I really don't have anything to say about this chapter. Only that u should read it.

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(William PoV)

Three months had passed since Alice came. Master doesn't want us to be around her much because he thinks it will 'corrupt her'. Funny, since we all are already corrupted from being around Master. But he only lets Aunt Lilith, Mother, and I near her. That doesn't mean everyone follows that rule, nearly everybody has met Allie. Gabriella is just smitten with her, visits her every day.

I nicknamed Alice Allie, I think it suits her. Alice would paint your nails, but Allie chews them off (Mine are still trying to grow back, she's a biter).

Well, this is William G. Smith. Journal log 307

I closed my notebook. I wrote down something in it for the last 43 years (it's more of a huge stack of papers stapled together here and there) since keeping track of the years here is nearly impossible. It was just an idea I had one day, a day 43 years ago, to record my life. But of course, I am much older than 43. Though in almost every log, every day was the same. Now a new adventure waits when we wake up, because now we have Allie.

Allie. My beautiful baby sister, who gurgles happily at everyone she meets, no matter how frightening and gruesome they look. The one child that is not afraid of the Boogieman. The one that could easily bite of your finger with her razor sharp teeth if you're not careful around her. The one who turns one today.

I glance over to my present for her in the corner of my bedroom, tucked out of the sight of Master. He says,

"Santa Clause brings gifts to the children, but never to you children. Why do you think that is?"

"It is because you are not special enough for presents. Nobody wanted you, but now you have a home here. But remember this, my children. If you want a gift wrapped in shiny paper and bright ribbon, you wait for Santa to bring you one."

But we don't listen to Master much anymore, we are truly unruly. Gifts aren't always brought by that jolly man in the red suit. Gifts are about giving, to show someone you care about them. Gifts are given to family and friends and people in need. Gifts are to bring joy to your life, and a smile to your face. Gifts are the cure to sadness and despair, to show that you are loved, and cared for, and that you are important.

I know everyone here needs that, even Master, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. And he does try to hide his happiness, well, what's left of it anyway.

"Willy," I turned to my door, and in the hallway a little girl with a buzz cut stood.

That's Gabriella. She was only six years old when she came here, crying.

"M-My Mummy! They took my Mummy!" A child's voice sounded from the end of the light tunnel, echoing throughout the main room. All heads turned to see a young girl, no older than six, run into view. She was sprinting through the tunnel that led to the surface, bawling her eyes out. She was heading straight towards the end where the tunnel stopped. If she ran off, she would fall to her death.

"Stop! Don't go any further, you'll run off the edge!" I quickly yelled, watching in horror as the girl came so close to the end. She halted mere inches from death, slumping to the ground sobbing. My Mother and my peers gazed at me in shock. If Master would to find out of this, he would surely be rid of me.

"My Mummy, she's gone. She's not coming back." The girl continued, rubbing her hands against her eyes to wipe away the tears. I looked back at the others, gesturing to them to help her. They all shook their head; even my mother and Aunt Lilith declined to help the girl in fear of what Master would do to them. I scowled at them.

"Have you got any hearts?" I whispered, and one of them shook their head. Right, some of us here actually had no heart.

I ran, flying into the air. Sure, running could really drain me, but it did help me make a good flying start.

I flapped my wings, getting closer to the little girl. I soon picked out details I could not see from the ground.

She had no hair. A simple, light brown dress went to her knees. Tan skin covered with scars and scratches. And a heartbeat. A strong, frantic heartbeat. Its melody thumped in my ears, making me almost dizzy. It sounded alive, and warm, and welcoming. Strange, since I never thought a simple noise could make me feel that way.

But it did. The first heartbeat that I've ever heard made me start to smile.

The smile quickly vanished. What if she thought I was smiling at her pain? No, I would never do that. I'm not like Master.

"Hey! Are you okay?" I said to the girl, landing next to her. She looked up and let out a cry of fear.

Of course, that was a major mistake in my actions. Why didn't I think that she would be afraid of me?

"Oh, no no! I'm here to help! Never mind my looks, what's wrong?" I said to her pleadingly, and she sniffled. Puffy magenta eyes stared at me.

"Who are you?" She asked, calming down. Her voice was so sweet, full of innocence.

I smiled, "My name's William. What's your name? And are you alright?" I answered her, and she returned my smile.

"My name is Gabriella Marie Mardoz. It's nice to meet you William. And," She stopped, looking at her feet.

"Y-Yes, I'm fine. But, my Mummy . . ." Gabriella burst into tears again. I flinched, but stayed calm.

"It's okay, it's okay-"

"No! it's not okay! They took her, even though she didn't do anything wrong, they took her! Those, those brat girls are fakers! Mummy would never do that to anyone, even if they really deserved it, like those girls!" She cried, pounding her fists on the ground. I stood above her, hands on my weak knees (A/N remember, his legs are actually pretty weak and useless).

Leaning down, I sat down next to her.

"I won't make you say what happened to your mother, but is it okay that I guess?" I asked her, and she nodded, head down.

I paused before saying my guess.

"She was taken by the Germans, wasn't she? And the girls spread rumors that your family is Jewish?" I said, and her head lifted to look at my strangely.

"What do you mean? My entire village is Christian, and none of us are from Germany. My Mummy and Daddy came from Spain, but most of the town came from further North," She said it like she was lecturing me, like I was the child.

"Okay . . . so, what did happen to your Mother? Again, you do not need to tell me if you don't want to," I said to Gabriella.

She sighed, and taking a deep breath, continued.

"The girls, they . . . they found out," said Gabriella, lowering her head.

"THEY FOUND OUT SHE IS A WITCH!" she screamed. Her head flipped up. Her irises glowed purple. She started screaming, blood curdling screams.

"Woah, calm down! Don't worry, if she is a witch, she'll find a way to escape!" I said.

"No! It isn't that simple, and Mummy would never break the rules! Never!" Gabriella yelled.

At least she's calming down, a little. But she is delirious. If she isn't Jewish, and the Nazis didn't take her mother, who did?

"Then -"

"Fine, I'll tell you what happened," she said, cutting me off. "After the men caught Aunt Vera, Mummy tried to get her back. The rule is you can't harm mortals, so she cast a strength spell on Aunt Lilac so she could break free. She broke free, but then a man with a gun shot her. Mummy tried to help her, but then the men threw a net over her. She couldn't get out, and they started pulling Mummy and Aunt Vera away. Then Mummy yelled back to me, "Run, Gabriella! Go back to the cabin, use the emergency spell! Run, Run!"

"But Mummy!" I cried to her.

"Go, my daughter! Remember, I will always love you! Mummy loves you!" She yelled as they dragged her away. I followed her instructions, and now I'm here," Gabriella finished. Her story, I've heard ones like it from . . .

"The Salem Witch Trials," I said. It wasn't a question, it was a fact. This witch girl time traveled two hundred years into the future. Gabriella nodded.

"Yes," She said.

An escapee from the Salem Witch Trials, only six years old. And a young witch, no doubt. A young witch that came from an entire family of witches.

So Master has lied to us once more.

He would always talk about all the times he created panic throughout the Light World. Wars, slaves, murders, anarchy, and more. If Master does love anything, it is to brag.

I remember all of his stories, and the one he told of the Witch Trails was not forgotten.

"I would whisper in their ears, 'what is with her? Is she in league with the devil?' Oh, and how their eyes would widen with fear, it is the best feeling to know you can control those silly mortals. Don't you agree with me?" Master said.

Many of my older peers would nod solemnly. But I've never seen or been there. Never had the chance to scare a mortal like the rest have. Mother never lets me out. I heard from eavesdropping on the adults that the first time she went out, she went to see some man. Who the man was, I never found out. She came back crying, screaming. I don't even know if that's true. Mother's never told such a story.

"Do you plan on going back?" I asked her.

"If there was any way I could, I would. But I don't know any spells for it. Plus, I'm nowhere near the power a fellow would need to cast a spell so complicated," Gabriella answered, head downcast.

"Well, you could stay here. There is plenty of room. And I think there are a few other witches," I offered to her. Her head popped up to meet mine.

"Really?" She whispered, surprised and completely awestruck by my invitation.

"Of course," I replied. I smiled to her. To one of the first living things I've ever met.

"Willy, Master left. Come on, the party's started. You don't want to be late, do you?" Gabriella says, smiling at me. She's no longer the distraught young witch that came crying all those years ago. Gabriella is now, physically, fourteen. How she lives this long is still a mystery to me. She's tried to explain it to me. She'll sit down with me and say stuff like 'it depends on how powerful a witch is' and 'how much exposure they have to harmful things like injuries and sicknesses'.

But either way, she's grown, and I can't. I'm stuck in an eleven year olds body.

"No, no I don't," I say, stumbling on my feeble legs to the present I hid.

Gabriella starts to look worried. "Don't push yourself. You've had enough accidents this month for your body to handle. You should rely on your wings more, Will."

"I need to learn to walk," I say.

"It's more of a mental need, a want. But whatever floats your boat," She says, leaning against the threshold. I walk, slowly, over to her with the small box in my hands.

"Yeah, sure," I say, entering the long hallway behind her, flying down it, Gabriella following.

In the mess hall, which is really just a huge room with some picnic tables in it, everyone had gathered around a ginormous pile of presents in basically neutral colors. None of us could really sneak colorful wrapping paper into a place that is only black and gray without being caught.

But if a normal light side person were to walk in, they'd see a bunch of undead goth elementary school kids at a goth birthday party.

What? Master likes to keep us looking like kids. He's the one who controls our age. Mostly.

In the center of all the presents was a gray highchair holding baby Allie. She looked up ans saw me and Gabriella walk in. She started laughing.

"Weelee! Gabeee!" she exclaimed across the room, making some people aw at the cute sight. Allie reached out with her tiny fists to us, giggling.

"There's my Allie! Guess who's special day it is, little girl?" I said to her in cute baby talk as I maneuvered my through the gifts to get to her. I gave her a quick hug and smiled at her.

"That's right, it's yours! Happy first birthday, Allie!"

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Wow. I haven't updated in a while. Sorry! I didn't even realize it's been two months. Feels like only one month.

Well, anyways, do you guys like Gabriella? Do ya'? Do ya'?