Lord Alexander was the son of not just a pureblooded vampire but also a white witch, a race that they didn't approve of and they were one of those people who were watching Alexander closely. Waiting on the word of where he would show his witch powers so that they could burn him, sending him in the same path as his very mother.

"How come the magistrate was not informed to let others know that we have a couple of bodies?" Sylvester started interrogating Lord Alexander. 

Lord Alexander didn't bother to speak but to show his hand to where the magistrate of the town was on the ground with his body crouched forward, "The magistrate's son was one of the children who was abducted by the black witches."

"Mr. Magistrate, we will be needing to ask you some questions," Sylvester didn't bother to show any contempt over the man's plight and was interested in looking into this matter. The man who had been crying over his dead son, he stood up unwillingly. Dragging himself to where the councilman stood with his eyes that had turned red and his face wet. He wiped the tears off his face using the back of his sleeve, "We are sorry for your loss but we will need to discuss some things with you until then we cannot let the bodies be buried here."

"Actually, we cannot let the bodies be buried no matter what the output comes as," Evelyn interrupted her brother, "These children were touched by the black witches."

"What? What do you mean?" the magistrate asked confused. 

The woman gave him a sharp look, a look that appeared to say how she was superior to him while he was a measly insect she could squash if needed, "What I am telling is the children were involved in something very unholy and we cannot let them reside in the same cemetery as the rest of the folks. It would be stupid to do so while not knowing what the notorious witches might have done to them. The next thing we know the children will be out of their graves coming to attack other people."

"Your logic doesn't make sense, councilwoman Evelyn," Alexander's eyes narrowed over this sudden decision of burring the children elsewhere and not where their parents wanted where the other deceased members resided.

"Lord Alexander, it might look absurd but you should know yourself that the black witches are crazy men and women. They are capable of doing anything and I being part of the elder council community hold the decision making on what is good for the people and wouldn't put the people here under risk. Look at them," she said, throwing a look at the children who laid on the ground.

"We won't be burying the bodies anywhere else," Damien chipped in his own thoughts, "There is no need to bury them where their parents will be reminded of why and what happened."

Evelyn didn't like that Damien was going against her word, it was a common nature to want the person one liked to support in their decision but this man always went to irk her. But that was what she loved about him. She enjoyed the fact that he often challenged her and they were the right match for each other, not the dimwitted human who stood there looking like a doll without a word. 

The councilwoman smiled at him, tilting her head to ask him, "What do you suggest then, councilman Damien?"

Damien responded back to her, "You are the ones in the council elder department. You should know that with a simple exorcism for the bodies whatever the black witches have put a spell on them will be gone. We don't need to opt for a roundabout solution when things can be done in a simple old fas.h.i.+on. 

The siblings took in his words before the woman councilwoman replied to him, "Do we have the white witches who are capable to perform the tasks?" her eyes fell on Alexander, testing him to say, "Maybe we can have Lord Alexander test the skills."

"Sure," Lord Alexander said, "Along with it we can also test if you are part of the black witches."

Penny had been standing there quietly hearing the people who were part of the council bicker with each other politely like children. Were all the council members like this? 

"Lady Evelyn is a black witch?" this time it was Elliot who took part in the conversation to receive a quick glare by the woman. 

"I would ask a low vampire like yourself to keep your mouth shut," the councilwoman didn't take his words of her being a black witch kindly. She appeared to look more than offended.

"How rude," Elliot continued to say, "For someone who can refer to the person as a white witch, you cannot handle the same when thrown at you. Haven't you heard not to throw garbage at people if you cannot take garbage?"

Like Penny, even Sylvia was in the same condition. But while Penny was looking and listening to the conversation, Sylvia looked in the other direction. Staring the trees as if not wanting to be part of this little bickering. 

"Watch what you're speaking, you low life," Sylvester stepped in, trying to intimidate the average vampire who wasn't at the same level as them in status. Elliot hardly was bothered with it. He didn't mind taking a step, a smile playing on his lips which annoyed the councilman. 

"If this is why you came here then I would have to ask you to leave," Lord Alexander stepped in, "Watch your words before throwing mud on someone," his eyes stared down at Sylvester and then his sister who tightened their lips.