"Wear this one," Amon said handing her a rather revealing evening blue gown.

"Isn't it just dinner," she muttered.

"Yes," he answered, laying the gown on her bed, "but there'll be guests."

"Who," she asked, tracing her fingers over the shimmering material of the dress.

"Our sister," he said, playing with a loose button on his shirt.

"I didn't know you had a sister," Jade responded. She wondered if she'd be cold like Damien or have half a heart like Dane. "How old is she?"

"We're twins,"

"Right," she muttered absentmindedly, so she'd be evil, "anyone else?"

"I'm pretty sure, she's bringing her fiancee, which Damien won't appreciate," he said handing her a pair of silver slippers studded with diamonds.

She took them and flicked her wrist back and forth, watching the gems sparkle, "Why's that?"

"Damien's a bit protective of her," Amon replied with a sigh. "Look, Jade you wouldn't remember her even if you did remember who you were, but the two of you sort of have a history."

Jade lifted her eyes from the shoes and laid them in her lap. Raising an eyebrow, she silently told him to continue.

"When you were six or so you lived here with Damien and after a year Blair came back to live with him as well and you two didn't get along, at all. You kind of set her hair on fire and pushed her down the stairs among other things."

"Why?" Jade asked, confused. That didn't sound like something she would do at all. She still was more intrigued at how now that she supposedly had amnesia she was learning more about herself than she ever had in all of her time with these people.

"I dunno, I'm just warning you since nobody else will," he shrugged and continued to say, "you better get dressed its almost time."

Then he walked out the door, leaving Jade feeling anxious and more alone than ever.

Long dark black locks of hair, perfect skin, deep blue eyes that twinkled like stars, and more fine jewelry than Jade had ever seen in her life described Blair. She smelled of roses, wild flowers, and spring and there was always a smile hidden in the corner of her mouth. She looked so similar to Amon and yet their resemblance came nowhere near Damien and Drake's.

However, with Amon, Dane and Blair all sitting before her, Jae couldn't help but notice that the three of them looked like siblings. They hall shared very similar facial features, those light blue eyes and dark hair. Damien was the complete opposite of the three of them with his blonde hair and caramel brown eyes. Were they actually related?

"You look familiar," Blair said in her sweet accented voice. Jade wondered where she had been living for most of her life. "But I can't remember exactly who you are."

"Blair you remember Jade," Dane replied, laying a reassuring hand on his sister's shoulder. She was wearing a white dress made of willowy material that seemed to swirl around her even when she wasn't moving.

"Jade," she said slowly and then lifted her eyes to Jade's. Suddenly they changed from soft to colder than ice, "Oh, you."

"Blair, she doesn't remember you, all right. So there's no need for grudges," Amon stepped in.

"I've just come to see Damien, that is all," she gave Jade another cold look and walked past her towards the door and stood there waiting. "Well?

"What?" Jade asked, confused and slightly annoyed. Why did this girl, who was barely three years older than her, think that she owned her?

"Aren't you going to take me to him?" She battered her eyelashes and her two brothers instantly began with, "Go on Jade," and, "just show her where he is, you don't have to actually go in."

She grid her teeth and then met Blair's, bright blue stare evenly. She was a beautiful girl, but there was something manipulative and cruel behind her innocent guise and it tasted like bile in the back of Jade's throat.

"I don't think I remember where it is," she answered, folding her arms.

"I think you do," Dane said raising an eyebrow. She narrowed her eyes at Dane.

"Fine, follow me then," she snapped and rushed past the smiling girl, who giggled as they left the room.

When the two had reached the stairs that led to where Damien's room was. Blair suddenly said, "Stop, someone's coming."

Jade rolled her eyes. She already knew that. Drake had been following them since they had left the dining hall.

"What is it?" She asked Drake impatiently, once he had appeared and no sooner.

"I'll take you from here," he growled at Blair.

"Have I done something to annoy you?" She asked almost as if he'd hurt her. Jade had been wondering the same thing.

"No," Drake replied, "I just don't like you, auntie."

Her eyes narrowed and she said stiffly, "Jade will take me so scurry off now."

"Jade is in no state of mind to see Damien-" he began.

However she broke in with, "but she won't have to go in!"

"Do you take me for an idiot?" He shouted at her. Jade knew he was trying desperately to hold back his anger and that what he was throwing at Blair was only a small portion of it. "You want Jade to go into that room and you'll make it happen no matter what it takes, but I'm here to stop you now."

"So," she started, but then stopped with a smile.

Seething Drake folded his arms across his chest, raising an eyebrow at her, "so," she tried again, "I'm expected to believe that my only . . . nephew has fallen in love with a girl that Damien found living on the streets of Monorail?"

Drake grinned at Blair and then laughed, "Don't try to play games with me. If you want to see Damien while he's still under the drugs it's now or never."

"Fine, you little brat, then take me to my brother," she let Drake take the lead and then said quickly to Jade, "you may have forgotten what you did to me all those years ago but be sure that I have not and trust me you will remember by the time I leave."

"Come on," Drake snapped and then thought to Jade, look whatever everyone keeps saying that you did to her you didn't. Honestly she has always hated you for no reason. These fake stories are just the excuse we've all made up.

Good to know. She thought. So why does she need someone to take her to Damien if she's lived here before. I mean don't you think that she'd know her way around here?

She has to break the news that she has a fiancee to Damien and even if he's on the drugs, she wants someone to be there, preferably you because he'd feel more guilty than angry.

"Are you even listening to me?" Blair asked, coming to a stop and scowling at Drake.

"Yes," he muttered, "something about your fiancee."

"Right," she replied and continued to walk.

You got lucky. Jade thought to him because he hadn't had a clue what Blair was babbling on about.

"So, he'll be waiting at Damien's door and he'll come in with us, got it?"

"Seems pretty simple," Drake sighed, glaring at the top of the staircase which seemed miles away.

"Hardly," she scoffed, "you should go into the room before me to make sure your father is in a good mood. If he isn't, I'll introduce the two later."

Drake rolled his eyes, but didn't utter a word.

"We're nearly there," she snapped, "do you think you know what to do?"

"Yes, my dearest Aunt," was his reply. He was about to strangle her. Why was she throwing all of her problems onto him? She almost cared less about him than he did her. Did she really think that he was going to help her?

A man with dark chocolate colored hair met them at the top of the stairs. He had olive skin, green eyes. Drake noticed that the man was only a few inches taller than him. He wasn't that much older than him either, but then again neither was Blair

"This is your brother's son?" Her fiancee asked. He was by no doubt a foreigner, even without his accent his appearance made it blatant, his clothes were intriguing and brightly colored. Drake guessed he was from Monsea.

"Yes, my dearest," she said, standing on her tip toes to kiss his cheek. "Go on," she said, turning towards Drake with a scowl.

With aggravation written on his face and with a sarcastic smile, he opened the door and stepped into the stuffy room, making sure to slam it behind him. She got under his skin so easily!

"What the hell?" Damien shouted at him, furious for being woken up. "Why are you making so much noise?"

"Your sister's here," Drake answered angrily, not moving a step forward. Damien was probably in the worst mood Drake had ever seen him in. It would have been wise for him to turn around and leave him alone. He knew that, but he wanted to use Damien's anger against Blair.

"Then tell her to come in," he said, rolling his eyes and motioning sarcastically with his hand.

"She wanted to make sure you're in a good mood," he muttered, eying the man carefully. He wanted to get this over with. Damien's temper was quickly rising. It must have been the meds.

"What is it?" He asked through clenched teeth. He looked pale and sickly, almost like he shouldn't be disturbed, but should sleep for a few days straight.

"She wants to get married," Drake said with a laugh, trying to shake off his nerves.

"What?" He asked, under his breath, "She's barely nineteen."

"And lives alone in a completely different world. I just don't understand why she came here to hear you say no."

"Hand me those," he said waving his hand in the direction of a pair of wooden crutches.

"She can just come in," Drake said, folding his arms, "she's right outside the door, besides your leg is broken remember." Then he muttered a bit more softly, "as well as one of your arms."

"Then tell her to," he spat.

Drake smiled, then opened the door just enough to stick his head through, "Blair, he's so happy that you're here."

"What's with the smile then?" She asked suspiciously.

"Do you or don't you want to speak with him?"

"Come on," her fiancee said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

With his smile breaking into a grin, Drake opened the door and let them in. Then he shut it as quickly as he could and locked it, kicking the key under the door. This wasn't going to be easy. Dane could open the door when it was over, Jade would make sure of that.

"You look terrible," Blair gasped the moment she laid eyes on her brother. She ran to where he was laying in the bed and hugged him.

He grimaced as if he was in pain, but he made no attempt to push her away. Instead, he allowed her to let him go on her own accord and said calmly, "You cannot get married at the age of nineteen."

"But you have to sign the papers," Blair said, near bursting into tears.

"No, you can wait until your twenty-one and don't need my permission," he said softly. Drake felt chills run across his skin as he watched Damien hide all of his anger except for a tiny force in his eyes.

"Why?" she shouted, beginning to cry. "Why do you hate me so? Why do you treat me like a child? Why don't you trust me to live my life?"

Drake felt himself wanting Damien to let the girl do what she wanted. Wasn't she old enough and hadn't she proved herself by living in another world all on her own?

"Damien, maybe you should just let her. Weren't you younger when you got married," Drake said stepping further into the room and out of the shadows.

Blair looked at him through her tears and smiled gratefully. Drake was about to smile back before he caught himself. It was as if he were about to walk right off a cliff, but had opened his eyes in time to stop. She was controlling him with her emotions, the same way Damien did with his words. However her power was easy to evade and much less potent. No wonder he didn't like her.

Damien laughed softly when he saw Drake's reaction to Blair. "We all see how stupidly that . . . marriage ended."

Drake slipped his hand into his back pocket and pulled out a dagger. Damien's temper seemed to be rising to a dangerous level. H just wanted to be on his toes. So he concealed it behind his back out of sight.

"And what exactly do you think you'll do with that?" Damien said, amusement flickering in and out of his eyes, interchanging with irritation. Damn it.

Drake could say anything and Damien would have to do it thanks to Jade, but . . .

You can't seriously be thinking about doing that.

I won't do it.

"You," Damien said to the fiancee, "come over here and stand still." The terrified man involuntarily walked over to him. "Drake, kill him."

Drake glanced over at Blair. "Don't!" she screamed and wailed as if she were the one being murdered. "What the hell Damien!"

He felt a slight resistance, but Damien was stronger. His arm held up the knife, ready to slice it across the man's trembling throat. He tried to resist it himself, pulling his arm closer to himself inch by inch. What the hell was this? Damien would never behave this way. It had to be the drugs. 

"Do it now!" Damien shouted at him, letting his anger loose.

"No!" Blair wailed throwing herself on her fiancee

Drake closed his eyes, waiting for his arm to swing down. Suddenly he was slammed into the wall, the knife flying out of his hand. His body was moving on its own, trying to reach Blair's future husband.

"Hold him down, make sure to cover his mouth. Quick!" Dane shouted at someone in the room.

Drake opened his eyes to find Dane holding him against the wall with both hands. "Listen to me carefully, Drake-"

Just then he managed to slip his hand out from under Dane's and as soon as it was free swung a fist at Dane's face. However, he ducked quick enough and had Drake's body under control again quickly. "It's no use," he panted.

"Listen to me," Dane said calmly, "I'm going to get you out of this room and away from his control. He's weak and it shouldn't be that far."

Drake laughed hard, maybe too hard because Dane gave him a sympathetic look before peeling him off the wall and shoving him out the door. As soon as he was out the door, his body tried to get back in, but Dane grabbed his arm and began pulling him away. Once they had descended about five staircases Drake's body stopped acting on its own accord and the two of them sat down to catch their breath.

"We can't rest long, you know," Dane muttered. "I left Amon alone up there with him."

"How did you know?" Drake asked, looking at his uncle accusingly. "How do you think he knows now?"

Drake knew that Jade had told Dane what was happening in Damien's room and sent his uncle's rushing to the scene. It would only take Damien half a second to figure it out.

"Don't be cross with me!" Dane said, "I . . ."

His uncle suddenly jumped up and began running up the stairs. "What is it?" Drake shouted after him.

"Come on!" He shouted back.

Rolling his eyes, Drake followed him. He hated Damien so much.