Chapter Three

Marie smile, again. "Good. You trust me."
"Why wouldn't I?" I frown.
"Because, in order to show you want I am about to, you need to trust me."
"Ooo-kay then."
"Don't worry," she smiles, "We will be safe." She start to walk into the thick green.
I follow her, what else was I to do? Go back? No, that was definitely not an option.
The green grew thicker and thicker, to the point where I thought it couldn't be more green.
And then she stopped.
We were in front of a old, broken down house.
"Look," she told me. "Look."
I walked forward. There was a small sign, the words barely legible. "Blackwell Manor?" I frowned. I am a Blackwell. This was my house. Funny, Father never told me about it.
"Marie, what does my house have anything to do with what you are."
"Just about everything, sister of mine."
"Marie, is this a joke? Cause it ain't funny." God, I sound like a cookie cutter.
"Fist of, my name is not Marie." She smiled at me.
"What is it then?"
"Lorissa Mae Blackwell. Your twin sister, and your guardian Faerie. Or ghost-Faerie, anyway" As if on cue, Marie-I mean Lorissa- changes.
Her hair, once a bright red, becomes dark, straight, blacker then the blackest black.
Her green eye once again flash black-and stay that way.
Her freckles fade.
And wings, silver knifes, shoot out of her back.
This really explains the pointed ears.
"Nice try. But if you were really my twin sister, I would be able do that too." I raise my eyebrows, I do have a point. Right?
"Our mother, Ruby Jones, was 1/4 Faerie. Which makes us, her children 1/8 Faerie."
I look at her. I know Faerie are real and all, but know way am I part Faerie. "Oh-Kay then."
Marie-I mean Lorissa-rolls her eyes. "Lia, I can prove it. Think about becoming like me, like a Faerie."
I decide to humor her.