Morrelle remains quiet, and defiant. He gives Esme a digusted look and makes his way outside. He gives the mansion a once-over before he heads to the caretakers shed. Inside were lawmowers and weedeaters, scyths, and an assortment of hand tools for cutting limbs and brush.

Off to the side was a smaller enclosure labeled: FLAMMABLE. It is here, where the fuel for the electric mowers is stored. The combination was never changed all these years, so he has full access. He takes one of the red cans, exits the shed, and stands in the front courtyard.

He retrieves another lighter, and lights it.

His time has passed. No one was going to take him alive, and he had no one to live for. His soul was still trapped in Hell. This was Pinhead's gift: suffer as a mortal, when everyone had left you.

Oh, the sweet suffering.....

She waited for Antonio's reply, and sat on her bed, removing her trenchcoat. She didn't want to turn her brother in. Something occurred to her. She pulled her trench back on and ran down the stairs, searching the house. When she didn't hear him in the mansion, she outside. "Morelle?" She said, looking around. "Where did he go...." She cast a tracer spell, hoping it would locate him. A wispy blue line formed and led her towards the courtyard. Something wasn't right with him. "Morelle are you hungry?" She asked, following her spell.

He watches her stand at the main venetian doors. His pride and joy, his one true love, the one who understood him the best......now,..........an empty vassal, tainted with another's seed.

"Stay where you are," he shouts out to her. "My time has passed, and I am on borrowed time. I am neither here or there. I am trapped in between. And I'll never find peace."

He douces himself in gasoline before dropping the can next to him.

"Goodbye, Esme."

He moves the lit flame to his soaked clothes, and just like that, his entire body was engulfed in superhot flames. He screamed like a thousand men writhing in pain as his flesh seared and burned black. He fell to his knees, but as he did, the bones cracked, and charred bone jutted up through his muscles tissue.

The screams subsided as he fell forward in flames that seemed to dance all across his blackened body.

"Gods damn it Morelle!" She rushes over, casting a sleep spell as best she could. She couldn't figure out how to stop the fire, and the only spell she had would have been ice. She dropped to her knees before his smoldering body and wept. "Morelle...." She just knelt and wept.

*Time to bury your brother*

Somewhere in Hell

"Am I free to leave?"

Pinhead walks through the multitude of chains as he smiles. "You are free to go wherever your mind takes you."

"Am I free to leave here?"



Pinhead stops and grabs a chain, before he gives Morrelle an evil grin.

"No."

post away!

A tall red headed green eyed pale girl of about twenty strolls the streets on Mercer Island. She finds herself in familiar territory as she kicks a tin can down the block. She cocked her head as dogs barked behind the gates of a grand home. She starred her eyes wide as the moon placed itself overtop the steeple style roofing.

The girl crosses the street to find the gates closed. The hounds immediately stopped sniffing and wagging their tales furiously as she opened the gate quietly. They sniffed and circled the red head and she knelt down allowing them a simple pet and a lick of the face. She spoke a strange language to them and they sat. She stood and began walking to the house. An erie feeling came over her as she stood at the front doors, hearing sobbing coming from just inside.

A ghould instinctively came to the door and said nothing. Her eyes were wide. "I can't believe it!" she exclaimed. "There is much disorder in this house...I beg you leave. The red head looks at her and offers a small grin. "Morrelle, is he around? she beckons" The ghoul bows her head. "Im afraid I have grave news. Morrelle has set hiself ablaze. The lady Esme sits over his charred body. Again I ask you...I beg you to leave this abomination of a home. Evil lurks here" Again she offers up a small grin. "I know by ghoulish friend. Thats why I am here. Point the way." The ghould lifts her arm and points down the hall. This pale framed, straggly red headed girl slowly walks down the hall, her black peasant skit dragging the floor. Her black combat boots and red corset top tightly clung to her skin, spagetti strap falling off her shoulder.

Bethany walks to find Esme standing over a charred body. "Is that Morrelle?" Bethany spits out again cocking her head as if a little insane. "I bet its a trick" She whispers. "I feel him here, Pinhead has sent you an imposter....quirkey little demon that killed my sister Anabella. Quirkey indeed.

Tag anyone

Somewhere in Hell

"Do you hear the sweet song that sadness brings?" Pinhead watched him closely. "Listen to her calling you. A siren luring the unexpecting ship to the rocks. Only YOU are the siren, and SHE is the ship, which you will lure here."



"Yes. It's time to play."

Pinhead belly laughs so loud even Hell heard it.

**and NO, you don't know any of this**

She looks up to the person, and is stunned by an almost creepy duplicate of herself. She stands and looks to the ghoul. "Clean up my brother, carefully and prepare his office for me. I'll begin the reconstruction of Seattle immediately." She turns to the newcomer. "Your sister is dead. You obviously are not Giovanni, so I ask that you leave or serve. I am now the leader of the family, and expect the respect that comes with it. Make your choice, child."

She turns and goes towards Morelle's study, leaving the door open.

The Hyatt Regency Hotel

The view of Seattle should be an 8th Wonder of the World. The city shimmered with multi-colored lights, like a Christmas tree, and even to his left, where Puget Sound's black waters carried cruise ships up to British Columia, Canada. He could see and hear the mortals laughing and carrying on. He even knew who was having an affair with who.

'Esme'.....he tried to sigh, but that was his mortal reaction, and he wished she was here with him now. Foolish, whim! That's what the suited gentlemen said. Esme, to them, was just another ant in a colony of ants. Insignifigent to their plans, except if she intervenes. Then she becomes a threat, and threats must be eliminated.

"You are forbidden to leave without notifying us first." That's what they told him as the closed the door behind them to slumber in their own rooms.

Antnonio dials Esme, desparate to hear her voice. The voice of the mother of their child.

He hears it ring. ((RING))

Esme snaps open her phone, glancing at the number. "Esme Giovanni. " She casts a glance outside the study, watching to make sure her brother's body is prepared. "Antonio, I presume you recieved my text message. My brother is dead now. He was turned mortal, and took his own life. Anabella is dead, but I have her sister here in the manor. The boys is blue can escort you here. There is no issue with them being here. I'm preparin for my brother's funeral and will let the elders know."

Antonio grimmaces. "I need to see the body, Esme. I need confirmation, and so does the family back home. The body must not be buried here. He has to go back, Esme. It's our way. And mandated as such."

He changes gears.

"I want to see you again."

"If my brother goes, then so do I. He can be examined, but he would want to be in Seattle, unless I took him to OUR home." She realized she was becoming the old Esme once more and smirked to herself. "I wish to see you again as well, but I have to rebuild Seattle... With or Without Vampiric blood."