Anabella looks at Esme. "Ready". She begins to read the black writing on the old parchment within the book as Esme instructed. There were words in english and words in old Italian. She remembers the lessons that Morrelle gave her on there many trips to Italy so reading it was easy.

She squeezed Esme's hand harder to signify the blood of her love, waiting to see what Esme had in store next.

**A nearby orchard**



Morgan, along with Isabel (the psychotic), Deimia (the scholar), Agatha (the Hag), Nicodemia (the Temptress), and a few others decided it was time to take matters into their own hands. She was more of a brother to Morrelle than Esme was, and far more knowledgeable in the Witchery Arts.

All that was needed to call her brother was a lock from his hair, which she paid dearly for, and something personal of his. She chose the ring she gave him before he set sailed for America, It would be used as an anchor and fetter. The Lament Box was not how to pull the soul back. The Lament Box only worked one-way: in to Hell, not out. Which is why a part of him is still trapped.

The scene was right out of an old witches tale with fire and a boiling kettle, and lots of spiral dancing around it. They chant and them throw leaves into the kettle.

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There was a stirring of realities when a ploom of light billowed outside, screaming. Pinhead was called forth from using the box. A few cenobites, including Morrelle, stood behind.



"You called, we came," Pinhead looked pissed off, but considering all that happened, who can blame him?

"You will come with us! No more games, no more bargains, no more trickery!"

She was close by. Christine, ever watchful. Anabella sighed, as she was quite tired of this Moron showing his eerie head. She pulled Esme to her grabbing the box. "This is not the key..." Her hands slip through Esme's and she continues to try and hold on to her. They made their way to a very small room. 6X6 at best.

"Esme, we need to destroy this box. Immediately after Anabella spoke, Pinhead appeared. "You cannot run, you cannot hide. I will take the box" he smiled. "Then you will remain here with your dead lover, and his Witch sister. Chains flew from the ceiling trying to capture the box. A rock fell and tapped it, causing a hole to appear in the room. "NO!" Pinhead cries out." Anabella laughs. "Esme quick, the box, destroy the box!

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She looks longingly at Morelle one last time, and takes her best effort, smashing the box. "Goodbye." Tears slip down her face as she sits back a bit now, looking at the shattered box.

Time flashes forward and backwards, and images from the past and the future collide in one chaotic collage. There were images of kids playing, the Italian equivelent of a school prom, though somewhere back in time around the 1700s, and then a wedding, with no groom.

The evil that has plagued the Giovanni has now come to an end. Pinhead amd Morrelle, and the other cenobites are forever trapped in Hell.

There was a climatic explosion, though relatively small, and then came silence.

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**The Orchard**


There was a very large flash that came out of the kettle. Greenish-yellow vapor billows skyward as Agatha the Hag, in a decrepid voice, shouts "There!" as she points in the vapor.

A visceral image of Morrelle forms in the vaporous cloud. He seems to smile down upon them, and in a flood of tears, Morgan says her last goodbye to her brother, as Morrelle's soul was set free and fades to Heaven.

Anabella helped Esme up. "You as well as I know Morrelle is now trapped forever" We can never get to him again. "No tears." Anabella sucked it up and breathed out a sigh.

"We, you and I will now keep his lineage alive. WE will rebuild Seattle and everyone from the states to the world will know the Giovanni name and family."

Anabella walks with Esme down the street. "We will meet opostion. Leonardo, Antonio and even your sisters. But my curse continues. Morrelle is content knowing his vampiric spirit is gone and he has become human in hell."

Anabella holds in her feelings. Better to let them rot in her belly then to give PH the satisfaction of taking her lover.

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Esme cries heavily for a few minutes. "I failed you...... I'm sorry my little brother..." Memories cascade through her brain, and tears fall freely from her eyes. After a few minutes, she wipes her face. "At least he's free." She looks to Ana. "Ready to rebuild, together, Sister?"

The other witches bowed and sat upon the stone benches.

Morgan seems lost now.

Of all the brainless suggestions Isabel has suggested over the years, this one had some merit. When the question was raised "Why don't we just pull him out of that swirling thing?"

Deimia's head pops up, fore she is the scholar, and this totally blew her away as to why SHE didn't think of that?

Morgan's head lifted up and you could see the wheels turning inside. She loved Isabel because she was different, or special, but in fact, she was mentally retarded, and suffered from dementia, but through all that, she had a keen insight that the other two were finally discovering.

Morgan falls to her knees in front of Isabel and places her hands on Isabel's knees. "Sister, tell me, how do we do this?'

Isabel was never without her ragdoll, and she holds it tight. "Go back to the entry point. Call him back."

Morgan looks at Deimia, and Deimia shoots out. "It can't be that simple."

"Call the others," Isabel added. "And no, it is not that simple."

She goes back to her doll.

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This had to be an act of fate. There was one more chance to retrieve Morrelle, and Morgan begged her sisters, and her whole coven to help her in her time of need. She vowed, to herself, never to cross or deceive Morrelle again, and would be by his side whenever he needed her. Of this, vowed! Instead of fighting him, she would fight with him.

Morgan assembled her pieces and knew if this was to work, everyone had to be be there at the critical hour.

She consults with Isabel again, but she was in her own little world right now and Morgan knew she would have to rely on her gut instincts from here on.

The one thing that worried her was that damn box! It must be destroyed! (remember, she didn't know you all did that already, so this is a way of her communicating with you all)

She never used her transport skill except once, long ago. But now she had to, even though it drains her to near exhaustion. She said the necessary things, and wished her flight. The wind picked her up and away...

She descends slowly on the dark side of the hotel so know one, no mortal could see such a spectacle.

Inside, she inquires where Anabella and Esme are.

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**I am assuming you all are inside the hotel**

Morgan walks through the main lobby doors and is greeted my executives of the hotel who have been greeting everyone who visits. It's their way, I guess, to entice patrons, and foreigners, to come back. Since the economy was in bad shape, every little bit helps. *it's present time, so I use real-world politics and such.

*does the above sound familiar, Anette?*

Morgon inquires if a certain party was still registered at the hotel. "We will let them know you wish to meet with them."

Morgan waits in the lobby area.

* LOL yes it does sound familiar, Craig*


The phone rings in the Penthouse Suite and Anabella picks it up. She speaks italian to the Operator. She puts the phone down and turns to Esme, we have a visitor."

Together they walk to the elevators, its a bit of a wait for the ride down, Anabella frowns at how slow these modern elevators are. Finally it arrives and an elevator attendant lets them in. "Lobby" he states plainly. "Yes, please" Anabella replies. The elevator descends to the lobby and opens. Esme and Anabella get off and walk the Marble lobby. Grand Chandeliers hover overhead, a conversation pit beckons them.

Sitting there next to the black grand piano that is being played by a young gentleman, is Morgan. Anabella frowns, as she and Esme walk down the stairs to the leather furnishings strewn about. "Morgan," Anabella enquires. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

She makes no effort for small talk. "There is ONE final card to be played here, if I will ever see my brother back in living form, vampire or not. Something that eluded, everyone."

She grabs her coat.

"There is a very real possibility my brother maybe trapped inside the Intrusion Point; the focal point where he and Victoria took the plunge, along with Celeste. It is quite possible everytime we think we have pulled him out, a carbon copy of him is made."

She looks exhausted from her witchery flight.

"The key is that swirling mass of chaos that the government can't quite come to terms with, and it remains. But the longer we wait, the more deeper he falls."

Anabella looks at Morgan then at Esme. "If this is true than he's swirling about somewhere?" She steps forward a bit. "Obviously you need me for something, or you wouldn't have bothered trying the transportation spell to find us. So, what is it I can do for you......besides go in that Void.

Anabella sighs, she had just come to terms he was gone and now Morgan wants him back? For what?