Chapter One: The Phonecall

        I woke up at 6AM to the smell of bacon, eggs, and coffee. It was what I woke up to most mornings. I don't even need an alarm clock anymore. Nothing gets me up faster than the smell of delicious breakfast food. But my skilled nose detects a sharp odor; it's burning. I frowned as I threw my downy black comforter off of me and got to my feet. The hardwood floor chilled my feet and I quickly got my slippers out from underneath the bed. Winter's in New York could be quite chilly. I wrapped myself in my fluffy robe before I slipped out of my room and padded into the kitchen. "Aunty? What's going on? You never burn breakfast." I muttered sleepily as I attempted to rub the blinds of exhaustion out of my eyes. My aunt was dead silent and I saw her clutching the phone to her chest. I felt my stomach knot up instantly. Something was wrong. "Aunty...? What's the matter?" I asked, my voice soft as I slowly approached where she was sitting at the table. I sat down across from her and slowly reached over, gently prying the phone out of her hands. She slowly looked over at me and it was like this was the first time she'd seen me.

"The food's burning." she suddenly blurted out. Aunty was pale as she stood up and darted over to the stove. I slowly got up and walked over to the coffee pot, getting two mugs. I poured two cups and added two spoonfuls of sugar to mine, and two splashes of creamer. Aunty took hers black. I could hear her behind me, getting plates and silverware. Normally we had a sleepy morning conversation, but this time it was dead silent. It was unnerving. I sat down and a moment later Aunty sat beside me and handed me a plate. There weren't any eggs this time around and I know that's what I smelled burning. The toast was a bit limp today as well. I took a sip of my coffee and began to push my bacon around. I slowly ate mine as I stole glances at my aunt. Her brown eyes were swollen and red with tears. Whoever had called, it'd been bad news.

"Aunty..."

"The call was from your grandmother." Aunty's voice was raw and tired. I bit my lip nervously as Aunty picked at her food. "Your grandfather passed away a couple of nights ago." she informed me quietly. I felt my heart plummet and I slowly set my fork down.

        I hadn't spent a lot of time with my grandfather in the past couple years. When I was younger we were inseparable. He'd told me stories about my mother, his daughter and Aunty's sister. He'd taught me how to fish, and even though I hated it, I used to sit on the pier with him. I had lived with him, my grandma and Aunty until I was ten years old. Aunty had taken me to the city after Grandpa had started getting sick. For the past five years we'd only talked through the phone. I thought he'd been getting better.

        I felt tears welling up in my eyes and I struggled to keep them back. I failed and a few tears slipped silently down my pale cheeks. I took in a deep shaky breath as I covered my mouth and tried to remain calm. All of a sudden Aunty was by my side and she had her arms around me and was holding me to my chest. I buried my face in her chest and suddenly I felt myself break. A horrible sob burst out of me and I felt tears pouring out of my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around Aunty and held onto her. I could smell her light floral shampoo and it brought a slight sense of comfort to me. I took a deep breath and as another choked sob forced itself out my throat. Aunty rubbed his hand slowly up and down my back, gently murmuring sweet comforts to me. After a moment she stepped back and took her seat. She took my hand and gently gave it a squeeze. "There's more, Serenity... They did his will reading, and one of his final wishes was that you move back to the house." Aunty said slowly. I lifted my head, eyes widening.

"He wanted me to move back...?" Aunty nodded as she ran her thumb over the back of my hand.

"He left you quite a large inheritance. When you move back, Grandad's lawyer will give you your inheritance. The only requirement is that you move back to Blackbourne." Aunty told me with little sigh. I frowned in thought. I'd been living in New York for the past five, almost six years now. Blackbourne was in the middle of nowhere, a small marsh town. I had a couple friends here, and Aunty too.

"Would you come with me, Aunty?" I asked quietly. I was still feeling sick from the news of my grandfather's passing, but I forced myself through it. Aunty bit her lip and looked down at the table before into my chocolatey eyes.

"I'm sorry, baby... It was in the will that only you would return to Blackbourne. If you do this, you have to do it alone..."

~*~*~

        "So, you're getting this awesome inheritance, but you have to move to some boring ass, country hick town in the middle of nowhere?" Agatha quizzed as she lifted her cigarette to her lips. I frowned at her and clenched my jaw.

"It's not a boring, country hick town. It's actually pretty cool there. I'm just not sure if I want to go back... I grew up there, but I fit into New York. Back in Blackbourne, I never really fit in." I mused to myself. I reached over and took the offered cigarette from Agatha. I took a long drag off of it and sighed. "But... He was my grandfather... It was one of his last wishes that I go back and live there again. I think I'm going to do it." I informed Agatha as I blew out the smoke. She looked aghast.

"Serenity, come on! All your friends are here. What about us?" she cried angrily. I sighed and ran my fingers through my stick straight, dirty blond hair.

"I know, but he was my family, Ags. Its something I have to do." I stated firmly, refusing to back down from my decision. I loved my friends, but my grandfather had practically raised me. I had to fulfill his final wishes...

~*~*~

        "Is she coming?" the aged woman in the chair croaked.

"We just got called by her aunt. She's decided to come back." a voice in the shadows stated. The woman slowly nodded.

"Good... Did her aunt say anything that she might know?" the shadowy man shook his head.

"No, Madame. I don't believe she knows." he assured her. The elderly woman nodded as her withered fingers stroked the glossy wood of her armchair.

"Good... I don't need my little granddaughter fretting before she even gets here. Does he know?" the woman practically spits in disgust. The man nods.

"He's been throwing things around all day. I don't think he's too happy." the woman pursed her lips. "Madame... Do you think she remembers?" he asked hesitantly. The woman sighed as she slowly twisted her silver wedding ring around her finger.

"She was still a young thing when she left here. I don't think she'd be coming back here if she remembered." the woman sighed. "She's grown into such a lovely young woman. I only pray that she doesn't get hurt." she murmured, a soft sigh leaving her aged lips as she gazed into the distance.

 

A/N: So I'm gonna try and update on Mondays, Tuesdays, and Thursdays. Please remember to vote, comment, and add to your libraries!! ILY guysss!

Teaser: Serenity arrives back at Blackbourne and recieves an ominous welcoming back to town, along with arriving back at her childhood home where she discovers a disturbing sight

Chapter Two: Welcome To Blackbourne

        "Are you sure you have everything, Serenity?" Aunty asked me anxiously. I smiled and rolled my dark eyes at her concern.

"I have everything, Aunty. I promise. And if I forget anything, I'll call." I giggled. Aunty smiled softly as she tucked her red hair behind her ear.

"You don't have to go if you don't want to, baby... I'm sure we can figure out how to get your grandfather's inheritance without moving you back to Blackbourne." Aunty said for probably the millionth time. I gave her a weak smile and moved to wrap my arms around her. She stiffened for a moment before she put her arms around my much slighter form and clutched me to her chest.

"I'm gonna miss you." I muttered quietly, my voice muffled by her sweater. Aunty let out a sad little laugh as she gently stroking my hair.

"I'll just be a phone call away, baby girl. You call me if you need anything, and I'll get it for you. And I'll come down to visit whenever I can. I'll try to be down for New Years, okay?" Aunty looked down at me and smiled nostalgically. "I'm gonna miss you. House is gonna be so quiet without you blasting your music at three AM." I could see tears welling up in Aunty Allison's emerald eyes and I felt bad. I didn't want to leave Aunty, but it was my grandfather's last wish. I couldn't say no to that.

"Don't cry, Aunty, then I'll start crying." I demanded, my voice cracking a bit. Aunty smiled and fanned herself to stop the tears.

"I'm trying, I'm trying." she said softly. We both looked up as the train whistled announcing the need to get on. Aunty's eyes suddenly widened and she gasped. "I forgot, I got you a present! Don't open it until you get on the train." Aunty ordered me. She took out a large red gift bag out from behind her that she'd managed to keep hidden. My eyes lit up and I couldn't help but give a squeal of joy. It might be shallow of myself, but I did enjoy gifts. Especially Aunty's gifts. She always chose the best.

"I won't open it till I get on the train, I promise. I love you Aunty, I'll miss you!" I said tearfully. I hugged her tightly once more and she kissed me on the cheek.

"Hurry up and get on the train, you're going to miss it." Aunty urged me. I nodded and quickly wiped my eyes before gathering my bags and running to the train. I boarded with the help of a steward and was escorted to my seat. I was seated by the window and I saw Aunty still standing there at the station, tears running down her cheeks and her mascara smeared. I felt tears welling up in my own brown eyes as I forced myself to give a trembling smile and I raised a shaky hand to give a pathetic wave. Leaving Aunty was harder than I thought. She was the only family I knew other than my grandparents. She raised me alongside them, and got me through my teenage crisises. She was there to help with my geometry homework when I needed her, soothed my nerves on my first day of high school, and sat with me for hours with a pint of Butter Fingers ice cream while I cried on her shoulder over a boy that broke my heart. She was like my mother, and I knew I would be seeing her, but I was going to miss her motherly advice and friendship. I loved her more than anything.

        I bit my lip, sniffled a bit, and wiped my tears as the train pulled out of the station and began to move down the tracks. I wiped at my nose before I grabbed the bag that Auntie had left for me. I pulled out the tissue paper before pulling out a large, pink circular box. I excitedly tore the top off and my eyes lit up at the contents.

It was a hat, one of the types with the large floppy brims. It was my favorite color too, black. It matched perfectly with my outfit righ now too; a long black dress with a ribbon tied around my waist. The sleeves were flared out a bit at the cuffs and the dress billowed out nicely around my ankles. The neckline was decorated with black lace and I was wearing a pair of lace black gloves that Aunty had bought for me on my last birthday. The hat was perfect. I couldn't help but smile as I placed it on my head. Aunty always knew just what to get for me...

~*~*~

        "Miss?" I was roused from my slumber by a man's voice. I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. We'd been on the train for hours now and I must've fallen asleep.

"Yes, I'm awake." I said alertly, hoping no one was trying to bum money off me while on the train. I looked up and saw an elderly man. The train was almost empty. It was just the two of us, and two families in the back of the car.

"Did you miss your stop sweetheart? We're pretty far out here for you to be getting off. We're way out in the boonies now." he looked to be in his 80's and was dressed in a sweater and loose khakis. I smiled faintly.

"Where are we, sir?" I asked curiously as I looked around at the trees whipping by and saw a few mountains as well.

"We'll be hitting the Westriver station in 5 minutes. Are you getting off there?" he asked me as he took a seat across from me. I pushed the brim of my hat up a bit to get a good look at him.

"No, I'm getting off at the next town, Blackbourne." I said brightly. The man instantly paled and his watery eyes widened.

"...you're getting off at... Blackbourne?" he gasped. I looked at him in confusion and slowly nodded.

"I'm moving back in with my grandmother. I'm from Blackbourne, but I'm moving back from New York." I informed him quietly. He shook his head.

"No, no... You can't go there, sweetie." he mumbled urgently. I cocked my head to the side.

"What for? I mean it's a little stran-"

"No!" he cut me off with his wheezy voice. He reached over and grabbed my knee and I could feel the fear and urgency that was coming off of him. "Don't go to Blackbourne. It's cursed! After... After what that town did, it's unspeakable... You can't go back there, sweetheart. That Williams family got the entire town cursed with what they did." he said mournfully, shaking his head. My chocolatey eyes widened.

"The Williams family...? I'm a Williams... My name's Serenity. I'm Serenity Williams. My grandfather just died. That's why I'm going back. What happened in Blackbourne?" I asked in a panicked voice. The station was coming up and I wanted to hear what happened. The elderly man shook his head as he stood to gather his luggage.

"It's unspeakable... You can't stay there, Serenity. Not when you're a Williams... You get out of there, sweetheart. Before it's too late." those were his final omnious words before he stood and gathered his luggage, getting off his train with one more frightened glance back twards me. I watched as he hurried off the train station with a young woman, his daughter probably. At least he had a family...

I looked around and saw I was alone on the train now. No one else was going to Blackbourne. I knew it was a little bit out in the middle of nowhere, and the people were a bit strange, but the old man was crazy. It couldn't be 'cursed'. Curses weren't real. I shook my head as if to fling off the bad thoughts as I settled into my seat. Blackbourne was the next town over from Westriver, but it was a good forty minute trip there. Might as well take another nap...

~*~*~

        I woke up as the train jerked into the station. I quickly got up and grabbed my luggage from the rack over my head. I only had a couple of suitcases with me. Aunty was shipping the rest of my things from New York, promised they'd be here in a week or so. I adjusted my hat once more (I had now decided that it was my new favorite possession) and with the help of the steward, I departed from the station. I looked around and at first thought it was completely abandoned. The station in New York, and even the smaller towns had been buzzing with people. I didn't think there was anyone at the station at first, but then I saw a man. He was tall and very distinguished looking, dressed in a black suit and red tie. His black hair was slicked back and his hands were clasped in front of him. He had a strong defined jaw and dark, almost black eyes. The same eyes I'd just been studying turned towards me and a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He stepped towards me and I had to wonder who he was. "Serenity Williams, I presume." he spoke cordially and politely, but with a friendly air. He had a king geniuine smile, and it made me relax slightly. I smiled a bit and gave a nod.

"That'd be me. How'd you guess?" I asked him curiously. He gave a short little laugh.

"No one's gotten off at this station for years now, ma'am. When Madame told me you were coming, I knew you wouldn't be hard to find. The whole town knows you're coming." he informed me. I raised my brow as I walked towards him, dragging my luggage with me.

"Can I ask who you are? And just who Madame might be?" I asked him curiously, cocking my head to the side. He smiled at me and gave a little bow.

"My name is Baudelaire, ma'am. I work for your family. I mostly just tend to Madame, -I'm sorry, your grandmother- but I am now also to work for you." he informed me kindly. I looked a bit startled.

"You work for my family? The Williams?"

"Well I believe that's your last name now isn't it, ma'am?" he commented sarcastically. I couldn't help but laugh a bit and nod. "Let me take your luggage to the car. Madame has been eagerly awaiting you. She may be elderly but she's still got quite a mouth on her." he gave a light laugh as he moved to take my suitcases away. I nodded my thanks to him before I followed him, having to jog a bit to keep up, my dress flowing out behind me.

"So you say the whole town knows that I'm coming?" I asked him curiously as Baudelaire led me towards a sleek, fancy car. As we got closer, I was shocked to see how nice it was. "Holy shit!" I gasp before he can answer me. "What type of car is this? Is this your car?" I blabbered as Baudelaire loaded my things into the trunk. He looked amused at my shock.

"Oh no, this is not my car. It's Madame's. I use it to drive her to and from wherever she needs, run errands, etc." he said nonchalantly as he shut the trunk and opened the back seat door for me. Baudelaire was proving to be quite good at his job. He even helped me into the back before shutting the door. I admired the smooth leather seats and wood finish in the car. It must've cost a pretty penny. I remembered Grandma and Grandpa being well off, but not this wealthy. To be honest, I really didn't have too many memories of Blackbourne. It was all vague, glimpses and flashes. Whenever I tried to focus on a consistent memory of the town, it would fad away. I remembered my grandfather and my grandmother, but everything else was like a fuzzy blur.

"Ma'am?" Baudelaire's calm voice broke through my suddenly confused thoughts. I looked up and saw him watching me through the rear view.

"Sorry, did you say something?" I asked him, blushing a bit at my own stupidity. "I zoned out a bit." I apologized as I absentmindedly picked at the lace gloves I was wearing. He smiled a bit.

"I wanted to know if you wanted an answer to your earlier question. About the town." I smiled a bit when I remembered how off track I'd gotten.

"Yes, you said at the station that everyone in town knew I was coming. Our family, are they well known?" I asked curiously. Baudelaire let out a laugh at my words.

"Well known? Oh, ma'am, your family is the very root of this town. Blackbourne was started by the Williams. My family's worked for your family since the beginning. It's a tradition." he informed me with a faint smirk at my naivety about my family past.

"So... people know us...?" I asked in shock. I had been much younger the last time I was here, and Grandma never let me out into town much. I was unaware that we were so influential on the town. Baudelaire smiled and nodded at me.

"Correct. The entire town knows you're coming." he informed me. "The Williams heiress, finally returned to Blackbourne. Everyone's buzzing about it." I watched as the town came into view. It was all gray and rather dilapidated. I saw people on their porches stiffen as we came into view. People on the street straightened up when they saw the car. Everything looked rather shabby compared to the sleek, shiny car that we were driving in. I felt my heart sink a bit as the townspeople began to look at us, some in fear, some in awe, some in disgust, some in hatred. I felt sick to my stomach. What was going on...?

My eyes were drawn to a large hilll that we were approaching. At the top I could see a huge mansion. Just from here I could tell how elaborate and elegant it was. I leaned forward in my seat and my brown eyes widened as we started up the hill. Baudelaire's eyes darted to me and I could see him smiling. "Welcome to Blackbourne, ma'am. Welcome to Blackbourne..."

A/N: Yaaay chapter twooo :D please vote comment, like whatever. ILY guyzzz!

Teaser: Serenity reunites with her grandmother and begins to explore the family estate where she runs into a strange boy. Baudelaire hints as to why Serenity may not remember much of her childhood in Blackbourne.

Chapter Three: The Williams Graveyard

        My eyes were wide with awe as we continued driving up the hill. There were no other houses on the way towards the house. We'd left the town behind. My eyes scanned the dark, grey landscape. It was so dark here. "How big is the house?" I asked Baudelaire curiously. He'd been politely answering any questions throughout the entire drive.

"It's on 70 acres of land. The house itself is 4 stories, not counting the basement. Over 100 rooms." he informed me. My eyes went even wider. It really was like a mansion.

"Holy shit... Are we loaded or something?" I asked curiously. I heard Baudelaire laugh in the front seat as we pulled up to the house.

"I guess you could say that, ma'am. I just wouldn't phrase it as such around Madame. Your grandmother is a very proper woman." he advised me. I looked up at the front porch as Baudelaire parked the car. I saw an elderly woman standing at the top of the stairs. Her whispy hair was pulled up into a bun and she had a pair of glasses resting on her nose. She was dressed in a heavy black coat and she had a red scarf wrapped around her neck. Her eyes were sharp and I could feel them trained on me as Baudelaire turned off the car and quickly got out, opening my door and taking my hand as he helped me out. I suddenly felt underdressed as Baudelaire got my luggage from the trunk. The woman, my grandmother I hoped, looked so elegant and seemed to be wearing expensive clothing. I was wearing the knock off brand clothes Aunty had bought for me. I just prayed that it wouldn't be an issue.

"It's about time you returned, Baudelaire. I feared you'd crashed in the marshes." she commented sarcastically. Baudelaire let out a polite little laugh as he set my things at the foot of the stairs. He offered me his arm and I nervously took it as he helped me ascend the steep stairs.

"You wish, I'm sure, Madame. I just drove a little slower on the way back so the little miss could see our lovely town." he said as I stepped onto the porch. My grandmother looked me up and down, ignoring Baudelaire.

"Well, aren't you a scrappy little thing..." she commented. "Your clothes, they're cheap. Where did you get them?" she scoffed in distaste. My shoulders fell a bit and I bit my lip.

"Aunty bought them for me... From some stores at the mall." I informed her quietly. She turned up her nose and dismissed it with a wave of her hand.

"I will not have my granddaughter prancing around in cheap department store clothes. I'll have someone come by later to fit you for some tailored outfits." she informed me coolly. I nodded.

"Baudelaire, take her things in and show her to her room. Afterwards, I'll have some tea downstairs in the living room. Serenity, you may join me if you like. If not, feel free to rest or go explore the grounds. I only ask that you don't go into the basement. We're having some repairs done." she explained. Baudelaire came back up the stairs with my suitcases. He moved past me and opened the door for my grandmother and gave her a little smile as she went inside.

"Come along, little miss. I'll show you to your room." he said as he took in the rest of my luggage. I stepped into the foyer and my eyes instantly widened. There was a huge glass ceiling four stories up that let the dim light in. There was faded black and white striped wallpaper and elegant, dark wood paneling that came up to my waist. There were old looking sconces on the walls with actual candles inside that were lit and providing flickering light. There was a large set of french doors to my right where I saw an elegant living room that Grandama had disappeared into. The whole house looked like it hadn't changed at all from the Victorian era. I admired the large spiral staircase that ascended up all four stories. I blinked and saw Baudelaire walking towards the staircase. I quickly darted after him and followed him up to the third floor.

"Madame put me in charge of designating you a room. I didn't know what you would like, so please tell me if there's anything I can do to make you comfortable, little miss." he said warmly. I smiled at him as he opened one of the doors. I stepped in and gasped. It was gorgeous. There was a queen bed in the center of the room with veil drapings around the sides. There were dim lights on the walls and a gorgeous old fashioned makeup dresser with a mirror. There was a shelf full of books and a walk in closet. My eyes widened as Baudelaire set my luggage down.

"This is amazing!" I cried, spinning around and reveling in the amazing room. Baudelaire smiled at my reaction.

"I'm glad you like it. I chose a room I thought you would enjoy." he informed me kindly. I smiled at him as I ran over and dropped onto the bed.

"I love it." I said happily, before I let out a long, sad sigh. Baudelaire arched a brow as he folded his hands together in front of him.

"Is anything the matter, little miss?" he asked me. I propped myself up on my elbows and took my hat off, setting it on the bed beside me.

"I'm just going to miss my aunt, Allison. She was the best. She was like a mom to me. Every night before bed, she'd leave a cup of tea beside my bed, and a book she thought I would like. Stuff like Stephen King, and stuff like the classics." I couldn't help but smile at the thought of Aunty. I was going to miss her. Baudelaire sighed and nodded.

"Well, I'll try and make things as comfortable for you as I can. Would you like me to unpack for you?" he inquired. I smiled and shook my head.

"I think I'm alright. I don't want to keep you away from Grandma for too long. I'll probably take a look around." I told him cheerily. Baudelaire nodded and gave me a little bow.

"I'll come fetch you when dinner is ready. Be careful on the grounds. Just come get me if you need anything." he said kindly. I nodded and tucked my hair behind my ear.

"Thanks, Baudelaire." he nodded at me before he quickly left to tend to my grandmother. I simply sat in pleasant silence for a minute or two after he left before I stood up and wandered over to the tall windows that sat on either side of my bed. I looked through, wanting to see perhaps a pleasant view of the mountains that surrounded Blackbourne on all sides. I paled however at the sight that met me. A graveyard. There was a graveyard right outside my window. My brown eyes widened in a morbid fascination. I loved graveyards, but I was a little disturbed that there was one right outside my window. My eyes caught movement however and proceeded to get even wider. There was someone there. I ran over and grabbed my hat before darting over to the door. I peered out before I slipped out and tiptoed down the stairs. I wasn't looking to bring my grandmother down on me. I saw Baudelaire in the living room with my grandmother, their backs to me. I ran over to the door and pulled it open, running out onto the front porch. I ran down the stairs and my feet squished the mud underneath me. It had started lightly sprinkling, but I paid no mind to it. I took off running towards the left side of the house and I was there in seconds. I peered around the corner and saw a boy there. I frowned, squared my shoulders, and stepped out and began to walk towards the graveyard. He was laying on the large, stone fence. He was propped up on his elbows, his legs sprawled out in front of him.

"Hey!" I yelled as I stormed towards him. "What're you doing here?" I queried as I pushed open the creaky graveyard gate. He looked over at me and smirked. He looked tall and wiry, with curly reddish brown hair and the most gorgeous set of brown eyes I'd ever seen. His skin was pale and he had full red lips. I had to admit that, as cliched as it sounded, my heart skipped a beat. He sat up and I couldn't help but admire the leather jacket that covered his torso.

"I might ask you the same question. Who the hell are you?" he asked me sarcastically. I crossed my arms and widened my stance, cocking my head to the side.

"I'm Serenity. Serenity Williams. I just moved back here." I informed him coolly. He smirked at me.

"Well, Serenity Williams, I'm Peter Samuels." he told me with a little laugh. "You're the Williams heiress." his tone suddenly turned serious and I frowned a bit.

"I am, what's it to you?" I asked him incredulously. What was with this whole Williams heiress thing? I was just getting an inheritance. Peter laughed.

"What's it to me? Just everyone's talking about it. You're the next one to battle the curse." he wiggled his brows ang gave me a menacing smirk. I clenched my jaw.

"What curse are you talking about?!" I cried angrily, crossing my arms defiantly.

"You don't know about the curse? The Williams curse, Serenity. You'll start to see it soon enough." Peter chuckled. I felt my stomach knot up at the ominous message.

"What do you mean?" I asked nervously.

"You'll see soon enough, like I said. Now, I'll leave you in peace. But be careful of the curse, Serenity. Don't let it get you like it got the others." he said with a dark laugh as he jumped up and brushed past me and through the gate. I actually felt frightened as I watched him walk towards the road.

"Wait, what are you talking about?!" I cried, running to the gate.

"Stay away from the Greymist marsh, Serenity. Don't go poking around. You might want to watch your back. You don't want to be another Williams that goes missing." he looked over his shoulder with an ominous smirk before he disappeared into the foggy road.

"Come back, wait! What about Greymist marsh?" I shouted as I ran after him. But when I ran into the street he had completely vanished. I looked down the hill and there wasn't sign of anyone.

"Little miss, dinner is almost ready!" I heard Baudelaire call me from the front porch. I was ripped out of my frightened daze as I slowly began to back up towards the house. What was the secret to Greymist marsh...?

 

A/N: Soooo what'd you think of Peter?! Please comment or like!!!

Teaser: Baudelaire sees Serenity off to her first day of school, and afterwards tells Serenity the story of the Blackbourne witch.

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