Pacifica sighed as she listened to her parents go on and on about themselves to the hosts of the dinner party they were attending. The conversations they had were always boring and she was forbidden to speak unless her parents wanted her to confirm a lie they told so she would just sit there for hours bored out of her mind. She would have dosed off if it hadn't been for the sudden noise of glass breaking.
The noise caught hers and everyone else attention and they turned in the direction of where it came from. The source of it was a glass pitcher that had been dropped by one of the help. A woman in her thirties with blonde hair and blue eyes. Her face had gone pale and she looked like she had just seen a ghost.
"Clumsy fool! Look what you've done?!" The wealthy host of the party scolded.
But the woman didn't seem to be paying attention. Her gaze was planted right on Pacifica's mother.
"Priscilla?" The woman asked shakingly. "Priscilla is that...Is that really you?...You're alive?"
"I don't know who you are!" Priscilla claimed proudly.
"It's me. Charlotte."
A look of utter horror crossed her mother's face when she heard these words.
"You are mistaken for I have never known a Charlotte in all my life."
"Priscilla how can you say that?"
"Excuse me but who are you and how do you know my mother?" Pacifica asked.
"Pacifica be silent!" Her mother snapped.
"My name is Charlotte Hoffman and I'm her sister."
The crowd gasped.
"That is a lie! I have no sister! I'm an only child!" Priscilla denied.
"Priscilla why are you lying?"
"You have me confused with someone else!"
"No I don't."
"I refuse to stay here and be insulted! Me a wealthy woman of high stature related to a common maid? That's absurd! Preston, Pacifica, grab your things we're leaving."
Before Pacifica could say a word her parents were already forcing her out of there.
"Sister wait!" Charlotte cried going after them. "Stop! Why are you doing this?"
"I am not your sister! Now get away from me!"
"But-"
"I said get away from me!"
She then struck Charlotte across her face knocking her to the ground. Charlotte looked up at Priscilla with a face full of betrayal and heartbreak. But Priscilla's face held no remorse or regret neither did her father's but Priscilla's held great pity and suspicion. They got into their limo which drove them back home. On their way there Pacifica couldn't help but wonder about the woman's name. Charlotte Hoffman, she knew she had heard the name before but where?
All it took was a glance down at her bracelet to realize where she had heard it. Charlotte Hoffman was the name of a the jewel witch who previously owned the bracelet and the diary she found. According to reports Charlotte's whereabouts were unknown and she had lost all of her family save for one sister who had vanished. Could her mother be that missing sister? That would explain why Pacifica had the powers of a jewel witch. But then again this woman might be some crazy person making a mistake. She needed to find out for sure.
When she got home she pulled out the diary and began reading all the pages but not a single one provided any information save for the same name that could indicate that her mother and that woman were related. Then on the last page she found something tucked inside of it. It was a small photo of a family. A family which consisted of six people, a grown man with blonde hair, a grown woman with light brown hair, two teenage girls with light brown hair, a young man with blonde hair, and a little girl who also had blonde hair. She flipped the photo and found writing on the back that read:
September 28th 1909, the Hoffman family. Olaf and Susanne Hoffman age 42, Rudy Hoffman age 23, Alexandra Hoffman age 19, Priscilla Hoffman age 17, and Charlotte Hoffman age 10.
Pacifica noticed that Charlotte looked very familiar at that age. Starting to realize something she went down her family's gallery and searched for a photo of herself when she was ten. She found one of herself at that age and compared to the one in her hand. Both she and Charlotte looked alike. She also noticed that Susanne looked a lot like her mother. Did this mean that they were in fact related?
...
Dipper hungrily licked his chops as he gazed at the fat, plump, chickens squawking and running around at a local chicken farm. In one swift move he charge into the farm, dodging security alarms and traps, then entered the chicken coop causing the birds to run around wild.
"Yes that's it! Run! Run you fat hens! That only makes the hunt more fun!"
Interesting fact, it is the nature of werewolf, devil, or vampire to crave meant abd to enjoy a challenge and neither Dipper, Manny, or Steven were any exception. Whenever they craved meat and a challenge they would sneak in and rob local farmers. However all three boys had different tastes. Manny preferred red abd dark meat so he would steal from cow, sheep, bison farmers. Steven preferred white meat so he stole from pig, goat, and turkey farms. As for Dipper he liked poultry do he would steal from chicken, duck, and goose farms.
Once Dipper had caught a chicken and heard the gun shots of the angry farmer he bolted out of the coop, hopped over the fence, and ran all way back to the organization where he prepared to enjoy his snack.
Ring-Ring!
"Hello?" Dipper said answering the phone.
"Dipper where are you?"
"Eating a snack."
"Well hurry up and meet me down at the Ghent residence."
"Why?"
"You'll find out."
"Is it an emergency?" He said desperately trying to keep his snack from running away.
"Yes. So I need you to hurry up and-" CLUCK! "What on earth was that?"
"My snack."
"Dipper is that a live chicken?"
"Not for long."
"Oh yuck! Just get over here."
She hung up. Dipper killed the chicken, ate it raw, then went to meet her at the mansion that belonged to the Ghent Family.
"Okay so why did you drag me down here?" He asked.
"Do you remember that family we read about? The Hoffmans?"
"Yeah what about them?"
"Well I just found Charlotte Hoffman last night."
"Really? I thought she was dead."
"She's not and I think we might be related."
"We?"
"Me and her."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well she's a jewel witch just like me, last night she claimed that my mother was her sister, and while looking in her diary I found this picture of her when she was ten and she looks exactly like I did at that age."
"So why am I here?"
"Because you're a werewolf so you can tell if two people are related by smelling their blood right?"
"I guess."
"Okay so you're here to do a blood test. Find out if Charlotte and I have the same blood."
"I don't know if it's that simple but I guess it's worth a shot."
They went up to the manor door and knocked on it. They asked if they could speak to Charlotte but she had been fired for making a scene last night and was last seen trying to a job at a bar. The two of them found her getting shouted at by a drunk customer who poured his drink on her. They followed her outside into the alleyway where she broke down sobbing.
"Um...Excuse me." Pacifica said startling the woman.
"Ah! Who are you? What do you want?" She gasped.
"Hi you probably don't remember me but I...I was at the party last night and I.."
"Please don't beat me! I didn't mean to cause any trouble I just-"
"No. That's not it, we've never met before but my name is Pacifica Northwest, I'm Priscilla Northwest's daughter and I think we could be related."
"Priscilla had a daughter? Strange you don't look anything like her."
"Yeah I get that alot. Listen I want to make sure that we are related before we jump to the reunion so would you mind picking your finger with this?"
Pacifica handed her a needle. Charlotte looked at suspiciously but nevertheless pricked her finger with it and let three drops of blood fall. Pacifica then took the needle from her and did the same thing. Dipper sniffed both drops of blood and found that they had a similar scent.
"Well?" Pacifica asked.
"Well the connection isn't too strong, possibly because she's your aunt and not someone close like a mother or sister but I'd say it's a match." Dipper said.
"Excuse me young man but what on earth are you talking about?" Charlotte asked.
"Now don't be alarmed lady but...I'm half werewolf." Dipper said.
"What?!"
"Don't panic! I don't eat human flesh I swear! And I'm perfectly harmless I swear! And was just checking to see if you and Pacifica were actually related and you are."
Charlotte looked at Pacifica.
"So you're my niece?"
"It would appear that way." Pacifica said.
"Why did you believe me about what I said last night?"
"Well for one thing my mother's never been honest about anything and also I found this in my attic." She held up the diary.
"My diary." Charlotte said taking it from her. "Last time I saw this I was ten years old. I thought I had lost it in the fire."
"The fire? Charlotte I want to know something, how did you and my mother get separated? And what do you mean a fire?"
Charlotte sighed and was quiet for a moment then sat down.
"It was nineteen years ago. I was only ten, the six of us were getting ready for school and work when suddenly he appeared."
"Who?"
"The one eyed demon. It all happened do fast, he just came crashing through the windows surrounded by the fire's of hell. Slaughtering everything in it's path. Whils my father, mother, and brother Rudy fought the demon my osister Alexandra hid me in the wine cellar and told me not to come out no matter what I heard. I smelled smoke and I heard screaming. When I woke up I was in the arms of a policeman and I saw that my home had been burned to the ground and that my parents, my brother, and my sister were all lying dead on the ground. I lost everything that day, my family, my home, everything."
"What about my mother?"
"When I didn't see her body I looked everywhere for her but it was like she had completed vanished. After awhile I assumed that she had died along with everyone else in my family. So you can imagine my reaction when I saw her last night, alive and well. But she denied even knowing who I was."
"Don't be too surprised Mother doesn't really show love and affection to anyone not even me and I'm her daughter."
"If you don't mind me asking how is Priscilla? What has she become?"
"Do you want the truth or what the papers say?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"Look I hate to break it to you but Mother is well...A selfish, heartless, un loving, shrew."
"Oh...I see. Well she-"
"Pacifica!" A harsh voice called from a limousine. It was her parents.
"What are you doing in this dirty alleyway?" Her father called.
"With that dirty urchin!" Priscilla pointing to Dipper.
"Hey!" Dipper shouted insulted.
Priscilla looked over at Charlotte and like before had a look of shock and horror on her face which then turned to rage and disgust.
"Pacifica get into the limousine now!" She ordered.
"Why?"
"Nevermind why! Just do it!"
"But I-"
"Now!"
She sighed and joined her parents in the limousine. It drove them back to the manor where she would receive an awful scolding.
"Just what the hell were you doing with that disgusting boy?" Preston denanded.
"He's not disgusting!" Pacifica argued. "His name is Dipper and he's my friend."
"Friend? You're actually friends with people like that? Have you no shame?"
"And why were you hanging around that woman?" Priscilla asked.
"You mean my aunt?"
Her mother froze in terror giving her all the confirmation she needed that her mother knew that Charlotte was her suster.
"Pacifica you can't honestly believe that crazy woman's lies. I mean they're just words."
"Actually Mother I have things besides words that have me convinced. Like this." She held up Charlotte's diary.
"Where did you get that?"
"Where do you think? In the place where you and Father bury all your secrets. In the attic."
"You rotten little snoop! How dare you go in there! You know you're not allowed!"
"Yeah because you were afraid that I might find out one of your dirty secrets. Like the fact that everyone in Father's family is a lair and a thief and that you pretty much erased your family out of shame!"
"How dare you talk to us like that!" Preston shouted. "We are your parents!"
"Your sperm joing with her egg doesn't mean anything if you don't really love or care about me."
"Love you? Care about you? Do you really think that's why we chose to have you? We had you because we needed an heir. I needed a son should would carry on my duties but I had daughter! I had no need for a daughter! And I would've left you at an orphanage if the complications of your birth hadn't of resulted in your mother losing her ability to bear anymore children!"
Now any other child who had this from their father would have most likely burst into tears but Pacifica was so used to her father being such a cruel man that it didn't shock or hurt her at all. She knew her parents never loved her so this was no surprise.
"So we kept you and decided that we would marry you off to some wealthy man or high status. Which is about the time we do that. Mr. Ghent's brother Horace has had his eye on you for quite some time. He asked for your hand in marriage a few weeks ago and I accepted."
"You what?!"
"He's rich and educated, a suitable match for you."
"But he's forty-five years old not to mention ugly, boring, and mean! And I don't even like him!"
"Ha! As if that has anything to do with marriage." Her mother scoffed. "Do you honestly think your father and I like each other? We didn't I only married him because he was rich."
"And I only married her because she was the town beauty at the time." Her father said. "You have beauty and money so you're perfect for Horace."
"But I can't marry him!"
"You can and you will! The plans have already been made. You'll be married by next month at least and after that I expect you to bear a son. You will not coddle him, you'll let a nanny raise him then when he's ten turn him over top my care so I may teach him the family business."
"No!" She screamed.
"What did you say to me?"
"I said no! I will not let that happen! I will not marry an okd man I don't even like just so you can have more money! And any child bring into this world I will make sure it's as far away from you as possible!"
"How dare you! I am your father!"
"You are a cruel, greedy, selfish, lying, abusive man and I'm ashamed to call you my father! I'd rather die then marry someone like Horace and I'd rather die then let you take any child I have and raise it to be like you!"
He sized her roughly by the arm and glared at her with hate in his eyes.
"You will not defy me!" He growled.
"I will! And besides Father Horace won't want to marry me anyway once he finds out my little secret."
"What secret?"
"I'm not a virgin anymore."
"What?!" He bellowed.
"That's right I lost virginity! And you wanna know to who? A busboy! A poor busboy who I got drunk with!"
"You ungrateful, revolting, disrespectful, little whore!"
He slapped her right across her face, knocking her to the floor. When she tried to get back up he knocked her down again then grabbed his cane.
"I'll teach you some respect!"
Now unknown to them, Pacifica had dropped her bracelet in the alleyway and Dipper was on his way over there to return it. When he arrived heard glass breaking and screaming, Pacifica screaming. Concerned he picked the lock to the manor door and quietly sneaked inside. He followed the noises to the living room where he saw Preston beating something repeatedly with his cane.
"You filith! You tramp! You whore! You dirty, pathetic, useless whore!" He shouted.
Dipper followed Preston's cane to the target of which it was hitting and was horrified. There lying on the floor, was Pacifica unconscious, broken, blooded, and brusied everywhere. Dipper felt a great anger rise in him, an anger he hadn't known since he lost his sister, and anger that made his eyes flash yellow with a burning hatred for the man he was looking at. His fangs, claws, and fur grew all around his body and he let out a howl that practically shook the earth.
Preston and his wife turned around and froze when they saw the large, angry, and vicious wolf like man standing in the room. Preston dropped his cane and tried to reach for his riffle only to have Dipper in one swift move knocked the riffle out of his hand, tackle him to the floor, and strangle him. Priscilla ran out of the room screaming while Preston went out of his way to breathe but Dipper had no intention of letting him live.
"No! Stop!" Preston choked. "Please just let me live!"
"Let you live?! Let you live?! LET YOU LIVE?! You son of a bitch! You try to beat your own daughter to death and you think you deserve to live!" He snarled.
Dipper threw him against the wall then grabbed him by his throat.
"Ever since she was born all you've done is beat her like she's some mule! Now you're gonna try to kill her! She's your daughter, your own flesh and blood! Does that mean anything to you, you piece of shit?!"
He pulled him into a choke hold and brought his ear to his fangs.
"I should kill you right now! Give you a slow and painful death like you were willing to do to her! But you know what? That would be too easy. I want you to suffer! Suffer greatly and nothing will make a Northwest suffer more than his reputation being hurt!"
"What do you mean?"
Suddenly the air was filled with horrible shout of pain and sheer agony. What Dipper had done to Preston would no doubt cause him great suffering. Once he had finished Dipper scooped up Pacifica's body and carried her out of there so fast that no one could see them. When the authorities arrived all they found was broken glass and Preston lying on the ground with his face mauled and marred by razor sharp claws. No doubt the finest plastic surgeons would be hired to restore his face but they would only be able the wounds and in the end his face would be forever scarred, swollen, and grotesque looking.
Meanwhile Dipper had rushed Pacifica back to the organization.
"Help!" He shouted. "Help! I need Frida stat!"
"Why?" Steven said walking toward him. "What's the matter? Is everything o- Oh my God! What happened?"
"Her father beat her half to death! I think he's broken every bone in her body! I need Frida to heal her, where is she?"
"She's not here."
"Well where is she?"
"She and Manny went to Carolina for a secret job. They've been gone for two weeks, they'll be back by tomorrow."
"Oh God I don't think she'll make it."
"Alright don't panic. Listen she's human and it's just beatings so there's no harm in taking her to the hospital."
"Yes there is her father's there and so are the police. If the see me I might go to hail."
"Dipper what exactly did you do?"
"Okay don't freak out but I...I mauled off her father's face!"
"You what?! Dipper are you crazy?"
"I couldn't control myself Steven! If you had only seen what was happening! He was beating her over and over again, he was trying to kill her! I lost control! Something took over my mind and then the next thing I know he's on the floor looking at me with his face almost torn off."
"Man I expected sonething like this from Manny, even me, but you? The smart one? The calm one?"
"I swear to you Steven I have never done that except one other time."
"When was that?"
"When my sister died. When I found out I was so sad and then I heard the rumors."
"What rumors?"
"They say sge killed herself because she had been sleeping with men for money and became depressed over it. They calked her a whore, just lije Pacifica's father called her a whore. Then I git so angry that I snapped, it was like something buried deep inside had finally been let loose and I changed, I attacked, I killed. That was the day I found out I was half werewolf and it was on that day I vowed that I'd never that happen again and it didn't until now. Why? Why did this happen again?"
"Dipper I may not be as smart as you but I think I know. We're bi-deities meaning we're half human half paeanormal being, which also means all three of us have a strong and dangerous, paranormal powers that are tied to human emotions. So if we ever get angry or sad or scared our powers respond to tgat and sometimes they take over and drive us to do things we wouldn't do."
"That ever happen to you?"
"Of course it did. I watched my father die right in front of me and I killed his murders in cold blood. There's an evil inside us and it wants us to do horrible things, to lose control, to kill so it attaches itself to our human emotions but it helps and hurts us. The hate, anger, fear, and sadness we feel helps the darkness take over but it's the feelings of love, forgivness, guilt, and hope that bring us out of the darkness and back into the light."
"Wow you know Steven you can be very wise sometimes."
"So can you."
