Bela Dimitrescu never boasted about such prideful things out loud, but secretly, she used to fancy herself as the most socially-adept Dimitrescu family member. Indeed, back in Romania, she was the one who had dealt with the local villagers and their own extensive staff in situations which did not demand physical intimidation or outright violence. Cassandra was her replacement in those that did, obviously. One could say that Bela was the Dimitrescu family's outstretched and open palm, in contrast to Cassandra being the merciless, closed fist.

In a way, then, it was a humbling experience that Bela was the only one who had failed to establish any meaningful interpersonal bonds, one year into their new lives in Cuba.

Daniela, ever the flirt, had regained her energetic spark after eventually recovering from the world-shattering revelation that all the humans they had slaughtered over the years, were not, in fact, happy about the grim fact of their demise. Now, the redhead was head-over-heels over some local boy - a florist' son and a kind if a bit pious for Bela's liking soul. Determined to ensure her beloved sister's happiness, Bela provided firm guidelines and offered a plethora of advice that would both fulfill Daniela's unnatural cravings, as well as provide a comfortable environment for the lovers from two different worlds. With Daniela's volatile episodes on the decline, Bela felt comfortable enough with the level of support she had provided, and left her younger sister to her own devices - though she would always be eager to provide more, if prompted.

Cassandra - the sadistic and violent sister, against all odds, made a friend of her own. A middle-aged man of dubious reputation, he was nefarious for his survivalist and isolationist lifestyle, as well as wild conspiracy theories he constantly spewed out whenever he would visit the local town. Somehow, he made a surprisingly good fit for the thrill-seeking sister. To Bela's own chagrin, however, Cassandra would always take an opportunity to gloat about how the hermit was an excellent teacher at handling a rifle, in addition to being an adept lover, but only when their dearest mother was not in hearing range, naturally. Moreover, Bela suspected that Cassandra herself did not completely leave her murderous ways behind - like they had all agreed - and used the hermit as an associate to her no-good deeds. Without informing anyone else, the blonde found herself determined to get to the bottom of what exactly Cassandra was up to these days…

Even Alcina, despite never visiting the local town personally - for obvious reasons, and avoiding the humans as much as possible, was constantly on the phone with the Duke, as well as some other noble acquaintances she had made through the obese merchant. Apparently, their mother found unexpected pleasure in the verbal dialogue she would keep with the like-minded individuals - and Bela was truly happy that her cherished mother found joy in the company of others. Nevertheless, despite Alcina never mentioning anything as wrong, Bela would occasionally spot her mother giving longing gazes from their living room's window - in the direction of the town. The Dimitrescu matriarch dreamed about one day venturing outside...

The blonde daughter had such dreams herself. She dreamed that they would all leave the shadows and rejoin the larger world one day… and that the world would welcome them back - its long-lost children who had stumbled for decades in the hopeless, enveloping darkness but finally saw the light. Rationally, Bela realized that such dreams were foolish and childish, and that the cold world had no interest in its misbegotten, monstrous spawn. Humanity would never forgive or accept them and this was the best they would ever get. She still hoped… and dreamed. One day… they would leave the legacy of horror and bloodshed behind… one day.

Nevertheless, despite her dreams and desires, Bela herself was the only Dimitrescu without any real contact with the outside world. Her infinite lust for knowledge about this new brave world of theirs was reflected purely in her newfound passion for computers… and the Internet. Not really surprising anyone, the blonde Dimitrescu picked up all the skills required to seamlessly navigate it in a heartbeat. When a hunger for knowledge would strike her, she would read all the latest news that happened around the globe on the Internet or else lose herself in all the newest scientific journals on several subjects she was most interested in, such as human anatomy or psychology. When a craving for entertainment would rear its head, she would watch various shows and movies, read the newest E-books or even try her hand at a different kind of entertainment - computer games.

Today, when her mother was busy writing a novel of her own; Cassandra would go on a shooting range with her survivalist friend and Daniela would be on a date with her boyfriend, Bela found herself craving for the latter of her passions.

After having a pleasant early morning meal with her beloved family and seeing most of them out, Bela quickly poured herself some chilled blood and went back to her room. Humming a pleasant Romanian melody, Bela turned on her computer and scrolled throughout her extensive library.

Eventually, her amber orbs stopped on one particular game she wanted to try out for a while now - an online game which pitted her with and against human opponents, as opposed to her previous attempts at gaming which saw her play purely by herself - against the computer.

Her cursor hovered over the game's icon, as if unsure. Truthfully, Bela was a bit scared of interacting with humans even in such a controlled and supposedly friendly environment - where nobody would have any idea of who she truly was.

Ah well… What could go wrong?

With that thought, the elder Dimitrescu daughter clicked on the icon and submerged herself into the world of online gaming, not knowing what horrors awaited deep within.


Fucking trash. Report this garbage CM for buying blademail! GG AFK

Bela Dimitrescu gritted her teeth in frustration as a barrage of horrid insults rained all over her. After playing through two matches in relatively peace and quiet while quickly grasping the game's primary concepts, the third match turned out most miserable. Their team's strongest player had been throwing offensive remarks at her for the whole game, and she was even tolerating them - politely asking him or her to provide constructive criticism instead of pointless offensive commentary - to no avail, as that seemingly only egged that person on to get even more creative with their insults.

When she had claimed that she was, in fact, a lady, and that he should show her the proper respect, the player simply called her a cunt and a whore, before another player on their team - who kept quiet until now - shamelessly attempted to elicit pictures of her naked chest - to Bela's unbridled disgust.

And now, when her character had died for the seventeenth time in that match and their strongest player refused to continue the game, even the enemy team started to throw insults and offensive remarks.

As they were soundly beaten, the strongest player only watched and continued with his insults, harsher and more heated each time. Finally, when he had implied that he had a sexual intercourse with her mother, Bela had enough.

Letting out a guttural growl, Bela found her fist going cleanly through the monitor.

"Damn him!"

With a small wince of pain, Bela took a deep breath in a futile attempt to cool down, before turning her whole right hand into its swarm-shape in an effort to extract her limb from the broken monitor with the least amount of damage to her soft tissues.

"Damn!"

The blonde woman was frothing as she started frantically pacing across her sizable and tastefully-decorated room. Despite not normally suffering from violent outbursts - unlike her beloved but sometimes a tad… murderous sisters - she was not immune to them.

"Damn them all!"

Unable to stop her fuming with just her traditional deep breath exercise, the blonde woman approached her personal blood-bank storage. With swift and well-practiced motions, she put on a protective glove, before opening the small refrigeration unit and producing a vial of blood, labeled 'E.W.', before quickly closing the blood-bank again.

Nobody in her family knew about this little quirk the elder sister had, and hoping to keep it that way, the blonde closed and locked her room's door, before tenderly uncorking the vial and taking a deep sniff of it. Just like always, a simple sniff of that miraculous substance - even though it had somewhat faded with time - was enough to make her go into an almost euphoria-like state...

"Aaaaahh..."

With her rage being replaced by hazy serenity, the blonde crashed into her comfy chair, only to rotate around in near-bliss. Merely sniffing this fading blood sample was not enough to completely satisfy her today, however. As her stomach started to rumble in hunger, for a second, Bela considered actually sipping it all down, before thinking otherwise. The unique blood sample was simply too precious to her...

Letting out a small sigh of discontentment, the woman corked the vial before returning it to its rightful place. With her clarity of mind once again available to her, Bela turned to assess the damage, with her hands on her hips.

"Damn…"

The poor monitor would never serve her again, not with a fist-sized hole in it. Wincing from the fact that she had lost control over her emotions like that, Bela found some residual anger returning to her.

"These no-good bastards… damn them all!"

With her primary source of entertainment ruined, Bela considered the alternatives. It was still only ten in the morning. Mother was busy and bid them to not disturb her today. Cassandra and Daniela were out until the evening. She could read a book… I've read enough books for a lifetime or two… or go for a lonely walk. Or...

Somehow, a certain idea started to bloom in her head. A particularly unusual and remarkably petty idea. An idea that made the blonde sibling let out a mean giggle and made shivers of exhilaration run throughout her whole frame.

Grabbing her cellphone, Bela called the one contact she had - their local agent, a trusted man - provided by the Duke to see to the family's less than natural needs.

"Darius. It's Bela. I need a favor…"


Bela's remaining frustrations were quick to morph into a sense of elation, as Darius just kept providing solution after solution, giving more than a spark of life to the wild idea that had popped into her head. That man was truly a magician!

Yes, with proper equipment and know-how it was possible to find out the IP address of a person you met on the internet.

Yes, likewise, it was possible to track someone down by their IP address.

Yes - just like she thought - the people she was interested in played on the same server she did, and as luck would have - her primary source of ire, in particular, lived in a city a mere 2 hour drive away.

Yes, for a nominal fee, Darius would provide her a ride.


From her front passenger seat, Bela let out a satisfied hum as the warm sun bathed her in radiant light while the wind pleasantly tickled her face.

Car rides was a novelty for the elder Dimitrescu, though to her surprise - Daniela had expressed an interest in mastering such a form of locomotion. A skill to direct this beast of metal could prove useful and entertaining, so Bela would have no objections.

"So… ehm… Should I contact body disposal agency?"

Ever helpful, Darius couldn't help but ask the burning question that would just not leave his mind ever since the Duke's VIP customer had asked him for this peculiar favor. At the stated question, Bela made a pensive expression, with a single index finger going to her lip, as if in deep thought.

"Mhm…"

Darius felt chills running through his spine at the uncertain mumble the Lady's daughter made. He was no stranger to murder, having had several people "disappear" in the past, but most of these had it coming, one way or another. This particular target apparently drew the mistress' ire in an online game of all things… One would not think death was an appropriate punishment for whatever possible slight he could've done or said in such an environment.

Upon seeing his concerned expression, Bela gave the driver a wide smile, before finally giving a concrete answer to his inquiry, "No… there is no need for that." Darius felt instant relief, which was then quickly replaced by crushing dread as the mistress continued. "I think... I'll handle it myself, this time."

The man could not stop various grisly scenarios - involving Bela consuming that poor man whole - from running through his mind for the rest of the ride. Perhaps, he'll ask the Duke for a change of assignment after today…


As their car stopped, Bela gave Darius a charming, toothy smile, before bidding for him to wait for her there and exiting the vehicle.

For this casual outing, Bela had picked a casual outfit - just a pair of denim jeans and a simple white blouse. No reason to get fancy for an act of boredom/anger infused vengeance. Letting out an uncharacteristically mean giggle, Bela glanced around the neighborhood to get her bearings in this unfamiliar place.

It was a nice enough little place, with clean streets and well-maintained houses. This particular district must've been quite a sleepy one, however, as very few people were around - which was understandable, since it was a Wednesday, 13:00 PM - most were likely busy at work or in school at this hour and this street consisted of mostly private residences, with very few businesses around.

Satisfied with her surroundings, Bela glanced at her target's house next. It was quite a large one, and very easy on her eyes. If she ever owned a house of her own, Bela found herself not opposed to the idea that it would be somewhat similar to this one. She would definitely have more flowers, however. And a library. And a grill. And lots of fireplaces. Maybe a heated swimming pool? Definitely a heated swimming pool.

While considering her future residence, Bela started making a circle around the house's grounds, carefully checking the area for a suitable point of entrance that would not betray her true nature to anyone. Finding a satisfactory spot, the blonde vampire double-checked her surroundings to make sure there were no cameras or onlookers. Seeing none, Bela let out a hum of contentment, before assuming her swarm form and simply flying through the house's second floor window, which was open. Can't blame the humans for not taking proper precautions against a potential invasion by sentient bug-swarm, after all.

Inside the house, Bela carefully took in her new surroundings, even as parts of her swarm detached from her fingers and spread around the house. With her masterful control of the individual bugs, she quickly gained the full picture of the house, as well as the information that it was currently empty of residents.

Shrugging her slender shoulders, the trespassing vampire proceeded into the room that looked like it belonged to some youth - with a gaming rig, posters of hot women and the like.

Appreciating the scenery, Bela found herself determined to wait for the owner to return, before having a friendly, casual conversation with him. To kill some time, the vampire decided to go through his collections of comics, meanwhile.

To her slight annoyance, it was soon apparent that few of them were particularly to her liking, as most of them contained an ample amount of blood and violence - and she had experienced enough of that firsthand to last a lifetime… several of them, in fact.

Bored with the comics, the Dimitrescu daughter started to rummage through the rest of the occupant's stuff. Eventually, her eyes settled on a small framed photograph - of a boy, a girl, a woman and a man - all smiling - a family photo, in all likeness.

"Cute…"

Gently placing the photograph back, Bela was beginning to become restless… and hungry. About to hit the house's fridge in search of some meat, the bug-woman stopped dead in her tracks at the sound of the door slamming open and then shut.

Her prey was home. Letting out a particularly sinister giggle that would've made even Cassandra raise a brow in surprise, Bela dispersed into her swarm fully, leaving her clothes lying on the room owner's bed. The agile bugs, commanded by her hive-mind, all sought various hidden places all over the room - underneath the bed, in the cracks of the floor, inside the large cabin. After several seconds of flurry of black-winged activity, all became still in the room - as if not a single living being was inside, when in reality, a thousand of them were.

Shortly, the footsteps climbing the stairs preceded a tanned boy of an average build and around 15-17 years of age entering the room. The boy wore an annoyed scowl on his face, which turned into an exasperated scoff when he spotted Bela's shoes, jeans and blouse lying on his bed.

"Fucking Mariposa, leaving her junk on my bed… wash your own clothes, you lazy cunt!"

Bela would've chuckled if she had a mouth at that moment of time. That boy definitely sounded like she imagined him to be, even if he was a bit younger than expected. But she would need definite proof before she would reveal herself.

A proof that the boy was quick to provide, by carelessly tossing his backpack into a corner and rushing to his computer in a bid to start his favorite game - unaware of a single black fly perching on his shoulder, watching his every move with its miniscule but sharp eyes.

Without warning, as the boy was about to start another no-doubt heated gaming session, the fly painfully bit him in the neck, making him let out a curse and attempt to swat the annoying insect away - to no avail, as the agile bug simply fluttered out of his palm's path, before perching on the center of the monitor.

Letting out another annoyed curse at the unwelcome interruption, the boy reached for a small flyswatter, before all hell broke loose.

Seemingly out of nowhere, hundreds of large flies appeared to swarm the whole room. Most of them fluttered around without any noticeable pattern; with large masses of them knocking into shelves and dislodging random, small-sized objects in their frenetic swarming. Some of the flies, however, appeared more goal-oriented, with swathes of them knocking the door to the room closed… and locked; the window pushed closed and the curtains tugged shut - turning the whole room quite dark. It was the scene of pure chaos and mayhem of buzzing and chitin.

Horrified from the apparent invasion of his room by a legion of black insects, the boy scrambled to get out of their way - as they would bite painfully whenever they made contact with his skin. Still clutching his flyswatter, he crawled under the desk in a bid to find shelter from the chitinous onslaught. The buzzing was deafening - the auditory assault on his earbuds made the boy cover his ears in a bid to escape the demonic noise. Meanwhile, his mind struggled to process what exactly was happening, even if it quickly realized that it was nothing good... or natural.

Before long, however, the whole swarm started coming together right in the middle of the room - to the boy's utter bewilderment, mixed with a good portion of raw terror.

Instead of chaotically fluttering around the room, all the bugs started to fly in near-perfect synchronicity - making circles around the middle of the room, creating a whirlpool-like effect that was as mesmerizing as it was horrifying.

Despite never being particularly religious or pious - the boy could not help but consider that the Devil himself had come to pay him a visit, as the clothes that he thought belonged to his lazy sister flew right into the middle of the swarm, before the demonic bugs started to fill them up. Seconds later, a clear silhouette of a person was made distinct from the previously rampaging flies. It was like a human, but made out of flies entirely…

The boy was never as afraid in his whole life as he was now. But the Devil was clearly not done with tormenting him, as he felt himself being pushed from underneath the desk by a large number of flies, who promptly conjoined with the bug-person after fulfilling their task of getting him from his hidey hole.

The chittering bug-person - still buzzing with the beat of a thousand tiny wings - made several steps towards the fear-stricken and unmoving boy, before placing a single skittering palm under his chin. The sensation of this so-called limb touching his face was beyond merely revolting, as he could feel every individual, disgusting bug. Despite still being armed with his flyswatter, something in the back of his mind told him that actually using it against this most unnatural of fly-monster would be a big mistake… a grave one, even.

At a motion from the bug-composed hand, the boy lifted his chin up - to gaze into its skittering, horrifying 'face' - made entirely out of swarming mass of chitin and wings. To his unbridled horror, the flies started to slow down and settle much more firmly into their chosen shape. Before long, in stark defiance of everything he had learned in his biology classes, the chittering and buzzing mass of insects formed one solid shape, which quickly started to morph further and further - changing color and composition.

Before his very eyes, what was only seconds ago a frenzied mass of entangled bugs, was now an objectively beautiful face of a gorgeous blonde woman. Likewise, the vomit-inducing bug-composed hand that was gripping his chin was now a slender and pale-skinned, completely human-like limb.

With his flyswatter falling from his hand - unused and forgotten, the boy simply gaped into the fearsome amber orbs of the taller woman that seemingly came together from flies. Her full lips moved in a derisive scowl, before producing a question in a calm, almost pleasant, if somewhat irritated voice.

"Miguel Rodríguez, I presume… or do you prefer to go by 'xxxpussyslayerxxx'?"

The blonde woman spoke his gaming nickname with so much loathing that the boy felt even more frightened right now than when it was a shapeless swarm of bugs that tormented him. At her questioning gaze, he realized that she was expecting an answer, but his tied tongue would just not work…

At seeing his terrified mumbling, Bela let out a sigh of disgust, before roughly shoving the boy away from herself - into his chair. Folding her arms, the vampire simply stared down at her victim and waited for him to regain at least some of his composure. The urge to simply feed upon his youthful man-blood was overwhelming - especially after her little flies got a taste of it, yet the strong-willed elder daughter forced it back, as food was not the purpose of this visit.

Finally, after several seconds of stupefied stuttering, the boy let out a mumbled question. "Wwwwhat are you…?" With a mean smirk, Bela was only too happy to respond.

"Oh, I am the daughter of a person you've claimed to have a sexual relationship with." Upon seeing the distinct lack of comprehension on his face, the blonde Dimitrescu creased her forehead in thought, as she amended her previous statement with a wave of her hand.

"But, I suppose a busy young man like yourself likely has a large number of relationships with a great many mothers."

Letting out an annoyed puff, Bela clarified further. "I am the CM who bought Blademail this morning. That ring any bells?" To her wicked satisfaction, it did - she could see the spark of recognition in his eyes. "You've turned an hour of my life into hell, so...I've decided to come pay you a visit to return the favor, so to speak."

Somehow, however, the act of reminding him about the medium in which Miguel felt most secure and safe in, had a remarkably emboldening effect on the youth. Partially, fear gave way to defiance, as he spluttered out an insult and a threat.

"You bbbbitch! Dddddo you know who my ddddad is? Papa's gggggona murder your fffffucking ass!"

Clicking her tongue in playful annoyance - for she found this situation most amusing - Bela played along.

"Ah, I presume you're referring to Diego Rodríguez, a police captain nefarious for his brutality and known for personally beating several convicted felons to death?"

Not being able to mask his shock at her intimate knowledge of his father, the boy just dumbly nodded, with Bela's smirk growing in intensity. Feeling dramatic and mimicking Cassandra's voice, Bela grabbed her own face with her palms, as if in fright, and let out a mocking, "Oooh, so scary!"

Not letting the young man react to her mocking taunt, Bela - in a blink of an eye - closed the distance between them before roughly grabbing the boy by his throat and forcing him to his feet. With the eye-contact established, the elder Dimitrescu delivered a threat of her own - in a sickly-sweet, casual tone.

"While I do not come even close to my dear sister's bodycount, I've slain my fair share of humans… mayhaps I could exchange some trade secrets with your dear papa? He must have his unique perspective on how to prolong one's suffering. Do you think he would be amenable to sharing some of that valuable insight? Maybe my sister would come visit, as well - that topic is of particular interest to her, after all. We could all have much to talk about, indeed… What do you think, Miguel?"

With the terror-stricken youth not answering, Bela proceeded to slam him into a nearby bookshelf - not hard enough to break any bones, but enough to leave a couple of bruises, as well as to knock the air from his lungs. Along with the air, all specks of defiance were also beaten out of the young man, and while the air eventually returned, the defiance did not. Only fear remained, as he gazed into the cruel amber orbs of his unnatural attacker. Swallowing his fright and his pride, the boy attempted to placate her in any way he could.

"I… am sorry, alright! I did not mean anything when I insulted you or your mom! I was just playing… it was just trashtalk..."

Bela's harsh features quickly shifted to one of cruel mirth, at the mention of her dear mother, as she noted, "I admit, I am a bit tempted to actually introduce you to my mother, since you've claimed to have an intimate relationship with her. You'd make a fine little snack."

Simply imagining how monstrous a mother of such a horrible bug-woman could be, Miguel covered his head with his hands as he channeled out a simple mantra.

"I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry!"

Again, the boy felt that inhumanly powerful hand coiling around his throat as he was lifted up, while her whispered words against his ear did nothing but sent shivers of terror running throughout his spine. "Do you think that's an apology enough? Come to think of it… I am feeling quite peckish and that youthful blood of yours does smell so delicious..."

Miguel could feel her mouth hovering over his neck, with the bug-woman's nose actually touching his skin. A dramatic, overly long sniff she took was succeeded by a dreamy sigh, making the terror bloom within his heart.

Frozen in fright, the boy could only let out a single, meek, "Please…"

The horrible woman ignored his pleading completely, instead giving voice to a peculiar inquiry, "Have you eaten in the last eight hours?"

Miguel could only give a nervous shake of his head in response, making the monstrous bug-woman give him a wide, toothy grin. "Good! You humans have an annoying tendency to void your bowels upon expiration, which honestly ruins the whole palate. Most unpleasant."

Her casual explanation about what she found the most bothersome about a living person's demise paralyzed Miguel utterly. He could do nothing but stand shock-still as the deceptively beautiful bug-monster gave a tentative, probing lick to his jugular vein, before letting out a hearty, "Mhmmm..." as if savoring the taste of his skin. In another situation, he might have found this experience as erotic, but now, Miguel knew nothing but genuine terror for his life.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door banging resonated across the house, making Bela pause in her ministrations of his neck. Soon, an angry yell reached them all the way from the entrance room.

"Miguel, you fucking rat, how many times have I told you not to take my skateboard without permission!?"

"Ah, is that your dear sister, Mariposa? Should we invite her into our little game here?" Bela was quick to whisper into the paralyzed boy's ear. Staring at her aghast, Miguel mumbled out his response with a surprising amount of resolve in it.

"No… please! She did nothing to you…"

The simple fact that this snotty brat actually showed some concern about the well-being of his sister, instead of pointlessly crying for help, actually made Bela consider that perhaps he was more than a dirt stain on this planet. While the Dimitrescu sibling never actually planned on killing or even seriously harming the boy, now she felt like putting a premature end to this lesson in manners.

Letting the boy go, the woman gave out a small hum, before asking frightened Miguel a simple question.

"What have you learned today, Miguel?"

To his credit, he actually thought a bit about the question, before providing a satisfying, if mumbled out and fear-laced answer.

"Umm… to nnnnot insult sssstrangers on the internet?"

Bela let out another hum, happy with his response and his overall bearing in this moment. Tugging the curtains of his window open, she gave the boy a cheeky grin, before offering, "Good boy!" - the grin swiftly morphed into a wicked smile, "You'd better remember it well, lest I'll come back to remind you."

Miguel gulped in clear fright, before nodding his head vigorously, understandably never wanting to see this woman again.

Bela, satisfied with his reaction, opened the window as she let out a small, light-hearted chuckle, before muttering out a quiet revelation.

"I suppose we've both learned valuable lessons today, have we not?"

Watching this strange, indubiously crazy bug-woman appear almost friendly now as she glanced outside the open window, Miguel couldn't help but attempt to satisfy his own curiosity at her weird response.

"Ehm… what have you learned?"

Bela turned around to give him a playful wink, before answering, making his jaw fall to the floor from sheer shock.

"I've learned that Blademail on CM is a suboptimal choice, after all. Ta-ta."

Giving the street one last glance and seeing it empty of people, Bela assumed her swarm form and fluttered right out - before dispersing her swarm in an effort to make it as unnoticeable as possible, with each bug slowly making its way to Darius's car - only to fully coalesce together already inside.

Satisfied with her undeniably petty yet deliciously fun diversion, Bela promptly bid the driver to take her back home, leaving stupefied Miguel behind.

The boy, left alone, was quick to check on his online match history - in a bid to learn of that horribly scary bug-woman's nickname. The next time he saw her on his team, he was nothing but courteous, while offering genuine advice, delivered in the most respectful manner possible. Furthermore, from that day forth, when Miguel played with some other random people who had failed to meet his expectations, he thought twice about insulting them - as the horrifying memory of this most blood-chilling of encounters would not leave his mind for a very long time.


Author's Note:

Well, just because Bela is the most stable of the sisters, doesn't mean she isn't a 'little bit' crazy :P

A little warning for the future - once I finish Alcina's chapter, I might rearrange this story in an alphabetical order, so the latest chapter here will also be the first one.