ミ★✫彡
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑
- 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐘 𝐓𝐖𝐎 -
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𝐌𝐀𝐊 𝐏𝐎𝐕.

Marcie winked at her hairstylist signaling her to walk away. "You guys are interrupting me, I'm getting a hairdo." She touched her hair as if it wasn't obvious.

"Save it," Malachi said

"Oh hello." She smirked waving at her younger brother.

I rolled my eyes, "Let's go."

"What do you mean? I'm staying right here."

"No, you're not, you're coming with us, you know how you get around humans." I eyed her

"Who are you to come back into my life and tell me what I can or cannot do?- last time I checked I was the oldest here."

I sighed before walking away

...

"Wait." She said

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𝐖𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑, 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒.

Marcie sipped her beverage and glared, "So." She said as everyone else eyes were on her.

"I have so many questions," Marcus said

"Hit me." She replied

"This whole time you ran away?- why?"

"I was a young teen back in 1912 when I ran away from home. I was hiding a deep secret. I had done things that were unforgivable and had caused hurt to the innocent. I was a monster in disguise, and I knew it in my heart. I could not live with myself anymore or live with you guys so I decided to leave and find a way to atone for my sins."

"You sound like Mak," Milo said

"Because me and him went through the same things as being the oldest, everyone thought I was dead and accused Mak. Don't you guys get it, our parents were toxic- they wanted to believe the worst. Our parents were always rude, and toxic. They were always criticizing everything that we did, and always making us feel like nothing was ever good enough."

"It was suffocating to be around them and constantly have their judgment and negative energy. I felt like I could never be myself around them, and their constant criticisms and strictness made me feel like I was always doing something wrong or not good enough."

"Sure-I cannot use an excuse for killing innocent victims but I can tell you that our parents had a big impact on my mental health."

"Even Mak knows it."

"After I ran away Mak found me from the trails I left and locked me down there for a good reason, to protect our family because I was a murderer." She explained

Marcie stares at me, as she gently lowers her hands to mine, "I didn't mean the things I did Mak."

I moved my hands away, turning my head disgusted as she left some parts out.

"Wow." My brothers said

"I promise me leaving was genuine." She stares at everyone.

"Was turning me into this was genuine? Or after?" I glared at her.

Her facial expressions changed, she had remorse all over her face.

"Huh?" My brothers said

"It was an accident, Mak."

"You killing me!?- You're own brother was an accident?" My fist clenches.

"I tried to control it."

I scoffed "That's what everyone says, I had your back when you were this! and I had no idea what you were until you killed me!" My eyes start to water.

My brothers stared at the tears that were falling out of my face, their faces all confused and disappointed.

"You got to understand." She stared

"That's the thing! I don't."

"You know what-This was a mistake," I said getting up from the seat.

Rafe grabs my arm, "For Rhea, Remember?"

"Rhea is Dead! There is no way of bringing her back!"

....

"There is a way.." Marcie said

"Stop brainwashing him! Tell him that there is no way of bringing her back, tell him."

Rafe turns to stare at Marcie. "There is a way, right?" His voice gets soft.

"There is." She reassurances him with a soft smile.

"And how will that work?.. Abracadabra?" Malachi crossed his arms.

"Well.."

The look on Marcie's face said a lot, it took a minute for us to understand her facial expressions.

"No way."

"What?" Rafe goggles all of us.

"I thought they all died?"

"WHO?" Rafe asked from his seat

"Shh." Marcus hushed him

"Bruh." Rafe crosses his arms, sighing in his seat.

"They didn't all die, they all live in New Orleans."

"Why are you guys being so secretive!"

"Rafe please," Milo said

"I have her address, but let me come with you guys to make it right, i know every house, store, and street in New Orleans- you guys need me," Marcie begged

"Please, Mak."

"No, I don't think so."

Marcie moved the paper of the address away from Mak. "You know I'm still your sister right?-I told Rafe I would help for the exchange of our relationship brother."

"This would be a good time to bond with each other."

"I just want to make it right, I want a relationship with you all- we're not close anymore and I miss it."

"Please." This time she stares at everyone.

"I always wanted a sister, I don't see why not." Milo stood up from his seat.

Mak sighed before speaking "Whatever."

"Very well then." Malachi grinned

"Where are we going!?" Rafe yells

"To meet a old friend in New Orleans."

"And Who would that be?"

"A witch."