Holly's POV

I grinned with satisfaction, as the chemicals started bubbling violently, and slowly cooled to become my perfect, slime manufactured face mask. The doorbell rang, and I stiffened, and immediately started flicking switches and shutting down my bizarre yet wonderful mechanisms of the century. My mask, where was it when I needed it? I looked beneath my table, and there it was. Slightly crumpled, but in other terms, fine. I shuffled to the door, and peeked through a small gap that held me and the outside world apart. Three teenagers stood there, and I clapped my hands with delight. "Oh welcome, my specim - I mean guests! I see you've came for dinner, children? Come in!" I sort of felt nostalgic, just seeing them all stand before me, looking puzzled and confused. That was exactly how my children's expressions were when I left the house, the only place where I felt loved, but I knew I was never going back... I couldn't. My mind was wandering to dark places that no one other than I could visit. I twirled by flaming red hair, and suddenly pulled hard. A strand of my red hair crumbled into ashes in a nanosecond, and I gasped in horror as I realized: My shape shifting powers that I brought with me when I rised from the graves almost a century ago, These were all going to backfire, and I knew it was gonna happen soon. I pressed a small red button almost hidden inside a small oak panel, and my whole laboratory flipped to reveal a normal fireplace and a shelf jam - packed with picture frames and small ornaments. 

My attention directed back to the children as I slowly opened the door, and ushered them inside.

Leia's POV

"Hello Auntie Holly! It's nice to meet you again, and thank you very much for inviting us over for dinner..." I stammered. David trudged inside, and sat on a velvet armchair with more velvet draping it's sides. He grinned sheepishly, and took out his phone and started texting , his fingers rapidly stabbing the small buttons on his mobile. Georgina scuffed around the room, and examined some broken pieces of china in the bin. Holly strided to the lounge area, glanced at us, and after a while, she hooted: "Dinner's ready!"

We ate our asparagus and meatloaf in silence. Well, David was chewing noisily, but other than that, it was so quiet that we could hear a pin drop inside a soundproof room. I know, I'm describing how quiet it is, and I don't mean that I could actually even hear that in literal sense... whatever. Holly's dazzling green eyes were sharp and piercing, and somehow... eerie. She suddenly stood up, and removed something on her face... A mask. No, not a mask, but another face. I screamed loudly and toppled over, struggling to get on my knees and run out. I recognized that face, it was the Lady.

Holly's POV

I smiled wickedly, and clasped my hands together. My long fingernails scraped the back of my hand, and a drop of blood protruded from the tiny gash. It spilled, splattering on my cream white and red checkered tablecloth. "Oops!" I giggled. The teenage boy, I think his name was... Dave? Anyway, Dave looked horrified, his fists clenched and his mouth gaping. "Do -n't hu - rt us you man-ni -niac! You looked like as if you cau - cau - sed a homi -mi- cide! Or... a world - wide fa - mine! Sta - y - ay aw - ay!" He stuttered. He reached into his pocket and shakily flicked his Swiss pocket knife. The teenage girl eyes were narrowed, and she stepped back. Georgia scowled at me, or whatever her name was. "Do I... know you?" she asked rudely. She was quite brave to question me, The Slime queen. I smirked, and thrusted my biography page at her. The page was from a book I found in the Library of mystical and magical creatures. Well, in the remains of it. Her eyes widened as she scanned the page, but she managed to keep herself from gaping. Hahaha, wait till' she reads the back! I recited the last few paragraphs in my mind: "The slime queen fought many wars, her real name was Aubrey Archer. She was the Queen of Romania, and Aubrey was killed in a battle against Stefarold Reginald, King of Nepal. Aubrey loved Stefarold dearly, but Stefarold pitied her in having such a weak heart and fall in love with strong brave men such as him. Aubrey was heartbroken, but her undying love never perished until she was killed. She came back from the dead as a monster and seeks revenge, for she will kill whoever she sets her evil eyes upon, and will kill as many people as she pleases to find Stefarold, and punish him for what he did. Before she was sent to battle with her army,  Aubrey had been forced to marry the King of England, so therefore, she was agreeing on a marriage that did not consist of true love, but on laws and a former truce between two countries. Aubrey had two children, but unlike the king of England, she loved them dearly, and cared for them. You see, she was called the slime queen for a particular reason. Her obsession with slimy substances began ever since she was two years old. Her father and mother had neglected Aubrey since she was a young child, and did not love her at the very least. Her servants were quite stupid and bathed the little girl in strange chemicals, thinking that she would turn cleaner that way. Even the servants hated Aubrey, because of her fiery temper and unsettling determination. She was pushed away from the limelight, and grew in the shadows in her childhood. For a period of time, the whole of Romania forgotten that Aubrey was even alive." This was only the first few pages of my biography. The rest were burned into ashes right in front of my very eyes, or... was it just hidden. My life? Hiding from me? I needed to retrieve those pages, because I cannot remember anything from when I once lived, as a breathing human. I'm a monster, in disguise. I sometimes feel like... I was always ugly, from the start... I was a shriveled little redhead since I was born, and I need to know how my story ends. In a dramatic twist, or a lousy romance? Yet I wanted people to recognize me, as a something, not a nothing. I needed to get revenge on Stefarold, trap these teenagers as my specimens for human behavior, and find the lost pages of my biography, so I can finally discover what evil means of torture Sterafold had put me through...I know i'm asking for a lot, but I have a evil plan in mind!