A loud thud echoed through the house, waking Mitchell up. She sat up in bed and turned on her light, looking around her room. Nothing. She slowly slid out of her bed and peeked her head out of her bedroom door. The sound of low talking could be heard from the living room, so she tip-toed down the hall and leaned over the handrails. There stood Alexander, lifting a large bag off the floor. She could make out two other shadows, so she knew he wasn't alone. "What the hell are you doing?" Mitchell asked as she flicked on the stairway lights.

Alexander turned to her and shrugged, sticking his thumb over his shoulder, indicating he had guests. "Family matters," he replied in a smooth voice.

Mitchell's eyes moved over to the two "shadows". Now illuminated, she could make them out. Lunaire and Elysia.

"Ah! Mitchell! It's so good to see you again," Lunaire called out to her in a chipper voice.

"I told them to wait till morning, Ell," Elysia rolled his eyes as he spoke. "Thanks again for the family heirloom."

Mitchell rubbed her eyes vigorously, trying to clear her vision, hoping they would be gone once she opened them again. Alexander moved quickly up the stairs, tossing the bag into her room. Once again, she heard the loud thud, now knowing it came from whatever Alexander had in his bag. "What the hell is going on? Hasn't today been enough already?" Mitchell asked as she walked down the steps.

Lunaire sat on the couch, patting his hand gently on the seat next to him. "We understand you're confused, why wouldn't you be at this point, but Alexander may be in over his head so we are here to help. Did he tell you everything?"

"No, all I know is it's life or death, what ever it may be," Mitchell said as she dropped down on the couch next to Lunaire. "Are you actually going to fill me in, or am I just going to be kept in the shadows the rest of my life?"

Elysia moved his way around the living room, bumping into the furniture as he worked his way to the recliner. "Don't plan on dinner with your family, the next phase is going to hit," he said as he slowly sat down, reclining back as he closed his eyes. "This will do for now."

"Oh no, no, no," Mitchell mumbled to herself. "We can't all fit in a one bedroom. This is my space. I need my own room! I went from comfortable living to three strangers in my home, no answers-"

"Shut up," Alexander cut her off abruptly. "They wont be staying. I don't need help. You'll have your space." He pushed in between Lunaire and Mitchell, shooting them a nasty look. "Go back to bed, like I said earlier, family matter. No need for you to be involved."

"This is my house! And last I checked you involved yourself in my family matters," Mitchell retorted.

Lunaire raised his hand to speak like a child in school. "To be fair, we involved ourselves too. Bought the Bible, which we shouldn't have had to do since it was ours anyways and your family stole it, but who's complaining," he said as he shoved back at Alexander, making him bump shoulders with Mitchell. "Had to give you enough money to get away from everyone you care for. Your family's decisions will end up having you killed, so some space was much needed. Easy enough, all it took was finding our personal belongings."

Mitchell moved to the arm of the sofa, putting some space between her and Alexander. "How is my family going to get me killed? Especially my step-dad, seeing the piece of junk was his?" she asked.

Alexander reached in his pocket and pulled out his cigarettes, handing one to Mitchell. "You'll need this," he said as he lit his and hers. He took a deep drag, exhaling before he spoke. "A very long time ago, your ancestors took something very important that didn't belong to them."

"The Bible," Mitchell stated the obvious.

Alexander nodded. "Yes, but that wasn't the only thing. It was one of the most important, though. That particular Bible has some hidden writing in it," he said before taking another drag.

"My personal notes," Elysia continued.

Mitchell's face was overcome with confusion. "You're like twenty-something. How would my distant ancestors be capable of taking your writings?"

"Basically, we are older than shit," Elysia replied.

"ANYWAY," Alexander continued, "The Bible, a crucifix, and some precious stones were taken, and God isn't happy."

Mitchell chuckled as she took another drag of her cigarette. "Yeah, God is mad at my family for stealing a bunch of useless junk. And I'm Mother Theresa."

"Amelia Earhart," Elysia corrected her. “We don’t waste souls, we reuse them.”

Mitchell burst into laughter. "Okay, so if I'm Amelia, who would that make you three? Right now I'm going to guess the Three Stooges?"

Elysia chuckled, Lunaire rolled his eyes, and Alexander turned quickly to her. Mitchell's face quickly turned to a frown as she flew off the armrest onto the floor. It happened so fast she couldn't pinpoint what caused it. Alexander rose to his feet and began to work his way up the stairs, pausing mid way to turn and speak to Mitchell. "When ever you decide to have an open mind, let me know. If not I wont waste my time anymore." He exclaimed.

"I'm sorry?" Mitchell was confused over how things turned. It couldn't be this serious, right?

"Don't mind him, he's sensitive about these things," Lunaire said as he helped her up. "If you would please listen, we only want to help."

"With WHAT!" Mitchell yelled louder than she expected.

"You're going to die. Soon. Your father died in a tragic accident, his mother before him, her mother before her, her father before her, shall I keep going?" Elysia asked as he adjusted himself in the recliner, laying as far back as it would allow.

Mitchell sighed, glancing over at the wall clock. "I'll listen, just not tonight. I'm tired, it's three in the morning, can we please just do this tomorrow?" she asked.

Lunaire nodded his head before replying, "Of course, Mitchell. We still have some time left. Get some rest, we are sorry for starting this so late."

Mitchell forced a smile as she walked up the stairs. "Thank you," she said softly. Once she reached her room, she slowly opened the door, peering inside. Alexander was laying back on the bed, arms behind his head, shirt off, and legs crossed. His eyes were closed, and she could still see smoke coming from the cup they used as a makeshift ashtray. He must have just laid down. She quietly walked over to the bed, putting her cigarette out with his, and slid into the bed beside him. She was careful not to get too close, afraid of making things more awkward than they already were. Her eyes traveled across his figure, taking mental notes of all the scars and tattoos across him.

"What?"

His voice startled her, causing her to jump. She quickly pulled the covers over her, tucking them in between them to help keep the distance. "You didn't need to... Nothing, scoot over so I can go to bed."

He slid over closer to the window, placing his pillow between them. The smell of tea tree and eucalyptus lingered on the pillowcase, instantly calming Mitchell's nerves. "Tea tree keeps the bugs away," he gently said to her.

"My home is clean, I don't have bugs in here," she said as she laid on her side facing him. She took notice of a particular scar over his heart, making a mental note to ask him about that at a later time.

"Then I wouldn't let your family in any time soon," she said, opening one eye to observe her. "What are you staring at?"

Mitchell slightly blushed, rolling to her other side, putting her back towards him. "Just trying to grasp everything that has happened today." She sighed, pulling the blanket over her head. "My family may have an antique store, but they take good care of it. No bugs."

Alexander pulled the blanket back down, uncovering her. "Lice, Mitchell. The lice comes next."

Mitchell turned her neck, looking back over at him. "That's nasty!"

Alexander shrugged and sat up against the headboard. "It is what it is. You wont be affected with us here. If I were you, I would brush up on the Old Testaments."

"And how long will it be 'us' instead of just you?" she asked as she pulled the blanket back over her head. "Quit taking my blanket, and I'm not religious so no thanks."

Alexander chuckled, tucking the blanket around her. "Hopefully tomorrow I'll have them out. Good night, Mitchell."