A slender figure with long dark hair that cascaded down her back walked out of the strange tower. With a confident smile lacing her lips, she faced the many vampires and werewolves who threatened to tear down her lair.
"Welcome, everyone," she cynically greeted the invaders. "How do you like seeing your beloved ones here?"
She lifted her chin and stared into the magnified faces of her three prisoners. They did not look as miserable as they actually were.
"Release my grandfather, Izabella Hornthorpe!!!" Hans snarled.
"And my grandmother, you evil witch!!!" Lily Summerstone shouted.
"Aunt, how could you! She is your own mother!!!" Raven Hornthorpe cried out.
Izabella's face turned cold when she heard her niece's voice.
"My own mother, hm?"
Hans shouted at Izabella, "If you don't release them this instant, we are going to flatten your home."
Izabella broke into crazed laughter.
