Lucy's mouth opened and closed rapidly. "That can't be the only way to save him," she said. "Think of something else!"

"I understand why you're so worried," Alistair said. "Your father can be quite unreasonable when he puts his mind to it, but I'm sure that if you explain Damon was injured in the act of saving your life, he'll be more reasonable."

"You think?" Lucy asked skeptically. "I don't know."

She looked down at Damon, who gave a loud moan. "Please," he said. "Take your time thinking about what to do about me. I have all the time in the world."

Lucy put a hand on his arm and he let out a groan. "I guess I don't have any choice, do I?" She asked. "If I want Damon alive, I have to go see Daddy."

"Yes," Alistair nodded. "But no one said anything about you having to go by yourself. Why don't you take Roxanne with you? As I remember, she's fond of Damon also, and she and your father have a rapport. He might acquiesce to you if Roxanne makes the request."

Lucy sighed. "All right," she said. "I'll ask Roxie if she wants to come, but I doubt she will. She'll probably just laugh in my face and shut the door."

"You'll never know until you try, though." Alistair looked down at Damon. "I would go as quickly as you can. You don't have all the time in the world, you know."

Lucy watched as Alistair helped Damon over to the sofa, then looked at Damon for a long moment and kissed him briefly before running out of the house.

Roxie heard the knocking on her bedroom door and got off the bed to call out, "Vince, if that's you, I'm not speaking to you."

"I just wanted to tell you Lucy's come by," he said. "She wants to talk to you. She says it's urgent."

Roxie sighed. "Fine." She opened the door and glared at Vince before pushing her way past him and walking to the front door to find herself face to face with her younger sister. "It's late," she said. "What do you want?"

"This is probably gonna sound ridiculous, but I need a favor. Listen to what it is before you get mad and shut me out," Lucy said.

"Well, all right then," Roxie told her. "If it's so important, you have a minute."

"Damon's been bitten by a werewolf," Lucy said quickly. "It happened while he was trying to save my life. I'm afraid he's going to die!"

"What?" Roxie asked. "You let him get bitten? Why couldn't you have just taken the bullet?"

"Well, I don't know!" Lucy yelled. "It was either him or me. It's great to see you have so much love for me."

"A werewolf bite wouldn't have killed you," Roxie said testily. "At least not forever. You would have died, but two or three days later, you would have woken up as a human. Your inactive werewolf gene would have saved you from the permanent effects of the bite. Do you know anything about your werewolf side?"

"Not really," Lucy said, feeling herself blush. "Mom and Uncle Elijah never really talked about it."

Roxie rolled her eyes. "This is just pathetic!" She said. "Don't you realize whose daughter you are?"

Lucy nodded. "And speaking of him, that's why I need the favor. I took Damon to Alistair's after he got bitten and Alistair said there's a way to save Damon from the bite, but it requires getting Dad's blood. Now, given recent events, I doubt Dad would just hand his blood over to me to save Damon if I went by myself and asked for it, but I figured if you came with me, he'd be more likely to say 'yes', seeing as how you and he have such a good relationship and all."

Roxie scoffed. "What good relationship? We haven't sat down and had a decent conversation in like a million years."

Lucy began pushing Roxie toward the door. "Well, I think that with Damon's existence on the line, now is as good a time as any to break that pattern, don't you?"

"I'm going out, Vince!" Roxie called. "Take the time while I'm gone to practice groveling And I expect an apology by the time I get back."

Caroline woke up with a start as she heard the glass in some of the downstairs windows break. "Someone's downstairs!" She whispered urgently. "Want me to go take care of it?"

When Klaus didn't wake up, Caroline let out a groan, threw the covers aside and negotiated her way through the darkness and down the stairs that led to the ground level of the house. She saw two dark shapes by the door. They were both small and slim. Baring her teeth, she ran at them, pushing the smaller of the two to the ground. They tussled for a short while until the other figure grabbed Caroline by her hair and sank fangs into her neck. Baring her nails, Caroline began scratching at the person who was holding her down until the figure underneath her squirmed away, got up and reached the light switch. Light blossomed in the room and she found herself face to face with a tired, bloody Lucy and Roxie.

"Oh, my god!" Caroline panted. "If it was just the two of you, why didn't you come in through the door?"

"The door was stuck," Lucy said."Then we pulled the knob out. After that, Roxie thought the window would be quicker. We're sorry that we frightened you."

"I'm not," Roxie said, her chin out.

"All right," Lucy said, "I'm sorry if we frightened you."

"Why don't we all sit down?" Caroline suggested. "And you can tell me why you're here at this time of the night."

"We need to talk to Daddy," Lucy said. "Is he up?"

"Now I am," Klaus said as he appeared at the bottom of the stairs. "It's impossible for a person to sleep with all the racket the three of you were making down here." He looked grumpy.

"You don't sound happy to see us, Daddy," Roxie said. "Couldn't you sound the least bit happy to see us?"

"Well, it depends on why you came," Klaus said. "Why did you come now? Why couldn't it have waited until morning?"

"Lucy's loverboy is on the brink of death," Roxie said. "He got himself bitten by a werewolf saving her life and now she wants you to give her some of your blood so she can feed it to him, he won't die, and the two of them can live happily ever after."

Klaus stared at Lucy for a moment. "No," he said simply. "Absolutely not. Now that that's settled, we can all go back to bed."

"It is not settled!" Lucy said angrily, running over to block the stairway. "I do not accept that answer!"

"Move," Klaus said. "Lucy, I am really too tired to deal with this right now."

"It's not hard," Lucy said. "Just give me enough blood to save Damon, then we'll leave and you can go back to sleep. It's your stubbornness that's drawing this out and making it much harder than it needs to be."

"I don't see why I should have to save you from your own mistake," Klaus said. "If you had just let the werewolf bite you, then Damon wouldn't have had to die. Look on this as a learning experience."

He picked her up and carried her over to the sofa, locking eyes with Roxie. "Roxanne, would you restrain your sister until I've made it safely to my bed?"

Roxie nodded. "Of course, Daddy," she said, and then as much as sat on Lucy until Klaus and Caroline went back upstairs to their bed, leaving Roxie and Lucy alone in the living room.

"Thank you so much for your help," Lucy said sourly. "I knew that you wouldn't do a thing for me."

"Well, the important thing is that you had the guts to try," Roxie said. "Not many people would have the guts to defy Dad like you did."

"Not even you apparently," Lucy told her. "You took a stand against him when you were six years old. Why can't you do it again to help your sister? Or even to save Damon? I thought you cared about him."

"That stand ruined my relationship with Dad!" Roxie said. "And the only way for me to fix it is to do whatever he says, even if in some weird way I do care about you, and I'm really upset about Damon dying."

"That's just sad!" Lucy told her. "Maybe I would have been better off coming by myself!" And with that, she strode out of the house, leaving Roxie alone on the sofa in the darkened living room.

"Selina!" Elijah said as he came into the dining room, which was covered ceiling to floor with party decorations, "What are you doing to poor Gregory? He looks absolutely ridiculous!"

Selina looked down at Gregory, whose little head was almost completely covered by his brightly colored party hat. "He does not look ridiculous!" Selina said. "He looks like he's having a party!" She looked him over. "And I think it's you who looks ridiculous," she said. "Who comes to a party in a three-piece suit?"

"I do!" Elijah said. He sat down next to Gregory's high chair and Selina stuck a hat on his head. "There!" She said. "Now you fit in and are festive like the rest of us. Put Gregory in your lap so I can take a picture of him and you on his first birthday."

"I will not!" Elijah said. "I refuse to not only look like a fool, but to have it documented for posterity!"

Selina snapped a picture and it made him start. "What's that for?" He asked. Selina surveyed the photo. "Why don't you smile this time?" She suggested. "Your mother wants pictures and I think she wants them happy."

Elijah just looked at her stonily. "The sooner you smile the sooner you can take the hat off," Selina told him. He grinned painfully at the camera and Selina snapped the picture of him and Gregory. "There," she said. "Was that so bad?"

Elijah took off his hat and tried to take off Gregory's too, but was met with a shriek of protest. "See?" Selina said. "Unlike you, your son appreciates a little festivity on his special day."
"I appreciate festivity!" Elijah said. "But there is a difference between classy festivity and what we've got going on here."

Selina narrowed her eyes. "Well, when it's your birthday, I promise to make the place look classy, okay?"

"When it is mybirthday," Elijah told her firmly, "we are sending Gregory to my mother's and you and I are going to spend the whole day in bed. No frills, no decorations, nothing silly like that."

Selina grinned, went into the kitchen and came out clutching a white frosted cake with a blue candle on it shaped like a one. "You mean you won't even want cake?" She asked.

"Well, maybe," Elijah said huffily. He watched as Selina sat the small cake down in front of Gregory and asked Elijah to get the lighter. "We have to light the candle," she said.

"Why?" Elijah asked. "He's not going to be able to blow it out. I don't understand why you insist on going through all this when he's so young!"

"Because it's fun!" Selina said. "What other reason would there possibly be?"

"You've lost your mind!" Elijah said. But he went and got the lighter anyway. Just as they were on the way to lighting the candle, however, the door opened and Klaus called out, "You would not believe what happened to me this morning!"

Elijah almost lost his grip on the lighter and Selina put a hand on his shoulder. "You stay here," she said. "I'll go see what brought your brother to our house."

Elijah nodded and Selina scampered away. "What's happened, Nicky?" She asked. "Is there anything that needs to be done about it, or have you just come to gripe?"

"You could do something about it," Klaus said. "But first I have to tell you what it is. Our daughters had the gall to show up at my house early this morning and demand that I give them blood to give to Damon to save his life! Can you believe their nerve?"

"Well, why did Damon's life need saving?" Selina asked. "It must have been something urgent for them to come to see you so early."

Klaus nodded. "Apparently, Lucy had a run-in with a werewolf and Damon thought it would bite her, so he put himself in harm's way and got bitten white she came out of it with nothing but a bad fright and some bumps and bruises."

"And you won't give Lucy blood to save his life?" Selina asked, hitting him hard on the shoulder. "You are so petty and childish!"

"You're asking me to save the life of the man who defiled my daughter!" Klaus said. "I won't do it!"

"He might have made a bad decision at one point, but Nicky, he saved her life!" Selina said. "I think that more then makes up for the other thing!"

"It's not saving her life since she wouldn't have died of the wolf bite anyway," Klaus said testily. "I say let him die and Lucy can find another man. She's a pretty girl. Europe is full of available men."

"Nothing I can say will change your mind about this, will it?" Selina asked.

"No," Klaus said. "I stand firm. Lucy needs to learn about disappointment."

Selina sighed. "Do what you think is best, but for the record, I think you're wrong, and if you go through with this, you're going to drive Lucy away just like you drove Roxanne away when you tried to hurt Vince. That was what wrecked your relationship with her. Do you want to risk that happening again with your other daughter?"

Klaus sighed. "Well, no, but-"

"Why can't you tolerate Damon the way you tolerate Vince?" Selina pressed. "I know you were mad at Vince when you found out that he and Roxie were sleeping together. I know for a fact that you beat him to a pulp, or at least had your goons do it for you. But you got over your anger after that, or at least covered it up well enough that you and Vince are close now. Extend Damon the same courtesy, please."

"Fine," Klaus said. "I'll give him a trial period. But if he so much as looks as me wrong-"

"Want some cake?" Selina interrupted him. "I made some for Gregory's birthday. It's in the kitchen."

"What kind is it?" Klaus asked, distracted for a moment. "Is it chocolate?"

Selina shook her head. "White. But I have leftover brownies too, if you'd rather have those instead."

"Okay," Klaus nodded. "I'll have a couple of brownies."

"And then you'll go back to wherever Damon is and give him your blood," Selina said. "No blood, no brownies."

"I want payment up front," Klaus said.

"I do too," Selina replied. They headed into the kitchen and she handed him a knife and a small circular plastic container. "Go into the bathroom and fill that up. Show it to me and then you'll get your brownies."

"You drive a very hard bargain," Klaus said testily. But he took the things she offered and went into the bathroom, coming back a few minutes later with a stained knife and a container full of his blood. "There you go," he said, shaking it at her. "Are you happy?"

She nodded. "Ecstatic. Here are your brownies." She handed him a plate with two of them and he sat down next to Gregory, who had stuck his face in the cake and now his face and hair were covered with white frosting. "It looks like someone is enjoying themselves," he said. Then he saw Elijah. "And it looks like someone else isn't. What's the matter, Brother? Not in the partying mood?"

"He considers my enthusiasm tacky," Selina said. She nodded toward the living room, which they could clearly see from the dinining room table. It looked different now, dotted with candles and the wall was covered in sunny yellow paint that clashed magnificently with a recliner that seemed to be covered in raspberry corduroy, across the room from Elijah's own black leather chair, which now had a sign next to it covered in the words His Highness's Throne with an arrow pointing toward the chair. "And I think he's still resentful about some of the choices I made when I redecorated the living room."

"What's with the sign?" Klaus asked, trying not to laugh.

"Oh, that?" Selina asked. "Well, it upsets him when I sit there. He thinks I do it on purpose just to irritate him, so to show him what a good sport I can be, I made a little reminder for myself that it's his chair and no one else should sit there."

"Ah," Klaus nodded. "I see."

After he finished his brownies, Klaus got up and patted Gregory on the head. "I should probably be going now," he said.

"Yeah," Selina nodded. "That would be best. I don't know how much time Damon has left."

Klaus rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes, yes," he said dismissively. "I have to pick something up at the house and then I'll go."

"You better," Selina said. "Do I have to come with you and make sure you do it?"

Klaus smirked. "Uh-oh, Elijah. It looks to me like you have some competition."

"No, he doesn't!" Selina said. She looked at Elijah. "No you don't. I swear."

"I wasn't listening to a word he said," Elijah told her.

"And you're going now," Selina said to Klaus. "I'll walk out to your car with you. It's a shame you couldn't stay longer."

"Actually, I can," Klaus said. "I'm really in no rush-"

"Go," Selina said. When they reached his car, she practically shoved him in and then turned the ignition on, watching him disappear down the street and hoping he would get to Damon in time.

"Are you all right?" Lucy asked Damon. "Can I get you anything?"

Damon coughed and blood spurted out of his mouth. "Sorry," he said.

"It's all right," Lucy said, wiping it off. "It's not your fault."

Damon groand, squirming uncomfortably on Alistair and Astrid's bed. "Do you really think your father will bring the blood?" He asked.

"He better," Lucy said. "Otherwise he'll lose me the same way he lost Roxie years ago. If I have to pick between him and you, it's no contest which way I'm gonna go."

Damon tried to grin. "Well, aren't you sweet?" He asked, reaching up to move some hair out of her eyes.

"Tell me something," Lucy said, crawling into bed next to him. "Did you know that I wouldn't die from my werewolf bite?" She asked. "And if so, why did you save me?"

"Because I'm selfish," Damon said, struggling to sit up. "I would rather you watch me suffer and struggle with survivor's guilt than let nature take its course."

"So you did know," Lucy said. "How?"

"Years and years ago, when your mother and I were still married, her cousin came to visit her," Damon began. "This cousin was named Mason Lockwood."

"He's related to Uncle Jacob, isn't he?" Lucy said knowingly.

"Yes, Damon nodded. "Jacob had a younger brother named Charles, whose second son Michael had a whole mess of descendants. Mason was one of them. Anyway, Mason was the first Lockwood since Jacob who really knew a lot about the werewolf curse and he got it in his head that he didn't like me, and didn't like Selina with me. So he was looking in Jacob's notes one day and he found the information about what happens when a vampire with an uninitiated werewolf gene gets bitten by an active werewolf. He was intrigued by it and decided to try it out on your mother."

"And it worked?" Lucy asked, eyes wide. "Mom became human again?"

Damon nodded. "For a time. But then she got hurt. Very hurt. Mortally wounded by a knife. The doctors told us that they could do surgery but it wouldn't do any good. So we talked it over and your mother decided to turn again." He sucked in a breath. "That was so hard."

"Why?" Lucy asked. "Surely you've turned others. Why was Mom so much more difficult?"

"Help me sit up," Damon said. His eyes were glassy and his skin was covered in sweat. "And get me some blood. Then I'll tell you."

Lucy looked uncertain. "Alistair!" She called finally. "Damon needs some blood!"

Alistair came in with another blood bag and Lucy supported Damon's head while he drank it. When it was empty, she threw it in the trash. "Now," Damon said. "As to why it was so hard to turn your mother. You were born a vampire, so you really don't know the process. Am I right?"

"I kind of have an idea," Lucy said. "You give someone blood, they die, they drink blood, and then they've turned."

"Well, it was the dying step that really freaked me out," Damon said. "I just couldn't bring myself to end your mother's life. Luckily your grandfather was there to help us all. He took care of that step."

"Mom's dad?" Lucy asked. "He killed his own daughter? I know Mom's not particularly close with her parents, but that's just-"

"He didn't do it to be mean," Damon reminded her. "He knew that the only way to keep Selina alive was to make her a vampire again, and in order for that to happen, she had to die. So he shot her through the heart. Just like he did with your grandmother when she turned. Your grandfather is a very strong man."

"I guess," Lucy said. "So even though you knew the bite wouldn't kill me, you did this to yourself so you wouldn't have to kill me to get me to turn back?"

"If you wanted to turn back," Damon said.

Lucy nodded. "I think so. This is the only sort of life I know."

"That's why I did it," Damon said. "Because I don't think I could handle having to kill you."

Lucy put her head on his shoulder. "Well, we don't have to worry about that anymore," she said.

When Klaus got back to his house, he found Roxie on the living room sofa. "How are you still here?" He asked. "I would have thought you went home last night."

Roxie sighed. "No, I didn't feel like it. You don't mind, do you?"

"No," Klaus said. "Of course not.

Roxie noticed the plastic container in his hand. "That got your blood in it?" She asked.

"Yes," Klaus nodded. "Your mother convinced me. She said that if I let Damon die, things will be just as bad with Lucy as they are with you. And I don't want that."

Roxie turned on the television to the news where shots of a burned wedding chapel flashed repeatedly. "You see that?" She asked. "I did it. Twelve dead and twenty wounded."

"Why?" Klaus asked.

Roxie shrugged. "It just sort of happened. Some human friends of Vince's got married and he didn't want me to come to the wedding for some reason, but I was sneaky and showed up at the reception."

"Were they an interesting couple?" Klaus asked.

Roxie shook her head. "No, not really. They were a bunch of teetotalers and recovering alcholics, so Vince didn't take it too kindly when I spiked the sherbet and Seven Up punch, but in my defense, he didn't tell me about everyone's drinking issues until after I spiked the punch and everyone was stumbling around drunk and beating up on each other. And I sorta accidently killed the groom's brother. I think he was the groom's brother. But he was annoying and trying to hit on me, so what other choice did I have? And after we got back that night, Vince started drinking and he got all mad at me and said some stuff that was not very nice. But I'm gonna forgive him. I mean, I love him and when you love people, you forgive them. Even if they do stupid stuff when they drink like, oh, calling you names, or...trying to kill your best friend." She gave Klaus a significant look. "That's what our problem's been all these years, isn't it? That I abandoned you after you tried to turn Vince?"

"Yes," Klaus nodded. "And I didn't hear a peep out of you even though I sent you dozens of emails and letters. You can't say that I didn't try to contact you and make up. I'd figured you'd moved on."

Roxie sighed. "No, it wasn't that I'd moved on. It was that you'd scared the hell out of me. For god's sake, I was six years old and I saw you kill a whole bunch of people right in front of me! That's traumatizing for a little kid! In that moment, you weren't my dad. You were the boogeyman. You were the monster under the bed. You were in all my nightmares."

"But my letters weren't mean," Klaus said. "My letters were nice!"

"So was the gingerbread house the witch lived in who cooked Hansel and Gretel," Roxie said.

Klaus was stunned. "So you didn't answer my letters because you thought I was trying to trick you?"

"I was little. I thought you'd be mad that I tried to save Vince and eat me the next time you saw me," Roxie said, blushing a little. "It all seems so stupid now. And when I got older and saw you again, you were with Lucy and acting like a normal dad, but since you were giving her all my stuff, I just thought that you'd given up on me and didn't want me anymore."

"It wasn't that I didn't want you anymore," Klaus said. "I only gave Lucy all the attention because she was the only one around to give it to! If you'd have shown up, I would have made some time for you. But instead, you just ran away."

"Okay," Roxie said. "Let me get this straight: all the time I thought you didn't want me around, you did. And all the time you thought I didn't need you anymore, I did?"

Klaus nodded. "Apparently."

"I feel like an idiot," Roxie told him. "Do you?"

Klaus nodded. "Maybe just a bit." He held out his arms and Roxie cautiously hugged him. "See?" He said, running his fingers through her hair. "I'm not gonna eat you. I'll kiss you, but I won't eat you." He kissed her forehead and then let her go.

"I wish Mom was as easy to talk to as you are," she said. "But she and I are just too different."

"I wouldn't say that," Klaus said. "When we get to Alistair's, I'll ask him to send you back to when she and I were together, just to prove it to you."

Alistair watched in amazement as Klaus and Roxie strolled this his front door, smiling at each other and standing close together. "So I take it the two of you had a nice talk?" He asked.

"Yes," Klaus nodded. "We did. I'm sorry you had to miss it."

"I've had my hands full here," Alistair said. "I'm just glad you two were able to finally clear the air."

"Speaking of what your hands have been full of," Roxie said, "Where is he? He's not dead, right?"

"No," Alistair said. "He's not dead, but I'd hurry."

Roxie took the plastic containter from Klaus. "I'll do this," she said. "It'll be easier that way." She ran into the room where Damon and Lucy were and Lucy jumped off the bed at the sight of her sister and ran toward her, nearly snatching the containter away. "Did you bring a cup?" Lucy asked Roxie. "Where's a cup?"

"It's not that big of a container," Roxie said. "Just have him drink it from there." Roxie went over to Damon now. "I know you've probably seen much better days," she said. "But can you sit up? Do you need my help?"

Damon let out a moan and Roxie carefully helped him sit up. "We got the blood," she said. "You're gonna be okay."

"Good," Damon said. "Was it you who convinced him?"

"No," Roxie shook her head. "It was mainly Mom. But I helped." She opened the container of Klaus' blood and gave it to Lucy, who helped Damon get the blood into his mouth. After he swallowed, Roxie pulled up Damon's sleeve and she and Lucy watched in amazement as the bite, which had been red and inflamed before, slowly disappeared.

"How are you feeling?" Roxie asked when it was gone.

Damon sat up and nodded. "Better."

Roxie looked back and forth between Damon and Lucy and said, "If you want have any celebration sex, remember Dad's right outside. Just something to think about."

"I have to do something really quick," Lucy said. "But I'll be back." She went out into the living room where Klaus sat next to Alistair and give Klaus a hug. "Thank you," she whispered into his shoulder. "Thank you, Daddy."

"You're welcome, sweetheart," Klaus said. "But just to be clear, I don't want to have to do this again."

Lucy nodded. "You won't have to. Don't worry. And when I'm in Europe, I promise to write you about it every week."

"I would expect nothing less," Klaus said. Lucy headed back to Damon and once she was gone, Alistair grinned. "Aww, that was nice."

"Stop looking at me like that!" Klaus said sharply.

Alistair tried to make his expression more serious, but he failed. "Oh, come on!" he said. "Aren't you happy that you didn't screw up your relationship with Lucy the way you screwed it up with Roxie?"

"It wasn't just me," Klaus said. "Where Roxanne was concerned, it was a case of us both not communicating with each other. We did and now things are better."

"But she wouldn't even have gotten it into her head to leave if you hadn't lost your temper and stormed into Enid's that day with murder on your mind," Alistair said. "I told you for years drinking was bad for you and at that moment you went and proved me right."

"Stop acting like my mother," Klaus said through his teeth. "I need you to do something for me. A spell."

"What kind of a spell?" Alistair asked.

"Roxanne belives that communicating with her mother is impossible because the two of them are just too different. I thought that if you sent her back to when Selina and I were together, it would help prove her wrong."

"You're right about that," Alistair said. "You're certainly right about that. Tonight I'll take care of things for you."

That night, just as Roxie was getting dressed for bed, she heard a knock on the bedroom door. But when she opened it, she found only a vase of roses and an apology note in the hallway.

"Would you forgive me?" Vince asked after she read the note over.

Roxie looked at the pink roses. "I guess," she said. "Since these are pretty."

"I'm glad you don't have friends," Vince said. "Then I get you all to myself." He took her in his arms and kissed her.

"That was nice," she said when she pulled away. "We need to do that more often."

"No problem," he said and carried her into bed, shutting the door behind them.

Things had been pretty quiet for who knew how long and there was nothing that Mary Anne hated more than that. It made her restless. During one of the late night talk shows, a newsbreak interrupted the regularly scheduled programming. They'd gotten more news about the victims of the wedding massacre from the day before.

"...While many of the victims were burned almost beyond recognition, the burning alone was not cause of death for at least twelve. County medical examiner Todd Phillips found that these twelve victims had no blood in their bodies. Not even one drop. They also had two bite marks on their necks."

"It must have been an animal," the coroner appeared on the screen. "What I believed happened to these people is that they all had a little too much to drink at the wedding and then an animal broke in and they were all too drunk to escape so they were either killed by the animal itself, or burned when the animal knocked down a bunch of candles. My condolences to the families of the victims in their time of grief and loss."

Just after the coroner disappeared, they showed a video of the reception that had been taken before nearly everyone had been killed or wounded. In it, Mary Anne saw something that made her gag. "I should have known she had something to do with this," Mary Anne whispered as film of Roxie appeared on the screen. "She's less careful than her mother, lucky for me." She stood up and yawned. "I'll have to kill her, there's no doubt about that. But it can wait until tomorrow. Now I have to get some sleep."