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Boredom had set in. It was never a good thing to have Lucifel and boredom in the same thought, sentence... same anything. She looked around her room, and finally let out an exaggerated sigh. It was in that moment that she realized her room was too white, too dull, too neat, too everything... With that thought in mind, she ran out of her room.

She returned shortly with a container of green finger paint. How she’d found it was purely luck. Her parents had a knack for being good at hiding things, however, not so good since she came about.

She giggled mischievously as she dipped her green fingers into the green paint. She rubbed it between her fingers and for a moment thought about what she wanted to do with it. ‘Sissy pants pretty pictures… So, I can to!’ She thought to herself. What she had forgotten was that Victoria kept the paint on the paper and not everywhere else. This time she dipped her whole hand into the green finger pant and then ran for her wall. Smack! She stood back and admired the green handprint on the wall.

She clapped excitedly. Then she looked down and realized that both hands now had green finger pant on them. With that knowledge, she decided to press both hands against the wall. She repeated this several more times- until the paint wore off her hands.

She ran back over to the finger paint and dipped both hands in. Again she ran to the wall- unknown to her was the paint that was also now on the floor. She giggled as she smeared her fingers onto the wall. It took a couple of attempts before she succeeded in making an ‘L’. Feeling confident about her letter making skills she decided to move onto the next letter in her name.

She stood back and admired her work. L U C I F E L. It was clearly painted onto the wall. At least it was clear to her. She giggled. There needed to be more green ‘art’ on the walls. She ran for the paint once more before running over to another wall. This time she’d make clovers!

She had done about two clovers when Victoria poked her head into her room.

When Lucifel realized her sister was watching her she stopped. It was not because she knew she had been caught and was in trouble, it was because she was proud and wanted to show it off. Despite her hands still being covered in green finger paint she ran over to her sister grabbed her hands and dragged her into the room. “Look I art!” She giggled and clapped. She was very, very proud of herself.

Victoria was unsure of how to react. She knew her sister was expecting praise but at the same time she knew her sister was going to be in big, big trouble. Not only were the walls covered in ‘art’ but there were also drops of paint all over the carpet from where Lucifel had been running around.

Victoria was saved from answering as their dad came into the room to see what was so exciting. He their dad was coming in she scooted on out of the room. She wanted no part in the after math of her sisters art session.

“What have you gotten yourself into now little miss?” Vlad asked when he noticed Lucifel’s hands covered in green finger paint. Just from looking at her hands, he already knew the answer; he just wanted to see if she would tell the truth.

“I art!” Lucifel giggled and held up her green hands. “Like?” She asked. She still did not know that she had done anything wrong. After all, to her she had simply made her room less plan and in the process kept herself occupied since no one was able to play with her.

“I see,” Vlad said as he got a good look at what she had done to the walls. He was amazed at what she could accomplish in such a sort amount of time. He looked to Lucifel who was grinning ear to ear. He sighed. How could anyone get angry at her when she wore an expression like that.

Not that he knew it but it was Lucifel’s luck at work.

“Yes, I like your art,” Vlad finally said as he scooped Lucifel up. “I suppose you’ll want to leave it on the walls.” He barely had time to finish the sentence before she was clapping and nodding her head excitedly. “Alright,” he laughed. “But, we have to get the floor cleaned up.”

Lucifel looked down at the floor. She had not thought about the floor at all until he mentioned it. “Uh oh,” she said and covered her face with her hands. Now the green finger paint was on her face. “Sorry,” she mumbled through her fingers.

“Accidents happened,” Vlad laughed. If he could forgive Victoria then he could forgive Lucifel. At least paint on the floor wasn’t as serious as going out at night alone.

The last time Victoria had gone out was Thursday evening... with 'that boy' named Philip. Since then she had made little movement. She hadn't eaten and certainly let herself go. She was nothing at all like her typical self and she was far from sick.

It was now late Sunday afternoon.

In her lap was her journal.



The brief bit she had written had taken her a good couple of days. She'd done it in between her naps. Her hand writing wasn't her typical to fancy cursive that was so curly it was hard to read... it was scribble and messy and lifeless.



Those were the last things she had written (each about thirty minutes apart) and that had been at least a couple hours ago. She was beyond the point of knowing what was real and what wasn't...

The enchantress didn't know she had been enchanted by the enchanter.

"Sissy! Sissy!" Lucifel, who was standing directly in front of Tori was screaming at the top of her lungs, had gotten to response from her sister. She gave her a slight shake.

Tori turned her head and mindlessly smiled. "You want a story," her voice was monotone, lifeless, and hardly held its normal snappishness.

"No story. Me worried about you..." though Lucifel wasn't older or smarter than Tori or her parents she did know something was up even if she didn't know exactly what was up.

Aside from hearing that her sister didn't want to be read a story Victoria hadn't really even heard her sister. "Half an hour till he'll be here," she sighed.

"No go! Go with me! I take my pretty sister! Pick me not him!" Lucifel wrapped her arms around Tori. As frightened as she was it didn't show.

"It would be rude to cancel on such sort notice," Tori said as she returned the hug, in the process pulling her sister into her lap. Unlike Philip her sister was warm but both were inviting (Philip a little to inviting).

"I call! I say you sick!" Lucifel unlike Tori had no problem lying. She of course knew when to and when not to. It was that right place right time sorta thing... her luck. "You go with me!" She hugged her sister tighter.

Tori with empty eyes looked into her sisters. "Does it means that much to you." When her sister bobbed her head in a confirming manor Tori gave a small smile. "Alright then while you do that I'll get a shower and get dressed."

"Yip-E!" Lucifel giggled and hugged her sister tighter- if that was even possible. "Love you sissy! Love you lots!"

"Love you to," Tori giggled, however, it was pretty much lifeless. It was also as if she was sleeping in a waking state.

Lucifel scooted from her sisters lap and then pushed her off the sofa. "Shower! Gussy up!" She clapped and giggled.

"Okay," Tori said as she stood up. She looked her sister over before leaving the room. It was strange to felt this loved- this cared for by someone other than Philip.

Once Lucifel heard the shower she ran from the living room, down the stairs, and towards the cafe... It was the only phone. She knew that Uncle Rhine would understand and wouldn't mind her using it.