“Master Kasidy!”  a  voice echoed in the distance of the cemetery in London, England. The cold breeze blew around Kasidy’s cloak and his hair blew in his eyes. Anette huddled against him to keep warm.

“Dammit, Audric. You couldn’t have found me at a more perfect time. What do you want.” It wasn’t a question.

“Master Kasidy.” Audric ran towards the two of them and strived to catch his breath. “You have company at the mansion….Miss Kira Cullender, sir. Your beautiful long lost neice….”

“I know who she is,” Kasidy said, annoyed. “She’s like twelve, right? I’ve seen her like, once. Like, Like Like…”

Audric nodded.

“Yes, and she’s going to live with you.”

“Right,” Kasidy said sarcastically. “and next your gonna tell me Jack the Ripper is my father and he wants to go hunting with me. You know, a male bonding thing.”

Kasidy turned toward Anette and randomly played with her hair. He had an amazing chat with Anette about her cat and how it will only eat tunafish, on their walk to the graveyard. It didn’t seem fair that Audric needeth to ruin his plans about asking Anette to court with him. It may have seemed selfish at first, but really it could help Anette feel better.

Kasidy sighed and turned toward Anette.

“Do you mind?”

“No,” she answered plainly. “It’s alright. I can go home if you-”

“NO!”  As Anette turned to leave, Kasidy grabbed her arm. “Come back with me, please…”

“Master KASIDY! I say if you must, take your lady with you….”

“Let’s go see Kira, Miss Jonas!” Kasidy directed to Anette. He grabbed her arm, and they journied to the old Gothic mansion known as the Caldwell estate.

“I’m sorry about all of this bloody nonsence, Miss Anette.” Kasidy put his arms around her as they neared the cobbled drive. “My neice..” he trailed off; “….her parents passed away some time ago…and she has nothing. My goodness I had no Idea she was comming to the Caldwell estate, my dear, Amaranth must be her godfather or something. I doubt it would be me, I didn’t even come to her baptism.”

But of course, Kasidy was her godfather; he just didn’t know it yet.

“Who’s that?”

“My father.”

Anette twirled her hair.

“I thought so; and this niece of yours; whats her name?”

“Kira Cullender.”

“Yes,” she continued; “I’m so sorry about her parents.”