[GoddessoftheDead]

 The scene opens on the beautiful countryside of New York. The vast forest spread out from around the ancient home that loomed out over the small town that sat below it. A dull light is seen in one of the lower windows, and seems to move on it's own. We soon see the camera inside, and that it is Necra moving through the empty house. Her shadow is cast upon the wall, as she moves in silence, but eyes watch her from each and every corner as she moves. The spirits of the dead follow her in hopes she will hear or see them and set them free from the ancient torment that they are stuck in. A cold breeze moves around her, and she smiles softly. He had arrived.

Necra: I'm glad you decided to come. Welcome to du Lac Manor.

TBC Brother Grimm

[Brother Grimm]

 "Impressive."

The cool voice emanated from within the shadows behind her and she could hear the soft, almost non-existent creak of the closet door in the hallway.

Curiously, she could hear the soft 'clump' of his feet on the hard floor on which she stood, but also the sound of something else -- something that sounded as if it were being dragged along the smooth, wooden floor.

He gave a slight toss and a heap crumbled at Necra's feet. She looked down to see a large, burlap sack at her feet and it clearly had live content within it as something was struggling inside. A muffled sob was heard from inside the bag's confines.

"You will forgive me for being late. I heard that it was considered rude to show up at another's home without a gift."</color></size>

[GoddessoftheDead]

 Necra smiles as her eyes flash a red before shifting back to their normal color.

Necra: Thank you. I think I have an idea for that one. I can sense things in them and the piece of art my father and I can make will be one that should be displayed. Now come, I have something to show you.

Necra walks toward the door, as spirits move around her. They fade as they try to touch her, or to harm her in any way. They move through the long hallway and a door flies open. Necra sighs, as she shuts it, and moves on.

Necra: If you ever hear a voice coming from up there, never trust it... The spirits in this house like to cause pain and suffering to anyone that enters the attic.

They reach the top of the long stair case that would lead them to the main floor, when a light in a room at the other end of the hall catches her eye. HE couldn't be here could he? No one had seen him in the house for almost 2 years and for him to show now would be a bit strange. She ignores the light, and starts down the stairs.

TBC Brother Grimm

[Brother Grimm]

 "Friends of yours then, I gather?"

The ironic bite of sarcasm was not lost on her from his words, nor was the smile on his face as they slowly descended the steps to her end goal destination. To a mortal his smile could chill the blood or curdle fresh milk. To 'their kind' it was ominously charming.

"I should like to see the spirit that believes itself capable of challenging me. The fact that they're dead already places me above them in the grand scale. Still..."

Again, that smile.

"Your concern is appreciated."

They arrive at the bottom of the stairs and Necra turns around to him when a wayward spirit drifts itself toward him and he hisses -- literally hisses at the wraith.</color>

[GoddessoftheDead]

 Necra looks back at him and shakes her head.

Necra: Not really. They are the souls that have been trapped here by one of the many members of the Darkside... Including myself. Come, we have much to see before the night is over.

They walk down the double staircase and they reach the main floor. Necra leads him into the living room, and smiles softly, as she starts going through books on one of the many shelves that lined the room.

TBC Brother Grimm

[Brother Grimm]

 He watched stoically as the young goddess browsed through the great many tomes that were stored on the shelves. Minutes passed as he appeared still, frozen -- like a statue, when the silence was broken.

"You'll excuse me if this sounds somewhat rude, but was there a particular point toward my being brought here? I was under the impression that you wished for me to see something. Something of a ... partocular interest in this group you speak so highly of."

There was the faintest of sounds to his far right and Grimm turned his head to look out through the thick window and watched as the wind had picked up and the skies grew a cloudy grey.

"Although I have to admit I do enjoy the weather in these parts."

He winced and closed his eyes for the briefest of seconds when he opened them again and exhaled softly. He waited a moment for the sensation to pass when he turned his head just a shade to the side to glance at her.

"I have to place a ... call. By any chance, do you have any pets or such you have no more use for?"</color>

[GoddessoftheDead]

 Necra just smiles and opens the large book that was in her hands. She flips to a page that showed a group of people sitting together in a black and white photo dated in the late 1800's.

Necra: This is why I called you here. I want you to join with the Darkside. This was the beginning of it in the 1800's. My uncle started it as a way to protect all creatures of the supernatural. But there is one test that you must go through a test before you join with us.

TBC Brother Grimm