A dull throbbing pain, more of an ache was the first thing I felt pounding in my head. The second thing I felt was morning air numbing my face while the rest of my body was warm. A crackling and snapping fire was the first thing I heard, then two people talking. It was defiantly early in the morning because I could also hear birds talking to each other up above in the trees.

Forcing my eyes open the beautiful green tops of trees and foggy sky came into focus. A small line of streaming smoke rose up to greet them. I never remembered lighting a fire yesterday. I didn't even remember lying down in my camp to go to sleep, I thought moving my arms to help push me up slowly off the ground.

"About time you were awake. I was thinking that I was going to have to drag you and the horse back with me." A gruff voice said somewhere behind me to the left. Twisting around, I turned and saw a familiar face. Hansel. The name floated across my mind as I scrunched my forehead in concentration trying to remember how I knew this man and why he was here. Seeing my look of confusion he frowned slightly and glared.

"You don't remember? The brat said you might not. By the way, it might be important to tell people who help you that you have fucking Ghost Siblings!" Hansel had raised his voice as he grabbed something sitting next to his leg on the stump he was sitting on and tossed it at me. The small package landed square in my lap. Slowly I picked up the package and unwrapped it, finding some bread and small bits of other food.

Hansel and Gretel. They had pretty much taken me prisoner after they ambushed some witches trying to trade me off to some Demons. Then I was taken back to their camp and met…Ben and Edward the Troll. Gretel came back from the village and untied me from the tree Hansel tied me too. That's what came flooding back to me when I observed Hansel more. I'm sure chunks or conversations were missing.

"You…helped me?" I asked slowly while picking at the food and nibbling bits down. "Yeah, well what else was I supposed to do?"

This conversation was starting to take a turn for the worse I realized as I shoved another piece of bread through my lips. He could have just let me go insane and turn into a demon, killing me or leaving me later. There weren't many ways to thank someone for not letting that happen.

That's when what he first said hit me like a ton of bricks. He said siblings, as in he knew about Lucas and Lottie. It was obvious that Hansel would have found out about Lottie, she's very social, but she would never tell anyone about Lucas if they didn't already know about him. She thought of it as if something happened to her because people knew, then Lucas would still be around to help and they wouldn't go after him.

"Siblings... You said ghost siblings. What exactly do you know!?" I demanded getting defensive and running a thousand scenario's through my slow working mind all at once. It certainly wasn't helping the head ache, that's for sure. Feeling that I had nibbled enough I shoved the food back into the wrappings and made sure it was all packaged up again for later. Eating during a conversation like this would only be rude after all, plus I didn't want to puke.

"The little girl, your sister, she told me to get the holy water and oil out of the bag and then force the water down your throat and pour the oil into a cloth and wipe down your scar on your back. Imagine my surprise when it pisses big brother off and I'm almost killed by a ghost strangling me!" Hansel snapped angrily. I could practically see the rage rolling off of him, I wasn't sure if it was because of me or Lucas and honestly I didn't really want to find out. It did however make my own anger boil up from the thought that he was going to hurt my siblings, me, or both. He also never really answered my question.

"He does that. You'd do it for Gretel. Think of it as Big Brother Instinct." I said in my usual flat sarcastic 'I don't give a damn' kind of tone before going back to the hostility. I could be a bitch too when needed. "But that never answered my question. What. Do. You. Know?"

Hansel glared and threw down his own breakfast that was sitting on one of his knee's to the ground, before standing to his feet and walking over to lean down into my face. Before he even got whatever he was going to say, no doubt something rude, I shoved him away. There was such a thing as personal space.

"I'd have half a mind to shoot you." He growled almost in an animalistic way. I snarled at him as jumped up to my own feet. Almost wobbling and stumbling but I managed to stay up right. I'd have half a mind to shove his gun up his ass and pull the trigger!

"Well that proves it. You must have no mind at all. Because not only did you try and take advantage of me while I was unconscious, you also tied me to a tree, and threatened my life ,and my siblings! Perverted Twat!" Anger was running my mouth now and I knew it wasn't smart to do, but god was it making me feel better. Hansel's face was red now and his nostrils fairing. It reminded me of an enraged bull. He raised his arms and gave me a hard shove, just like I did to him. Only his sent me flying back and firmly helping my butt get acquainted with the ground. Bastard!

Getting back to my feet I was about to punch him when a feminine hand grabbed my arm. Looking to the owner I found a very amused yet concerned looking Gretel, Ben, and Edward. Gretel mostly looked concerned.

"Stop. You're both pretty. That's not a reason to try and pound each other's faces in!" She said keeping a firm grip, like she was worried I'd still try and punch the moron brother of hers. I honestly wanted to and in all honesty I also knew that he'd totally and completely kick my red hooded ass.

"I'm not a girl!" Hansel roared before turning and stomping off into the woods. Could have fooled me with the way his moods changed. Gretel released my arm as he left. She then turned to me with a frown and suddenly I felt like I was being scolded by mother all over again with the look.

"You shouldn't pick fights with him." She said watching me as I lowered my still achy body back down to the cooler ground. "Hansel…He doesn't trust people or like them all that much."

That much was obvious. If he was really as bad as she was making him sound though then why was Ben with them? Hansel struck me as the type of person who hated change and weakness. Lucas is like that now, but I still never understood it. Maybe it was just the workings of the male brain in general.

"If it helps any, when you passed out and your…um Ghost brother…attacked Hansel, he ran back to us for help and Gretel was the one to actually treat you. It's an ugly scar for a lady." Ben said getting both me and Gretel to turn and give him the 'Look'. The look every man gets when he makes a comment that could have been worded better or not said at all. The first part caused me to feel slightly guilty about calling Hansel a pervert. The second…made me want to use my own guns on poor Ben because he called me ugly in a roundabout way and unknowingly confessed to peeping.

"Ben. Don't talk anymore." I advised as we waited for Hansel to come back from his pissy fit in the woods.