The woman watched her.  She had been aware of something that had happened at the house her niece had visited and had kept her presence from it, not wanting to jeopardize what she herself had planned.
 
Nothing would keep her from her goal.  And anything or one that tried..... would certainly die.
 
She lifted the plate in which Reese had cut herself on and smiled coolly, walking over to her altar.
 
Her niece, without realizing it, had just given her Aunt the perfect way to slowly take over her spirit and life force.
 
Through her blood.
 
The older woman began to chant quietly and began the spell.
 
It would be slow, but it would be, once finished, complete.
 
 
 
Reese went through the room downstairs and ended up at a bookcase that held different photographs, picking up one of a man and frowning when his name came to her.
 
Robert.
 
The reason she was frowning was.... she had never met the man before.  How did she know who it was?

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