Okay just a little bit longer I promise Ciel and his posy will come up soon. I have the entire story finished I'm just editing which is taking forever I'm currently working on the 2nd part so keep reading and supernatural love awaits you….

Chapter 2

I'm done crying. But just because I don't, doesn't mean I don't want to. In fact that's all I want to do. I put on the black dress and waited for the carriage to arrive to take me to cemetery. I clenched my necklace and closed my eyes taking in one last breath before leaving his office. Charrs walked in with my coat in his arms. "Madam everything is packed and ready for your departure, the carriage awaits." I nodded, taking the final look at walls that held all the memories in place.

When I first came here to live with my uncle I didn't know what to expect. He treated me like a princess, showering me with attention, gifts and love. It was the first time I actually ever spent time with him so I was shy at first. He comforted me when I cried over my mother's death which was the reason I came to live with him. When she died my father disappeared leaving everything behind including the company and me. His brother Macon, my uncle, was there through everything. Since he's gone too I took over his company as well. I'm not scared, he taught me well. He taught me everything there is to know about running a company, he provided me with the best education possible. "Don't depend on anyone but yourself," he told me.

I can't handle being here another day. Everything reminds me of him, this place is filled with too many memories. It's been a two months since his death, two never ending months. But I must go on, I'm moving to England, and I'm not second guessing myself. My uncle and I were planning to move there for business reasons and had hired people to build our new mansion. He gave the workers an ex amount of time to finish and it should be done by now. But before I head to my new home I must go and settle business with the queen.

Uncle Macon had some business with her. He had business in England and the queen but on top of that he was in some sort of secret council. I'm not sure what kind all I know is that is wasn't shared with the public. Every time I asked him he just smiled and shook his head. I was going to discuss only business this time. When my uncle died so did his spot in the council, at least at this moment.

I looked up at Charrs who was waiting for me at the door; I walked to him letting him put my coat on me. "Have you said your goodbyes?" He asked with a complacent tone. I nodded and began to walk to the front door, he followed right behind me. The workers were just finishing loading my things onto the carriages. I ignored Charrs hand and stepped into the carriage on my own. I looked nowhere but the window to see my beautiful trees and flowers one last time. My throat began to tighten but I wasn't going to let a single sigh leave my lips. I looked down at my lap letting my hair fall over and cover my face. I was surprised when I felt a cool breeze hit my cheek. I shyly touched my face and realized that I was crying. I thought I was dry, dry from any water in me. I felt a thrust and the carriage began to move. I looked out the window and watched the images pass by. Goodbye Boston, I'm running away and I don't know if I'll ever return.

We arrived at the docks and the ship was waiting for us. Several workers ran out to take my belongings onto the ship. I hesitated before stepping out, I felt nervous to even be there. The last time I was here was with my uncle Macon. We were leaving to France for a business trip I had to attend. There was a private section filled with beautiful ships that transported tea all over the world. Each boat had the same name on the side along with a number Corvus meaning ravens in Latin.

Latin, the secret language my family knows passing its knowledge down through generations. Ravenlyn was my uncle's last name and also mine. I always wondered how people would react if they knew what we really were. Uncle Macon always said not to attract attention to ourselves. He said people were afraid and against anything different and wouldn't except us for who we really are. "One day this will all be yours, every beautiful ship here will run on your command." He said to me with his arm on my shoulder. "One day," came much more sooner than I ever hoped for.

I finally stepped out of the carriage after everything was ready to go and on the boat. The only one missing was me. I walked onto the boat and took a look at the ships around us. They were all coming with me to England, and so was the company, it was all part of the plan Uncle Macon made. The steam shot up and we were off into the ocean of wonders. I took in the view of the name Corvus floating in the water so free and carless, without a chance of drowning. The breeze tickled my face and pushed my hair pass my ears.

"Will you ever return?" I turned to find Charrs standing next to me. Hi tailcoat slightly moved as the wind hit .

"I'm not sure," I said my voice sounding so firm. "Maybe, someday." I wanted to keep going, I haven't spoken to anyone in such a long time, and I felt this need to ramble on and on. "Charrs?" I asked feeling a little apprehensive as he walked to my side and leaned on the edge of the boat like I was. "I..." My words were being stubborn and wouldn't cooperate with me but I kept pushing until I couldn't stop them. "If I wanted...if I want... I could've known who killed my uncle, but I... I don't want to see his death if I went back in time. I never want to see anyone's death. I can't help but feel disgusting for letting the killer free and probably hurting someone else. Doesn't that make me just as bad?" My voice began to fade, sounding too scared to continue. Being a Caster meant I had super natural abilities. A while back I learned that Casters can read time, meaning I could go back in time. I looked at Charrs hoping for a reaction but received the opposite. He just kept his gazing out into the ocean.

"Mistress, I'm fully aware of your powers as a Caster. But weather you choose to use them is entirely up to you. Not using them for your benefit doesn't make you a horrible person. Besides even if you knew who it was I doubt you will be able to catch them. Not because your physically unable to but because of your tight schedule." His voice rose to a high pitch as he pulled out his pocket watch from the inside of his tail coat and checked the time. "I'm certain that no mortal killed him. It takes a great deal of power to kill an Incabus."

"I suppose you have a point. Revenge sounds so bittersweet, maybe it's not even worth it. But I want them to feel the same pain I'm going through. I'm not completely aware of how strong I am, but my Uncle always told me that I was currently the strongest and most powerful one. That's why he made me holdback my true abilities. I feel blessed for these powers but sometimes I just wish I was never involved with the Caster world."

I tried my best not to think of any of this, but it was always lingering in the back of my head. My life is so messed up. I don't like to be alone all the time because it leaves me with my thoughts, but yet I can't stand to be surrounded. I stared into the ocean, watching as the fog hovered along the waves. The air was so fresh and salty, it soothed me and I felt a small portion of relief enter me as I closed my eyes. I finally headed inside to my room and decided to take a nap having nothing better to do.

I don't remember going to sleep that night. As always I woke up with tears already in my eyes dreaming the same thing every time which is absolutely nothing. And if it's not that then I just simply can't remember my dreams. I woke up before anyone else came to wake me up, as always. The maid came in and opened my drapes displaying the view of the smoky ocean. "How are you feeling today Lea?" I looked at her and smiled back as I lifted myself from my bed to stretch.

"I'm okay." I said with a yawn interrupting. She wore her apron and her hair in a braid that slid all the way down her waist. She turned around smiling at me. I looked straight at her brown eyes surrounded by small noticeable wrinkles. She put her hand on her curvy hips shaking her small head that matches her tiny body. There's no denying that she was old. She never tells me how old she was and when I ask she made a face and says "old enough". She went into the bathroom and prepared my bath. I willingly made my bed and chose my close not wanting to look for them while dripping wet especially in this cold weather. It's February and the cold is still cruising around. I chose a purple skirt with a complex design stitched on the hem (Amma made me when I first moved in with her and Uncle Macon), complimented with a white blouse. I got out some stockings because I knew the weather wasn't going to improve, not the way I'm feeling.

No matter where I am the weather will always give away my emotions its part of my powers as an Incas. Incas: half Caster and half Incabus. I came from the strongest Caster, a Natural meaning that my mother's powers were reflected in nature. And the world's most powerful Incabus. An odd couple now that I think of it my mother was so beautiful and sweet, she was the most wonderful person I've ever known. Yet she married someone so...? I guess from what my uncle has told me an Incubus's transformation changes them entirely. I learned that when I saw what my father did. My father was so beautiful just like my mother and he loved me just as she did. We were all one happy family. That is until he started transforming. Everyone thought he was a mortal because he didn't transform as early like all of his brothers and every other Incabus before. The black sheep in the family is what they called him. But he didn't care he was happy, he saw how much his brothers changed, how selfish they became. It was shocking for everyone when he started transforming at such an old age, after he had already settled down.