccoon), and I don't know about this computer, but I'll make sure Dad doesn't take it for all your sakes and my sanity. I'm sick of people saying "maybe it was for the best", "Oh I'm so sorry, are you okay?" and "If you ever need anyone to talk to, I'm here for you." It WAS for the best! I WAS okay until you kept reminding me of reality! And if I WAS ever to need someone to talk to, it probably won't be you anymore now that I can predict every word you will say! I'm not weak! I don't give into such stupid emotions, and I don't need pity. It makes me feel like a fool.

Sorry again about this little outburst. I needed to let out some steam.

Blessed Be.

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.

"Very well…" I spoke, hesitant. I didn't really have any desire to tell them my story, but I could only say I had no other option in my favor.

"I guess we'll have to start at the year 1842; the year I was born, as I had already clarified. My mother bore me in the dark, dank sewers of London, England." All eyes were on me, even The Great Hiei's. "You see, after my fathers' coven discovered that he not only was having intimate relationships outside of marriage with a woman, but was having intimate relationships outside of marriage with a woman vampire; my parents were forced to go into hiding, for my father refused to obey the High Priests' orders and not see my mother again. Wiccans would always rather not be in touch with the Nigh—the creatures of our types.

"We survived down there in those sewers; my parents and I. Mum and I would feed off rats and snakes and whatever else could be offered to us down there, which my father soon grew accustomed to watching. I was a year old when the coven discovered our whereabouts. They were focused on killing me for the most part; speaking things along the lines of myself being of dark and filthy blood that I didn't deserve to be cursed with. The risk of my death had forced us to evacuate the sewers and sneak on a cargo ship, with not the slightest clue of its destination.

"About a week later, we arrived on an island. Eastern Ireland. It was in Ireland that I tasted mortal blood for the first time. Even at a year old, I remember it so well. Comparing it to a years' worth of rats, it was like a drug to me. I was immediately hooked on the blood.

"Mum would retrieve my meals for me, of course; I was too young to really lure in my own prey. Mainly, she would snatch toddlers for me to feed on at night from a nearby village, whom knew nothing of our existence in a small hut hidden in a wood.

By the time I was three years old, the Irish Potato Famine had already been in affect for a year, and many of the Irish had already left to the new country in search of food and employment. Because of this, our food supply was waning as well, so we finally left to follow the Irish to the new country, the United States.

"We were stuffed on a diminutive sip, amongst the Irish. We had to eat sparingly, Mum and I; sharing only one body once every other night. We couldn't even feed from the neck, but inconspicuous places, such as their thighs, arms, or mouths. It was not like anyone really inspected the bodies beneath their clothes. The people on the ship believed that the plague had fallen upon the people of the ship, and it did eventually.

"After only a week, we were able to feed on one every other night each. The ship was terrible, even at the age of three I remember it all too well… vampires have better memory, one of the many advantages we have over mortals. It was worse than the sewers of London. Darker, danker, sickness stench the salty sea air, as well as bodily wastes and dead corpses that were sometimes found after a week of their passing. Plague, seasickness, fevers, and suicide were four of the major things that had made the trip all the more un-enjoyable. After three weeks, the ship wasn't as crowded anymore. All the corpses had been thrown overboard. There were still many people on the vessel, but just about everyone had fallen ill, limiting our food supply even more. My father, thankfully, had not been inflicted.

"We were back down to sharing one body every few nights. At last, after over a month on that wretched craft, we finally made it to a piece of the new country called New York. It was magnificent. There was no need to hide from anyone anymore. The buildings looked as if the could touch the sky. Mortals of all colors, shapes, and sizes wandering around. Unknown scents filled my nostrils. Unknown sounds rang through my ears. It was fascinating. I'll never forget that day…"

Koenma still stood aside the bed, "Giving the certain circumstances you are under, you're not having much success defending your life," he spoke in a stern voice.

I glared at him and snorted, "You never asked me to defend my own case, you asked me to tell you my life story. Of course, this is more of a Reader's Digest version."

"READER'S DIGEST?!" Kuwabara squealed, "You went past Reader's Digest after the first sentence you said!"

I switched my glare toward the oaf, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, "Hn. How old are you? Fifteen? Sixteen? I am more than ten times older than you. For me, the years elapse like minutes. Maybe if you had a chance to live forever, you would feel what I said took simply a few seconds. But you, regrettably on your account, are but a mere mortal. And have no probability of living past seventy years. So, you should shut up and listen to my story, before you no longer have enough blood to even satisfy a mosquito."

Whether he was threatened by my intimidation, or he was pondering on what I just said, it shut him up either way. I chuckled, It's amazing how thick-skulled this mortal is… Does he even remember that I'm chained to the bed?

"Hn," I heard a masculine voice to my left. I twisted my head toward the window to see Hiei on the sill, watching whatever was outside.

"Continue with your story," Koenma ordered.

"I'll continue with my story when you unchain me… I will not attack you. I give you my word."

"Yeah right!" Yusuke exclaimed, "What makes you think we would trust you?"

"You are not in much of a position to negotiate," Koenma spoke.

"Unlike these recent generations, I find it dishonorable to go against your own word. And I shall negotiate if you wish to hear the rest of my story."

No one made a move to undo the chains, however.

"She doesn't lie," Hiei's monotone voice rang, "Giving her word actually means something to her." He continued to stare beyond the glass while he tied a knot in his bandana. I cocked an eyebrow. Everyone else shared shocked expressions.

Hiei actually backed me up. How did he know I was honest? Did he even know?

Somewhat reluctantly, Kurama unfastened the chains. I stood up and massaged my wrists and ankles. I cracked my neck with a swift turn of the head, earning itself a cringe from Botan. After a bit of stretching, I strolled to the window out of curiosity.

It wasn't much, but it was interesting. In a way, the sun was rising, but also it seemed like it had been there the entire time. The sky was orange, it seemed like it touched the ground beneath the palace. What seemed to be a never-ending path extended from the entrance of the palace, over and through the golden clouds amongst the orange. Very odd. It was as if the palace itself were in the sky.

The mortals seemed to had lost interest in me eventually and began to converse amongst themselves. Only after a few minutes of analyzing the so-called 'Spirit World', did I feel a stare. You turned my head halfway to my left, to Hiei. He was watching me, studying me. He cocked an eyebrow.

"What?" I interrogated, a bit disturbed.

Hiei said nothing, but rolled his eyes back to the window.

I snarled, "Hn," Damn, he was irritating! I descended from the windowsill, glancing around the room with no particular interest.

"I wanna hear the rest of the story!" Kuwabara whined after several minutes. I took my seat on the bed and began to fiddle with the tousles on a pillow.

"Where was I?" I asked.

"You had just arrived in New York," Kurama replied.

"New York… I'm going to skip ahead a few years, when I was six. We had seceded to live in the city of New York, in one of the many apartment buildings, for that was all we could afford. My father had a day job; he helped build the streets of the ever-growing city. My mum and I would sleep at that time.

"Mum was always very strict about bedtime; I would not be allowed up past 5:30 in the morning, and not allowed up till 10:30 at night. She had never told me the reason. I had never seen the sunlight or known what it was if one would even mention to me about it. But, I never disobeyed my mum… except once.

"One morning, about an hour after my mum had fallen asleep, I was still awake. I remember hearing noises beyond the dark bedroom door and took a peek. I saw my father get dressed in trashy overalls and walk out the door. I had never known of my father working during the day. I had always assumed he slept when I did, and just enjoyed napping during the evening. But when I saw him actually leave after my bedtime, I had to follow.

When I slipped out the door of the apartment building, I was blinded. I covered my eyes, stared at the brick roads before me, and was immediately struck in awe. Red. I had seen red plenty of times before, but not like that. It was bold and flashy, not dark and pale, as I had always seen it in the night or under candlelight. I had unshielded my eyes and experienced the rest of the day world. The blue in the sky, patched with gray and white clouds, the shades of colors of the buildings. I was mesmerized."

"That's crazy," Kuwabara protested, "I think you're over-exaggerating a bit."

"How so?" my tolerance of him was pounding on thin ice.

"Well, colors aren't all that great... I mean, they're there all the time."

I kept my glare, and cocked my head to the side, "Do this, Kuwabara: Imagine yourself being colorblind from birth. You've never seen red, or blue, or purple, or any color, only black and white, and shades of gray. Imagine that you lived like that your entire life until today, when you suddenly see all these colors burst out at you. How would you feel?"

Kuwabara looked bemused.

"Anyway," I continued, "I just stood there on the front porch of the apartment building, enthralled by the various colors. That is, until a half an hour later, when I heard my mum screaming my name. She was frenetic. Through the window she saw me standing outside in the sun, and she was shaken and horrified.

"Before that day, my parents figured I was like my mum and couldn't be out in the sun, being I fed on blood and everything else, just like she did. But she saw me standing out there, not bursting into flames and turning into a pile of ashes. Though, she remained terrified because my skin was no longer milky fair, but almost as red as raw steak. A second-degree burn covered my face, neck and arms.

"She shouted for me come inside. I made a move towards the door, but immediately went as still as a statue. Only then was I aware that I was burnt all over. The slightest shift stung immeasurably. My mum desperately tried to get me to come inside, but I was in too much pain to make those few steps toward the door. And my mum couldn't even take those few steps to bring me inside, herself.

"Not long later, my father came home for whatever reason it was and saw me standing there and my mum trying to get me to move. He tried to carry me indoors, but he hardly laid a hand on my arm and I would cry in pain. He grabbed me around the torso, where my nightgown blocked most of the sunlight, and carried me in the building. It took over a month for the burns to entirely heal. It was dreadful... As beautiful as the colors were, I grew too scared to go outside in the day ever again, even if it was just a brief second."

"You were with us the other day outside in the sun… How come you didn't burn?" Kurama questioned.

I smirked, "Hn. Now you're getting ahead of my story... I'll explain when I get there."

He nodded, accepting my reply.

"Now we're going to fast forward to 1874. When I had recently turned thirty-two. I had decided to keep my sixteen year old youth back in 1858, and at the same time, my mum had decided to let go of her eighteen year old youth, and held her aging again when she looked about twenty-nine; the way she looks now. Anyway, we were still living in New York in 1874 when my father died at the age of fifty. A mortal shot him. He was never caught.

"My mum and I decided to leave New York City to explore the world together. See what all of the new country looked like, and Mum could see how everything else had changed. We traveled west on foot, taking our time, enjoying everything as we passed it, tasting new blood here and there. Five years later, we found ourselves Alaska. We snuck on a cargo ship to Russia. And to speed things up a bit, we traveled around Asia for six years until we found ourselves in Europe in 1885.

"We then explored Europe for a few months until we found ourselves back at the place I was born, London. Something happened in London that I'll never forget. My mum and I split up one night in London, to feed on our own. As I strode down an old brick street, I noticed an old rundown house that to any mortal would seem abandoned. I knew better. I heard a single heartbeat from that building.

"Curious, I stepped inside. The insides were in worse condition than the outside. Old books, papers, candles, and incenses littered the floor, as well as rickety old broken down furniture. The floors were carpeted in dust, about an inch thick, muffling the sound of my already silent footsteps on the wooden floor. The air was also old and musty.

"The heartbeat could be heard upstairs, which is where I went, and stepped into a room as filthy as the rest of the house. An old man, possibly in his eighties, sat in an old moldy chair. He stared at me with his old eyes.

"It is you," he spoke, his voice old and raspy, "You're an image of your mother, except for your hair. I see a bit of your father in your hair."

"How do you know my parents?" I asked.

His old eyes smiled, "Your father was in my coven until he ran off with your beast of a mother. I was High Priest of our coven. How have you faired?"

I became a bit livid, "Fine. But I'm puzzled on why you're so kind to me now. Now, when you tried to slay me as an infant."

The High Priest gazed at me with wisdom, "I was young and foolish then…"

"You were young?" I mocked.

"I was trying to prevent a prophecy that I believed shouldn't happen. Even as High Priest, I didn't understand the prophecy as fully then as I do now. Your father understood, which is why he followed his heart and went against my wishes by running off with your mother. Now I know that it is necessary to complete this prophecy, and I ask for your forgiveness."

"What sort of prophecy?" I asked him.

"I cannot inform you the whole lot, that could change the course of the future. But I'll notify you of what you can know. A year before you were born, a gypsy made a prophecy, saying that two of opposite bloods were to create a child that is both pure and sinful. A child that could transform the world into a Heaven or Hell using what was given to her from both sides." He smiled "That is all of the prophecy that I will tell you. I now understand, the world is going down to the bloody dogs as we speak, and I ask you to fulfill this prophecy. Make it a Heaven, not a Hell."

I considered this for a few moments. "Child, my days in the World of the Living are numbered to a few. Tell me, did your father ever teach you the ways of the sacred Wicca?"

"Yes," I said, "But not as much as he knew."

"Come here every night for the next week and I will teach you more of what you need to know. If by the end of the week I am not dead, you may feed off of me."

"Why would you offer your life to me, old man?" I inquire suspiciously.

"This week of training is the last thing I have left to live for. Like I just said, my days in the World of the Living are numbered to a few. Please, allow me to teach you what I know for the next week."

I accepted his proposal. And the next week was more than I expected to learn. He taught me to perform the simple rituals and spells, how to conjure up a perfect potion, he told me stories of our Goddess and others, as well as their meanings. He taught me the Wiccan Rede as well—"

"The Wiccan Rede?" Yusuke interrupted, "What's that?"

I sighed, "It goes like this:

Bide ye Wiccan laws you must,
in perfect love and perfect trust.
Live ye must and let to live,
fairly take and fairly give
Form the circle thrice about
to keep unwelcome spirits out.
To bind ye spell well every time,
let the spell be spake in rhyme
Soft of eye and light of touch
speak ye little, listen much.
Deosil go by the waxing moon
chanting out ye baleful tune
When ye Lady's moon is new,
kiss ye hand to her times two
When ye moon rides at her peak,
Then ye hearts desire seek
Heed the North winds mighty gale
lock the door and trim the sail.
When the wind comes from the South
love will kiss thee on the mouth.
When the wind blows from the East
expect the new and set the feast.
Nine woods in the cauldron go
burn them fast and burn them slow
Elder be ye Lady's tree
burn it not or cursed ye'll be.
When the wheel begins to turn
soon ye Beltane fires will burn.
When the Wheel hath turned a Yule
light the log the Horned One rules.
Heed ye flowers, bush and tree
by the Lady blessed be.
Where the rippling waters go
Cast a stone the truth ye'll know.
When you have and hold a need
harken not to others greed.
With a fool no season spend
or be counted as his friend.
Merry meet and Merry part
bright the cheeks and warm the heart.
Mind ye threefold law you should,
three times bad and three times good.
When misfortune is anow,
wear the star above thy brow.
True in love must ye ever be,
lest thy love be false to thee.
These eight words the Wiccan rede fulfill;
'An ye harm none, do what ye will."

"Wow, that's long…" Kuwabara spoke all the readers' thoughts.

"'An ye harm none, do what ye will…" Kurama pondered, "So you can't hurt anyone with your magick?"

"But you threw me against a wall!" Kuwabara whined.

"That is a different magick. Something that is not so much affected by the Wiccan Rede. I don't know why, it just is. I prefer to refrain from using it to harm as much as possible, just in case. But it is not Wiccan magick. The High Priest could not even perform such spells," I tucked a hair behind my ear, "Now may I continue?"

They all nod.

"Thank you," I snapped, "Now, at the last night of the week, I showed up as I had been, to see three boxes sitting by the chair in which the High Priest sat in.

"What are those for?" I asked him.

"A gift, and a reminder for you to keep practicing Wicca after tonight. These boxes are filled with all of the books, candles, incenses, oils, weapons, and talismans in this house… and a cauldron of course. Everything that you'll need are in these boxes, which you'll take with you. And this," he handed me an old leather-bound book, "has been rightfully yours since your father died. It is your family's Book of Shadows. Filled with all of the potions and spells and other types of knowledge gathered from your ancestors since before the Dark Ages. It is a sacred heirloom. Remember to pass it on only within your family."

"I promise," I said. "Am I supposed to learn anything tonight?"

"Yes," he said, "To allow yourself to turn this world into another Hell would be the most stupidest thing you could ever do, so don't do it."

"Awfully blunt."

He chuckled, "Yes, that is all I can teach you," He turns his head slowly to the side, exposing his old neck, "Merry meet." And I drank.

As I drank from the old High Priest, I felt something. More in tune with everything around me… senses that could never be matched by even a vampire. I felt the old mans' wisdom become part of me as well. That night, everything that I thought I knew became what I really knew."

"So you're part of this prophesy that could mean the outcome of the Ningenkai?" Koenma clarified.

"I play the main role of a prophecy that could mean the outcome of the world, yes."

"And when is this prophecy supposed to be fulfilled?" Yusuke queried.

"Every action a person makes fulfills prophecies... But if you mean when will the world become a Heaven or Hell, I do not know." The light shining through the open window began to burn my eyes, "Turbo," my hand let off a faint purple glow, and a small whirlwind appeared. The whirlwind closed the curtains before it dissipated.

Hiei, who was still on the windowsill, had the curtains close right over him. I smirked and everyone else laughed as Hiei scrambled his way out from behind the curtains, visibly frustrated. Once he got out of the Curtain of Death, he advanced on me with the unmistakable look of "I'm Going to Kill You".

He reached for my throat, but I backed up just in time for him to miss it and accidentally grab the hospital gown I was still wearing. He pulled to get a better range of my head as I pulled back, trying to avoid it, until everyone heard a ripping sound.

He stopped, I stopped... as we both stared at the torn hospital gown in his clutches. Everyone was in such shock that no one moved. I continued to stare at the hospital gown as all the boys turned their stares to me.

Snapping back to the real world, "PERVERT!" I slapped Hiei across the face hard before covering up my naked body under the covers. I was embarrassed as hell, though I couldn't let them see that.

"That..." Kuwabara started, "Was the greatest thing I've ever seen!"

My eyes widened, "Vis vires," Kuwabara crashed into the opposite wall. "Continuing on..." I said, my tone daring anyone to say anything about the recent hospital gown incident.

"Skip ahead once again to 1929. My mum and I were in Germany, seeking out the most famous half-breed lamia vampire, Albert Einstein. Of course, only vampires knew what he really was. See, I wasn't just someone who was a fan of his work; I was someone who was in dire need of his work. I still hadn't been able to go outdoors in the daytime, but I had seen him outdoors during the sunlight hours all the time, and I was enthralled to find out how he could do it without being burnt at all.

"I snuck into the hotel room he was staying in one night. My mum came along because she knew German and I did not. I brought him a warming gift, a teenage girl, to share as a meal, as well as a sign to let him know what I was and I knew what he was. Through my mum, Einstein and I had a nice long conversation about our families, and our capabilities as half-breeds. Finally after talking for a few hours while we fed, I asked him about how he was able to be outdoors in the day. At that, he gave me a bottled substance very much like mortal lotion.

"He called it "Abgefüllte Nacht" or "Bottled Night". It was applied like normal mortal lotion. It has to be applied after sunset, and it lasts for a month at a time. It couldn't be rubbed or washed off. He gave me a list of the ingredients, and instructions on how to make it. The old man really was a genius.

"After we had our talk about that, we said our goodbyes and left... of course I took the girl with me, for I cared of his reputation and didn't want him seen in a hotel room with a dead body."

"So that is how you can now go outdoors in the day? Einstein gave you a lotion?" Kurama spoke incredulously.

"Yes. It's similar to sunscreen... somewhat. It's like the strongest mortal sunscreen times a thousand."

"You REALLY met Albert Einstein?!" Koenma said astonished.

I cocked an eyebrow, "Did I not just tell you how we first met? Yes, I did really meet Albert Einstein. Funny man he is... And a real genius. A little on the perverted side, I'd have to say."

"Any other exciting things happen in your life?" Yusuke asked.

"Many things happened between then and now..." I spoke, "But nothing important enough to inform you."

"That was a good story," Kuwabara remarked stupidly.

"So, what's the verdict, Koenma?" Yusuke directed, "Is she gonna be executed?"

Koenma seemed deep in thought, "Life, may I have a word alone with Yusuke, Kurama, Kuwabara, and Hiei?" he requests.

"You go do whatever the hell you want with them."

He nodded and I watched them exit the room and close the door behind them. I could hear a bit of what they were talking about, but I didn't really care so much. If they were going to execute me, I'd break out before they could stop me. And if they were going to let me go, I'd break out before they could stop me. So either way, I'd break out before they could stop me.

Botan, who was still in the room, tried to strike up a conversation, but failed when I decided to fall asleep.

oooo

I opened my eyes to a dark room. I was still in Hiei's room, but the curtains had been drawn revealing that the sky had dimmed. I was still underneath the covers of Hiei's bed, surprisingly. I glanced around the space. Everyone had left. Everyone except Hiei, who was asleep in the chair in the corner of the room.

I sat up, letting the blanket slip down to my waist, until I realized I was still naked beneath the covers, and pulled it back up to coat my chest. I stared at Hiei, Why didn't he kick me out of his room? I thought.

"Because you were sleeping in my bed, stark naked, and Koenma wasn't going to make you move until you got some clothes on, and you weren't going to get clothes on until you woke up," Hiei said.

It startled me somewhat, but I easily recovered, "So you're a telepath."

"Hn."

"Hn. Well, you didn't awaken me to get some clothes on?"

"I was going to," Hiei countered, "Kurama wouldn't allow it. He said he thought you deserved your sleep," he was now looking at me. His voice was rough and he had his glare, but his glare didn't seem like his usual glare. It seemed not as edgy, there was still edgy-ness to it, just not as much. "There are some clothes of Botans' for you to wear until you get changed into your own clothes," he pointed to some garments at the foot of the bed.

I searched them over; a pair of blue jeans and a tight pink t-shirt. "There is no underwear here," I commented.

"Do you really want to borrow someone else's undergarments?"

I was grossed out by the thought of that, but said nothing else. Something that Hiei spoken earlier struck me, "Change into my own clothes? I'm going to be let go?"

Hiei started to go red in the face, the angry red, "No. But you're not going to be executed."

That caught me somewhat confused, "Shall I be a slave?" anger rose inside me with the thought of it.

"Hn. Sort of."

My temper rose, as well as my voice, "What do you mean 'sort of'?!"

Hiei seemed to be getting as upset as I was, "You have to do a little 'community service'."

"Meaning...?"

"He's making you join the Reikai Tantei. Five years service for the Reikai Tantei."

I had never heard of the Reikai Tantei, but the thought of it being community service did not brighten my impression of it. "What does this Reikai Tantei do?"

"You'd be working for Koenma with us. Do missions; kill demons, and your types…" he smirked.

Your types? Your types?! I darted from the bed and slammed him against the wall, fangs bared.

One would expect him to be the slightest bit threatened, but he merely returned a cold glare. Then he did something that baffled me, his eyes darted downward for not even a second before returning to my face. As if he didn't want me to notice… My eyes widened. Two seconds later, I was beneath the covers once again, sliding on Botans' jeans.

Hiei rubbed his second handprint on his cheek, "What the HELL was THAT for?!"

"Pervert," I slipped on the tight pink t-shirt and stood up, checking myself over. I'm screwed. I had no bra, and it wasn't exactly like I was as thin around the bust as Botan was, so the shirt was sort of stretching across that section. I grabbed the shirt and held it away from my chest. Hiei didn't need to see anymore of what he already saw twice.

As I walked out of the room, I caught a glimpse of Hiei's face as he slipped under the covers of his bed. I wasn't sure if it was just the redness of the slaps I had given him, or if he was actually blushing...

Wow, I'm done. Sorry again for that outburst I had before the chapter if you read. But you know what? My older sister and I are at the I hate him stage, and my little sister keeps calling him, saying she wants to live with him! Okay, my little sister is thirteen, but because of all the concussions I gave her when she was little ::cough::cough::six::cough::cough::, she literally has the mind of an eight year old. So, doesn't really under stand what my "dad" did. But, yeah. Damn it! I complained again! Oh well.

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Blessed Be.