Samantha

I turned around, and my dad, was standing behind me. He looked... young. Better than I'd seen him in years. His clothes, the clean, white, buttoned down shirt had the sleeves rolled up. His black pants had perfect creases, and he had a mysterious red gem on his belt buckle.

"You...Dad... you died." I was scared and in shock. The last time I'd seen him, we were fighting with magic. I was fighting for my freedom, my right to leave and save myself from the curse. I won, but only because the curse just started to take its toll on him.

"I hate you." He snarled. "You're not my daughter. Come back, and I'll kill you."

He died 6 months after that encounter. I heard he died of a heart attack. But here he was, living and breathing, looking younger than he ever did during my lifetime.

"Baby, give me the necklace." He asked, raising his hand to me. "No," I regained my voice, and started to feel anger creeping up my throat. "Why do you want this damn necklace? Why the hell are you still alive?!"

"Now don't you raise your voice at me. Girl give me that necklace. It's old. Worn out. There's better ones in momma's dresser. Ask her to get you a better one."

He made a grab for the necklace. I snatched my hand back, and let the mirror fade away. It was taking too much energy to keep it up, especially since Donna already wounded me. I moved out the way, and Allen moved fast, getting in-between me and my father.

"She wants the necklace, let her keep the necklace." Allen's voice was firm, and I was sure he was trying to make up for letting Donna hurt me. My dad's face went from an irritated frown to a fit of fury.

"BOY YOU BETTER GET THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE!" he roared. He punched Allen and he went flying. Donna, for some reason, caught Allen, and glared at our father.

"Sam, he is NOT our father! He's nothing but a manifestation of the curse, trying to hold us forever!"

It was unbelievable how fast she had changed her perspective. Maybe, seeing our Mother's pain made her realize I was right.

I had no time to think about it, because our father/the curse grabbed me by the shoulders and slammed me against the wall. I almost blacked out from the pain.

I had almost no magic left in me. Mostly because I was hiding within Allen.

I thought I was about to be killed, but he just forced my hand open, and took the necklace. "Good girl," he cackled. This is all I needed. He burst into a flash of smoke, and it folded in on itself until nothing remained.

"Damn it!" I screamed. That was it only chance!" I collapsed to my knees and sobbed. We were all doomed. There's nothing else I could do.

Donna came to comfort me, and so did Allen. He was rubbing his jaw, trying to put it back in place, I guess? Anyway, he popped his neck and squatted down to be face to face with me. "That bastard can throw a punch." He said.

Donna wiped the blood from his busted lip and healed his face. "You can take a punch too," she said, smiling at him. He sort of ignored her, and started looking around.

"Sam, What did you tell me about this house?" I didn't understand why he was bringing this up. "I said that everything in it was made by the curse and our family's greed."

"Exactly." He said.

"Now I have another question. Besides the cul-de-sac outside, can the magic leave this house?"

I was completely lost. "Al, what does this have to do with-"

"I get it!" Donna shrieked, laughing. She shook his shoulders and called him a genius. He looked scared for his life.

"Ok, ok," I said, trying to free him from my dying, demon looking sister. "Anybody going to tell me what's going on?"

Allen jumped up, ecstatic. He was so happy he forgot about my injuries. He lifted me up quickly and expected me to stand on my feet, but my legs buckled as soon as I had to hold my own. Both and him made quick movements to grab me, so I didn't fall again.

"The cursed version of our father didn't leave the house, because it can't. He also can't destroy the necklace, because it's the only real physical thing in the house the wasn't made me with magic, excluding us of course." Donna explained.

"Did you forget plan B Sammy?" He said."What happened to burn this place and finding the necklace through the ashes?"

That made me smile.

"Don't ever call me Sammy."

"Don't ever call me Al."

Danielle

I don't know how long they had me kidnapped, and I don't know how long I slept. When I woke up, I was alone, at the edge of the forest in the park, and I could see red and blue lights flashing. "My family must've filed a police report," I thought. "The kidnappers must have gotten caught, and ditched me right here."

I sighed a sweet relief and thanked God I hadn't been harmed.

It was sunny out, with big white clouds in the sky. I'm sure people would've been flying kites in this area if the police weren't here. I still had a bad feeling in my stomach, but that was probably because I haven't eaten in a long time. My stomach growled in agreement. I was so hungry, I felt like I just to throw up.

I started to walk slowly to a police officer because I wasn't sure if my stomach could handle running. It was hard to tell far away, (or maybe Allen was right and I need glasses) but it seemed like the police officer was already staring at me. I walked another ten, twenty feet, and yes, he definitely was. But he wasn't moving to help me, even though I'm sure I looked like hell.

I didn't like his deadpan stare, it made me uneasy. Instead of seeking his help I kind of wanted to just find my own way home. Then, when I was a couple of yards away from his car, he did it. He put his walkie-talkie up to his face and said something. During that whole time, he didn't take his eyes off me once.

I stopped moving forward. In fact, I took a step back. I didn't trust this guy. I heard several little screeching sounds, and I looked up. At first glance, I thought it was a group of birds flying together, but the closer they got, I realized it was a swarm of bats, heading right towards me.

I had flashbacks of Axel turning into a bat, and running away from us. Without hesitation, I turned and ran as fast as I could into the woods. What if it actually was Axel doing this? Why was he coming for me? Did that mean he had Allen already? I tried to push these thoughts out of my mind. I risked looking back, and I saw that the bats were close. Too close. The police officer and his car were gone, however, and that made me paranoid. I guess I couldn't trust anything anymore.

Now, I was starting to hear footsteps chasing me. Not one, not two, but three people were right on my tail. I looked back, and the one directly behind me had on a Duck Dynasty type of jacket, and gray jeans. The one to the right had on a blue tank top, black jacket, and shorts. Both had bloody eyes.

I was too scared to look to the left. Their footsteps were so loud, I was sure whatever it was would be gigantic.

That's when I realized that these vampires, (at least the two that I looked at) were running their fastest, and they weren't catching me. What happened to me? I don't remember ever getting attacked and mangled like Allen did. I remembered with horror that they might have done something to me when they kidnapped me.

I let my fear get the best of me. I slowed down a little, and the man on the right punched me right in my jaw, sending me flying into a tree. Instead, of jaw and neck being completely broken, the tree starting making cracking sounds. I hopped up quickly, trying not to hey caught, and out of the corner of my eye I see the tree fall and crush the big guy on the left.

But I survived it. Seeing how strong my body was, I stopped being scared of them. In fact, I stopped and turned around to face them.

The one with the gray jacket looked appalled.

I took this as my chance. I ran as fast as I could, and this time, I paid attention to how everything blurred around me. I paid attention to how slow the vampires looked. I jumped up in front of one of them, grabbed his head, and slammed it against my knee.

I heard a loud, distinct crack! and he crumpled to the ground. His eyes went from completely red to normal brown, and they rolled back into his head. Unfortunately, I forgot about the other guy. He kicked me in my back and sent me headfirst into a tree stump. I heard another crack and felt something trickle down my forehead. This was too much. All of this was too much.

I tried to stand up, but I couldn't.

I started to cry. "Damn it. They got me again." I got dizzy and threw up next to the tree stump. As soon as I was done and I wiped my mouth, someone yanked me by my hair. Another put two fingers to my neck, and suddenly, everything started to go dark.

"At least they waited for me to finish." I thought.

But I held on for as long as I could because they started to speak.

"See this is what I was talking about!" Someone yelled.

"You're right," said another. This is completely unheard of. My body was numb and lifeless, I couldn't move. One of them grabbed my arm and bent my head at an awkward angle.

"No scratches. No bites. This happened simply because she was near them, and she was only near them for a couple of hours."

One of them dropped my arm and head like I was a marionette puppet.

"They're too strong for their own damn good. This is why they need to be killed.

Allen

"Okay, so how are we going to start off?" I said, but Samantha wasn't looking at me anymore. She was staring behind me... at her mother.

I couldn't tell if the curse was getting her, or if it was just old age. Either way, it didn't make the situation better. "Momma!" She screamed and ran towards her. She cradled her mother in her arms and started crying again.

"What are you doing?" Her mother spoke, in a harsh whisper. Break the curse, and free us. Please, do it while I still have time."

"Momma, I'm sorry for all the-"

Her mother wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Go. And stop the thing that's masquerading as your father. If you don't break the curse before I go, I'll never forgive you."

Sam just sat there, shocked by her mother's words. I put my hand on her shoulder to remind her of what we had to do. She bit her lip when I touched her, and I flinched because I thought she would strike me. She stood up and turned to her sister, who also looked like she still had black curse lines all over her body. Hell, I'd go so far as to say that instead of having one foot in the grave, she was already placing flowers on her tombstone.

"Donna, I'm kinda low on magic right now. Will you help us?" She pleaded.

"What do you want me to do?" Donna asked.

"We're going to destroy this damn house."