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As Feodor walked up to the group of men he looked down at the three sisters. Each with a different colour dress but clearly looked related. Just by glancing at two of the sisters it was clear that they were twins. Feodor threw Vera to the floor so she landed beside her sisters. “Let’s get the hell out of here.” Feodor smirked before a swirl of darkness blasted out from his body and as the mist of darkness disappeared the men and the four daughters were gone. The lair where the criminals called home was about four hours from the home of the McClair nobles. It was hidden in the depth of the woods, the outside looked like a broken down house that was rioting away slowly from age. The inside appeared the same way, dust and cobwebs colouring the lifeless place the men called home. However, hidden under the home was a large open beer hall where the men liked to party, plot and live their lives. The beer hall was connect to two different hallways on each side of the room. On the left connected to the chambers, and the right had four more chambers and yet another set of stairs that connected to their make shift jail.

It was cold down there, the sound of dripping water echoed through the dark musty space. Stone floors, walls and ceilings only added to the lack of happiness and life that could easily be found in the beer hallways. There were a total of four large cells down there, each with metal bars rusted from the water yet strong as steel. There were runes running up and down each bar, hardly noticeable due to the rust. When the four girls were thrown into the cell, he was left with some food and ale as he was set to watch them. He would enjoy a good party, he was sure there were some whores up there that knew how to have a fun time. If that wasn’t enough these men really knew how to throw a party. When they weren’t working they were drunk out of their minds having the times of their life. However, being down there was good, he got a bigger cut in the pay they’d be getting, plus he was the only one with magic. Sure these girls were simple humans but you never know the kind of tricks could be pulled. He was most likely the only man there that knew how to keep it in his pants and hold his alcohol. This meant the girls were lucky, they wouldn’t be rapped one by one or even gang rapped before being handed over for the cash.

Having cleared his plate and down three large glasses of ale, Feodor rested on the stairs, his back pressed to the wall his legs stretched out along the bottom step. The girls were in the far left cell and had no way of seeing him. Bring his hands up behind his head his hood which was still up hiding most of his face, only his lips could be seen. Humming softly to himself he tapped his one foot along the stone step as he waited. He knew it was going to be along night and quickly became bored. Luckily for him, a voice called out from its cell. A smirk, his humming cut off and his foot stopped. He wanted to see what she would do. He had no idea which one of the girls it was nor did he care, he just wanted something to amuse him. Her hands came up to hit the bars her anger rise. “Three, two, one.” A zap would run through her body and possible sending her flying back. “I wouldn’t touch those if I were you. They tend to be rather temperamental.” He called out with a smooth deep dark voice. Finally glancing towards the bars he chuckled softly to himself and pushed himself up to stand.

Giving himself a bit of a brush off he started to walk towards the back cell whistling softly to himself his hands pushed deep into his pockets before coming into the sight of the cell and paused for a moment acting like he still ignoring her. The whistling cut off as he turned to look at which of the daughters was awake. It was rather surprising that the one who was knocked out last was the first to awake. Smirking at her he started to walk up to the ceil coming so close that he almost touched the bars himself. “What can I do for such a lovely young lady?” He mused knowing that he was going to have playing with her. Innocent, naïve people were always the most fun to play with, so easily troubled, corrupted and they were just so damn stupid to reality.
Lol we can change it to the order that we created them if you want xD but really it's up to you.
Mhmm I just want to make sure that I don't totally destroy the image you have since I know how unsure you are about trying this plot. Kaden is lovable though so I'm hoping you'll come to love him even if he'll be a bit of an ass with the whole anger and hate things going on.
Lol I know, but we had that rush on the dragon one sooo I don't blame you. Plus the order should have been Carla/kim, fae and then dragon :P But you messed it up
hehe kinda like me and the fae one?
Well I have some idea about New Orleans. I'm also pretty on key with the French culture here since my boyfriend is French Canadian. So we can have the story take place there. I have a feeling that during Kaden's time away from the family he moved a lot from place to place if that's okay with you? Also I was wondering if you're cool with him getting mix up with a little criminal activity after the cruse kicked in.

Yes, I was very upset when I found out. I have been using Paul Walker and Kaden for about five years now, if not more so it was like finding out your character died at the same time. If that makes any sense outside my own mind xD
This one is next for sure. Since it's been long over due for this post :P
Anywhere is fine with me. I'm from Canada so my geography of the USA isn't amazing but I should do alright with anything and just look up things I don't really know. So if at any point I'm off at anything just let me know and I'll go back and fix it up.

Also gotta love Paul Walker such a shame about him passing away. :(
Heey so I added her father and Queenie the cat so you can know what they look like and such
The room had a chill to it. Goosebumps covered her skin. She tried to tell herself that it was just the fact she left the warmth of her covers but at the same time there was the idea of it being the ghost in the room. The idea made her shiver a little with fear before she called out for the thing haunting her room. Her blue eyes darted back and forth just looking for anything. If this was anything like a horror movie the red lipstick she had on the dresser would be picked up and writing would started to be scribbled across it. It was that or things in her room would start to fly to and fro breaking and crashing about her room. Yet nothing happened. She bite her lip a little scared she was really starting to lose her mind when it happened.

Off to her side, a simmering white mist started to form in the light of her bedroom. Jemma’s body tensed her eyes going wide as she watched the mist slowly started to form the shape of a man before a bright flash of light ran through the room. Her hands came up to cover her eyes before she slowly peeked around her hands to see him. A man pale and ghostly, dark hair and dark eyes, dressed like anyone else his closes only slightly dated. He looked older than her, but not by much. At first all she could do was stare at the stranger in her room, blinking as if she was frozen, her mind was blank of thought. It was as if it turned off to not let her understand what she was really seeing. It was only when words left his lips that the guard around her mind shattered into tiny pieces and reality came hitting her like a brick wall.

She screamed.

Her body jumped and flew in the opposite direction of the ghost in the room, she fell off the bed and knocked over her nightstand, a few things clacking to the floor one glass figure that rested in the corner shattered on impact. As she landed on the floor on her back, her head hitting the floor softly she groaned her hand coming up to hold her head, pieces of glass cutting into the parts of her skin that were exposed. She had never thought she would react like that, she had gotten herself so ready for the reality. Maybe her depth of her mind had really hoped she was just going crazy. For if there were ghosts what else could possibly be out there?

As she rolled over from laying on her back, in the other room her father could be heard getting up. “Jemma!” He yelled before his feet banged along the floor and whipping the door open to find her laying on the floor. He rushed over and looked at his daughter. “What happened!” He asked in panic as he sat her up. Jemma looked up pass her father to the spot the ghost had been before glancing to her father.

“Bad dream.” She whispered, it wasn’t far off. Jemma had pretty bad dreams even before her mother’s death and after they only got worst. This wasn’t the first time she had fallen from the bed in a panic. A worried look came over her father’s face.

“Maybe we should get you someone to talk to Jem, this can’t keep happening.” Her father said softy.

“No-no, I’m fine, I’ll be fine. She said before glancing at herself were a few pieces of glass had cut her skin leaving faint lines of her blood on her arms and hands, only a few pieces sticking into the skin still. “Sorry.” She mumbled softly to her father making her father sigh softly.

“I’ll go get the first aid kit and the broom.” He said before helping Jemma to sit on the side of the bed, before leaving the room. Once he was gone Jemma glanced up for the ghost.

“Please don’t leave yet. I-I still want to talk. . . I didn’t think. . . I’d react like that.” She said softly because she didn’t want her father to hear.

“Damnit Queenie!” He cursed in the hallway as an angry meow ripped through the air before the bathroom light flickered on her father rustling through to find the first aid kit. Jemma couldn’t help but look at her hands. She really fucked this up.
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