I feel kind of bad because of the whole, Lily was killed thing, so here's your long dated explanation, don't judge.

Ten months, twenty five days since Cassandra Redfern's death.

As I walk to the cemetery, I can feel the power of lives lost greet me. Human souls that have found piece, sometimes even witches souls, or at last lost ones. Those who had never known the joy of doing a spell, the power of Hellwise's words flowing through them. Magic, pure, undefinable magic.

I keep walking, my blond hair falling in waves behind me, hidden slightly under by black fedora. Though time may have changed, some styles are meant forever. And it is black, which is one proper way to honor the dead. At least on mortal terms. But then again, I'm not mortal.

I stop on a hill, shutting my eyes, brining in the twilight air. The sun had started to set, meeting the earth to being it's warm rays of light to another part of the world while the moon lit up the dark sky here. A balance that was old as time itself.

"Excuse me," a gruff man's voice broke me out of my trance. I opened my eyes. An old man, thinning gray hair with hard hazel eyes was staring at me. He was leaning on h a shovel, his faded denim overalls crusted with grass dirt and dust. He didn't want me here at all, his body language said so. But I wasn't ready to leave.

"Cemetery's closing in ten minutes." He said in his deep voice.

I nodded.

"You might wanna be headin' out soon then." He added, like I wasn't smart enough to know said fact.

I nodded, but pursed my lips. 'I'm sorry, but….I have to say something. To my sister."

His face didn't soften up at all. "Sister eh?"

I nodded again. "Half-sister actually. I….I didn't get to know her well, and she left too soon before I could." I can feel tears start to come to my eyes. "It's not a pretty story but, my father had used her to do bad things. And she died before she could realize what they were."

The old man's face was now blank. "How old…"

"She was six," I whispered.

Suddenly, the man's face changed and he was gesturing towards the horizon. "Just go, but go quickly. I've gotta get home too…"

I nodded, and then, I was walking as quickly as I could to the grave that I'd never gone to before.

I found it, easily. It was a little plot with a small stone, and an angel on it. The angel was just of a little girl, with curls and tiny stone wings. She sat on top of the stone silently, watching the world as it moved on without her, a place she would never be part of.

Next to the stone was a little pink rabbit, it was dirty and ragged. The tiny circlet it wore dark and brown, but it was still beautiful. I knew it well, I'd seen her hold it for a long time.

I sat down across from the stone, my eyes low, away from the angel's gaze. I thought it was an accusing one, one I wasn't ready to face, and I never would be.

"Hello, Cassandra." I whispered. "I know you probably don't know me. I wasn't exactly myself when we met. I'm sorry. It's taken me so long to visit you, I bet you I've probably had enough visitors for a long time, but….I had to see you." I took a deep breath. "Cassandra, my name is Roseclear. Roseclear Redfern. It may be hard to believe but, I'm your sister. Or at least, your half-sister. You never really met me, as me." Another deep breath. "I was raised as a witch. Far away from my father because he turned my sisters into monsters. Like he turned you into one.

"I think he made you because he lost me. My mother raised me as a witch, to try and make god of the evil that he'd caused the rest of her family. I'm half witch and half vampire. I think I'll live forever, though I don't know. My mother died….a long time ago, but I haven't." I shut my eyes. "Cassandra, I am so sorry. And Lily too. You see I failed Lily. She was your other half-sister. When she died, Father tried to bring her back too. He had issues with letting go, but he could never fully bring her back. She was just his slave, his henchman. She wasn't his real daughter anymore, but he would never destroy her. So…I had to."

I can feel the tears running freely now. "I had to save her. To set her free to where she belonged and once I had, I knew I'd done the right thing. She took you away because she was jealous, it was funny too see. A monster, something whose not really there be jealous but she was. Still, she was my sister and I owed it to her to set her free….just like I had to do to you."

"I never knew you for that long, but seeing you there. Lying on the floor as you took you final breath, I knew that that was the worst thing that I'd ever done and it was the thing I'd regret for the rest of my life." I sighed, wiping my face. "I used a spell to change into my sister. I looked like her, acted like her, and I killed you….And….Cassandra I'm so sorry."

Opening my eyes I stood and walked over to the grave, crouching down and letting my finger trail the letters of her name etched in stone. "Goddess, I'm so sorry. I wish…I wish I could have saved you.
I wish I could have killed Hunter, not you but I knew he wouldn't have cared. He only cared about you, and now he only cares about winning this war. But you have to know, I wish I could have saved you. Made you the angel that I know you were. The pure, sweet little girl that was taken away from you and replaced with the monster that our father turned you into." I finally looked up, and met the angle's stony gaze. "I love you, Cassandra. I always will."