"Persephone!" I hear mother call out to me as she enters my room and father behind her soon enough, I'm currently mixing arsenic and belladonna together when my name was called.

"Mother" acknowledging my parents "father"

"Your father and I wish to speak to you about something important" Mother tells me

"Of course" closing my poisons closet "what information am I about to receive?" My voice monotone as I speak with my parents.

"My dearest cousin" mother tells me "Charles is having issues with his daughter Isabella, we want you to fix her"

"Of course" nodding my head "where shall I be going?"

"A small town" father informs me "Forks, Washington"

"Your flight leaves in a few hours" nodding my head I go to make haste.

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When I walk through the airport of Seattle-Tacoma International Airport, people keep away from me. Excellent, I have my bags with me in a baggage cart being pushed by a scared guard. Right now I'm wearing a black corset dress with a low skirt and black boots with fingerless long sleeved gloves. I also had a choker around my neck, I have black eyeshadow with black lipstick to finish my look and black nails.

My luggage unlike these simpletons are black vintage bags. In about an hour I managed to fit everything I need to fix this cousin of mine.

When I'm outside, I see the man Charles holding a sign with my name on it. Walking over, he looks my way and I take in his features. From his stature he is a shy man with a love of beer by his small beer belly, but he tries to keep in shape since he is an officer of the law by his car.

"Persephone?" He asks

"Good evening" holding my hands before me "you must be Charles"

"You can call me Charlie" he nods his head "pleasure to meet you"

"As is to meet you in certain" waving the guard "you may go back to your post" he nods his head and quickly leaves, looking at Charles "let us pack my bags and we shall head to your residence so I may take a quick assessment on Isabella"

"Sure" he opens his truck as he grabs my bags and puts them away, we head to the front and I keep my handbag on my lap as I sit straight staring ahead of me in silence. When Charles drives away from the airport, his uneasiness is refreshing "so, Persephone" Charles speaks "your mom told me you like to sew?"

"The bodies of corpses and rag dolls" confirming "is there a cemetery near your residence?"

"No" he speaks "the cemetery isn't near my place"

"How unfortunate for you"

"How is it unfortunate?" He asked

"It is unfortunate because you and Isabella do not get to breathe in the scent of death" keeping a blank face "my family home is next to a cemetery so we get to breathe in the freshness of darkness and death everyday"

"How" Charles speaks after a few minutes "lovely"

"I suppose it is" blinking a few times "tell me Charles, this Isabella? Why is she damaged? Does she need some appendage removed or does she need a good chock of electrotherapy?"

"Uh" I see from my peripheral that Charles is sweating "she just needs someone her age to talk to, she's alienated all her friends"

"So she needs someone to share conversation?" Looking over at him for the first time "how mundane"

"Yeah" Charles agrees "Um, your parents had you transferred to Forks because you were recently expelled from your last school?"

"Attempted murder" I speak and he slams on the breaks, we jerk forward a bit before stopping. Charles looks my way "is there something you wish to speak about?"

"Attempted murder?" He asked

"First degree" confirming "I tried to kill the English professor"

"Why?" He asked

"He gave me a B minus of my last report"