(Gregory's POV)
"I haven't had one of these in awhile. I made sure to keep liquor out of the house when Anne was younger," I tell Christian as I down some beer. We're both sitting on the couch at my house. Christian came over to visit.
"I haven't been in New Orleans in awhile either," he says, relaxing deeper into the couch. After the kids graduated, Christian decided it was time to retire. Plus, with everything happening with the rouge attacks, he directed most of his focus to the supernatural world instead.
There has been more rouge attacks. They've been more vicious than ever. I've been meeting with some small vampire courts, witch groups, and werewolf packs to make plans to stop the rogues, but no one can agree on one thing.
Each group I visited had a problem, rather it was inner conflict within the group or wanting to coward away from a possible war with the rouges. It's like someone got into all of their heads or purposely started issues within the group. It doesn't make sense that not even one group wanted to join the fight against something that could possibly destroy the system that we worked hard to build.
"Any progress with searching for Anne," Christian asks me and it sets off a new headache. I shake my head no.
"The girl has never been good at hide and seek, but now I can't find her. I knew I should've embedded a tracker in her arm or something. Now I have to look for Chris too and Don hasn't been in contact with the pack in awhile. Hanna and Jaisley went to look for Anne and now their off the grid as well. Damn it, I'm too old for this," I rant on to Christian.
"I'm starting to remember why I didn't want kids," I hear Christian whisper and I chuckle.
"Once they grow up and start handling their own problems, they think they can't come to their parents for help anymore. When they start hiding things is when problems start."
"I guess I'll never know," Christian says, taking a sip of his beer.
"Once you meet the right person, your mind might change. You'll find someone that you might want to have kids with and it could be great," I tell him.
"Yeah, we'll see about that. I haven't had a real date in ages." Now that Christian has mentioned it, I haven't seen him on a date in a while. The last time I probably seen him on a date was when Anne's mother and I were first dating in our teens. Seeing how much time has passed makes me feel old.
"Have you tried dating apps," I ask him and he looks at me crazy.
"What would I even say on a dating app? Hello my name is Christian, all the ladies love me, and I just so happen to be a witch. That sounds amazing," he says sarcastically.
"Hmm, we can do better than that. Pull out your phone and we can download an app."
He rolls his eyes at me, but pulls out his phone and searches dating app in the App Store.
"Which one should I download? There's so many of them," Christian asks, scratching his head in confusion.
I grab the phone from his hands and scroll through all the apps. Ironically, I stumble upon an app called Witch Matchmaker. I show it to Christian and he chuckles.
"What's the worst that can happen," he asks sarcastically. I go ahead and download the app. Once it opens I put all of Christian's information in. Right away it does its magic and gives us a list of women we can match with.
"Look at all these crazy matches. I think I even see aunt Dina on here," Christians says, scrolling through the list of women.
"You know, with that attitude you won't be getting any dates." That doesn't seem to bother him. He's about to respond to me when I hear a knock at the front door.
"I'll get it. You keep scrolling mister," I tell him and get up from the couch. I look through the peephole in the door just for caution. My eyes bulge when I see who's at the door.
"Chris," I shout in disbelief and I open the door as fast as I can. I'm met with Chris standing in front of me with a big smile on her face.
"Look who finally popped up," I hear Christian say from inside the house. Chris laughs and enters the house.
"I'm sorry I disappeared. Everything has just been very crazy and I needed some space away before I came back to settle everything," she says as if she didn't escape from a dungeon.
"Do you know where everyone else is," Christian asks her. She shakes her head no and I can see her eyes start to glisten with tears.
"I'm so tired of all of this mess. I just want to rest," she blubbers in a crying mess. My heart pangs with guilt.
If I did my job earlier and solved the case of who's behind the rouge attacks, all of this probably wouldn't be happening. All of this is putting the kids under more pressure than they can handle.
"It's okay, Chris. We'll figure all of this out." I pull her into a hug and let her cry into my chest. "It's okay, princess," I say, thinking of Anne.
"Greg," I hear Christian yell and then I feel something stab me on my side. I push Chris away from me and I see the knife sticking out of my side. I look up in disbelief and see Chris eyes glistening white.
"What the hell Chris," I ask, groaning in pain and she smiles.
"I need a sacrifice," she says and tries to strike at me again with an ice blast from the palm of her hand. I block it and it reflects onto the wall on the opposite side. It instantly grows icicles.
"Sacrifice for what," Christian asks her. I start backing up fast before she can strike me again.
"I'm getting my mother back," she says and I freeze in shock. She sends a spell of lightning and Christian pulls me out of the way. He sends his own spell towards her, but it's only a shield. He builds a wall of fire betweens us and we run to the kitchen.
We hide behind the counter like a bunch of cowards.
"I swear things get worse with every passing day," Christian whispers under his breath. He puts his hand on the handle of the knife.
"Wait, what are you do- AHHHH!" He yanks the knife out and places his hand quickly on the wound. I start breathing heavier as heat waves come from his hand and starts to heal my cut.
I can hear Chris yelling from the other side of the fire shield. The sounds are very demonic.
"Better," Christian asks. I hadn't even noticed he was done healing me.
"Thank you," I say at the same time the door to the kitchen breaks open.
"Such cowards. No wonder you can't protect anyone and they just keep dying," Chris says. This is definitely not her speaking.
"I'm not fighting you, Chris. I know you're mourning over your mom, but this is not the right method," I scream to her from behind the counter.
A gust of wind picks up in the room and I look over at Christian to see his horrified expression.
"Hold onto something," Christian yells to me over the loud howl of the wind. It feels more like a tornado as it picks up speed.
I can feel my body lifting off the ground and I grab onto a drawer handle to stay on the ground.
"I don't care which one of you dies today, but I'm not leaving here without a sacrifice," Chris says and the wind gets more violent.
The kitchen sink is ripped off and it flies away. Some of the cabinets break off and the fridge starts to move.
"Chris, you have to stop this," Christian yells to her. She ignores and uses more force. I hold on tight and Christian does the same. I can see him struggling and the kitchen in mostly destroyed. The door is now shards of wood.
"Just let go already! I promise I'll let the other one go once one of you die. Would you like to fight to the death," Chris says.
"Just keep holding on! I'm going to find a way out," I yell to Christian. His hands are turning red from holding onto the counter. I look around for anything that can possibly help. I didn't want to have to hurt Chris. Anything but that.
"Ugh, you guys are wasting my time," I hear her say and the direction of the wind turns. I hold my grip, but Christian slips.
"NO!" I try to grab out for him, but I can't reach him and he goes flying towards the shards of wood that used to be the door.
I watch, frozen, as Christian is pierced in multiple parts of his body at once. The wind stills and I'm let back down on the ground.
I squeeze my eyes closed, not wanting to see the reality of what just happened. I don't want to look at the torn up body of another family member.
This isn't real. It can't be.
"I'll just be taking him now. You won't be needing him anymore." I open my eyes to see Chris carrying Christian's lifeless body over her shoulder. She doesn't even bat an eyelid at how inhuman this is.
I get up off my feet to stop her from taking him. She just smiles at me.
"What a fun day. It was nice seeing you, but now it's time for me to go." In a blink of an eye she's gone. Gone out of thin air.