Brian felt it.. He knew something was amiss, and felt it deeply.. He had heard that voice.. His voice.. A voice Brian had not openly heard in a very long time. It cried out for release, it cried out for assistance, it simply cried. Brian had never heard Darkin speak with such a tone, never in the years he had carried that thing deep within his being, never when it 'suggested' things, never when he openly gave himself to it, and not even when Jewell had sealed his last physical tie to this very realm. This was something different..

In the dead of the night, Brian awoke with a scream. His own scream, as blue eyes darted about the darkness trying to regain himself, the pull so evident, as he felt the bile come to bear and ended up in a deat heated rush towards the bathroom, knocking anything in his way aside as he nearly crashed through the door, fell to his knees.. his head hung over the toilet, and simply threw up, letting it all out. Fits of coughs took hold a bit, as he continued his wretching. After a bit of time and a series of flushes, Brian rose to his feet slowly and washed his face repeatedly. His head lifted slowly, dark locks of his name sake scattered about his face, still fresh with droplets of water. His eyes narrowed as he stared into the mirror, he remained there for a few moments, how long he had no clue.. But he felt trapped, as he could not pull his gaze from himself. Suddenly, the darkness came alive in a series of violent flashes..

Visions flashed here and there in his mind, flashes to the Kher Ridges.. To such cruel acts long since forgotten, to his anger with his own family that was unfounded, jealously, rage, fear... regret.. Within all that there was regret, and he could not see where it had come from.. In his heart he left it all behind, and moved ahead, but then again here it was.. Sadness, joined the dance of emotion and then was tossed aside by happiness? Yes, happiness.. Brian blinked and looked around the bathroom once more once more, his eyes searching as he swore he heard something within all of it.. A voice, a child's voice.

"H..Hello?" Brian had asked.. His voice but a whisper, as his eyes searched the darkness..

Nothing.. Save the laughter again, this time louder.. Shivers took hold of his body, as Brian felt something brush his hand.. Sharply he turned towards whatever it was, to find.. A wheelchair.. A simple wheel chair. His eyes widened as he realized what it was.. Brian mind was processing as best as it could, and it did not feel good whatsoever.. Turning to the mirror once more, Brian felt.. Tendrils, wrap about his hands. He fought and fought, and could not break the hold as he looked back into the mirror, his eyes no longer settled on his own visage.. Instead it was that of his own daughter. Lucy.

"Lu! Lucy! Baby, what is this! Talk to me, tell me something! Let me help you! I nee--"

Brian was cut off, with that simple sound.. Some how it comforted him a bit, yet the fear and confusion were still evident.. His eyes closed a moment, and opened once more, as he was looking into the mirror once more, and this time his own face fill with confusion was accompained by the face of his daughter whom he had thought lost to them all.. Little did he know.

"Shhhhh... It's done.. I love you Daddy. You are free. finally. So, shhhh.."

"Luu! No, what do you mean.. Free, no.. I don't want to be free from you.. Lucy, I love you.. We love you. Come back to us.. Don't leave us.. Don't leave me again! Please Lucy! Pl-- Wha? No, not again, NO! NO! Not again!"

This had been followed by a primal scream of pure pain, as Brian felt something pierce his back.. The pain was horrid, as he screamed and fought tooth and nail to break the tendrils, the last time he felt this was when Ren had pierced him looking for whatever was left of Darkin, before that was when Lucy herself stripped the majority of Darkin from Brian nearly a year back, and each time was as horrible as the last! Brian screamed and screamed.. His eyes clenched shut, as his head hung low his voice gving out, yet still screamed in his mind.. Then just like that he was snapped out of it.. The pain still evident.. But now, it seemed bearable.. And actually lessened with time.

A featherlight caress of his cheek brought his eyes opened, as he looked into the eyes of his girl.. A girl he and Charlotte had taken in, a girl that was fated to suffer so much, and did just that.. Brian didn't care what she had done, he didn't care what others said.. She was Lucy Ravenlock, and she was theirs. His eyes softened, as she laced his cheek with but a kiss and simply nodded and then backed away slowly.. Brian had to blink a few times, as next to her appeared.. A child.. A small child. A boy.

She paused before entering his office, suddenly conscious of what state her hands were in. She had forgotten about them, again; an amazingly hard feat considering what a bloody mess they were even after she had cleaned them up. Oh well, nothing to be done about that now! She tucked them back into the pockets of her coat--knowing it was a futile gesture as she'd forget about them in minutes and start gesturing--before entering.

The lack of people around caught her off guard, but she didn't really mind because it meant less people to explain to if her conversation with Brian became too loud. However, when she stepped into his office and saw his face she realized that perhaps there may be no need for conversation after all.

She stood in the doorway, feeling some of the weight of what she thought she had to tell Brian ease up, "You already know..." It wasn't really a question, just a statement as she slumped back against the door, incidentally closing it.

It pained her to see her brother this way, mourning and crying for Lucy. However, she couldn't stand and be a source of comfort for him, not on this matter, not yet.

She had indeed taken Lucy for one of their own, as her niece. Once someone had Jewell's love, they would be hard pressed to extract themselves from her. That Lucy was dead in no way effected the way Jewell felt about her and her position in the family--Lucy was one of them, dead or alive.

She let him cry, lowering her own red-rimmed eyes to the ground. She had shed her tears earlier and would not further burden her brother by doing so again.

She only looked up to him again at his request, lips pressed tightly together. Thinking it over for a moment, she shook her head and sighed, "I will take you there...but I don't think it will do you any good. It is over Brian, for good, but I will not deny your request and need to see that with your own eyes. Come on."

With a nod towards the door, she turned and reopened it. She was not pleased with having to do this, even for her brother; she could have happily gone the rest of her life without seeing that glove even if Darkin was gone.