Lily found herself standing in front of the Beckingham manor. It was bare in now, nothing to show for itself. It wasn't as lively as Lily made it the same, she didn't bother to imagine the horror of the news to those who were just partying in the great manor of the Beckinghams. Except, it seemed like a sentimental place for one. There it was a shiny, blue car sitting in the driveway of the estate and there it was, and a shadow lurking by the upstairs balcony window. Lily just stood there, a big case at her side and a brown coat. This was her last stop. Not to admire a house so deadly but to say goodbye to her love. On the other hand though, held a bottle of gasoline. These flames will extinguish the aura of a cursed history and it will feel good to end this torment of the existence of that house.

She watched as the tall shadowy figure made it through the house, her eyes followed until she couldn't. After all of that, came a well-suited man who opened the front doors of the manor. Lily dropped her case and the bottle on the floor and proceeded to walk up to the man. As she got closer, she noticed the blue eyes he fashioned and the perfectly curled hairs on his head. It was also evident that he was probably foreign based on the type of tailored jacket he wore and his scarf. He stopped at the door and glared at her. "You must be Lily Fisher." He said, stuffing his hand into his pockets.

The crisp cold breath of his as he breathe almost looked smooth.

"Yes, I am." She said, cold and uninterested. "You're the man who betrayed his family."

"Abandoned." He cleared his throat in a nod. "I abandoned my family."

"Why?" She asked, curious as to why he would answer in such a manner.

"You think I'd be standing here talking to you if I didn't?" He clenched his jaw and then added. "My wife was crazy, obsessive and my son. He was crazy and impulsive."

"Obsessive." She added and he laughed before asking.

"I must assure you, I'm nothing like that." He grinned. "My methods of owning a person are a bit more sexual.. than that."

Lily raised a brow to him, her head pounding at the thought that this man was trying to sleep with her. "I'm married."

"If I recalled your husband was killed." He checked his time. "You don't want to be alone for the rest of your life, do you?"

Lily arms folded in on then self and she began to rub them,

"I'm sorry. What I mean to say is you're a beautiful girl. I'd hate to see that go to waste. Now that my wife is dead, I can come back home in peace... I can take..." His eyes trailed from her hair to her neck, down to her bosom, and then to her waist. "I can take care of you." He bit his lip.

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Lily started laughing, a small chuckle and then a peal of hysterical laughter. "I'm so sorry, darling. A moment ago I was about to leave this town and now I'm being given the opportunity to leave a luxurious life. This can't be happening."

"Forgive me for my forwardness, but I don't like to waste time. If I see something I like I take it." He smiled, then said to her. "How about we discuss this in the living room?"

Lily lowered her head, and then she nodded. "I'd rather we discuss in it the shower first."

The man check his watch again and then hesitantly nodded. "I have the time."

"Lovely. We can play a little game then." She looked away shyly. "You go ahead and I'll sneak up behind you."

"You were just crying about your husband a moment again." He walked up to her and grabbed her by the head. "What changed?"

"I never want to miss an opportunity." She smirked then ran her fingers down his chest. "Do you mind if I ask you a question?"

"Anything."

"Do you know Mr. Fullin?"

"Fullin?" He thought about it for a moment. "No, I can't say if I do. Why who is he?"

"Nobody important." She chuckled and then pressed her lips against his. The Beckingham wanted so much to continue but with that peck, Lily pulled away. "Not as yet, darling."

He nodded and walked inside.

Although Mr. Beckhingham had let his suspicions down on this woman that had been responsible for the death of his family, he figured it was just the way of the world. Every poor vagrant seeks a way to the top. He believed the girl just couldn't help herself. He didn't mind it, he had enough to keep himself satisfied even if he wasn't going to give the life, he so suddenly promised. He go into the shower and waited there for her and in the midst of the running water, the time was ticking, and still not activity. Mr. Beckingham grabbed a towel and tried to make it to the door, and when he did, he could get it open. He pounded at the door and called for her. "Darling, Open the door! Please! Let's start our game!"

He realized what was happening and he rushed to the window and peered down at the girl outside.

Lily scoffed standing back. "You can try to scream. No one will hear you though. Besides." Her lips curled into a smile. "Even if they did, why would they help you?" She grabbed her case and jumped into the blue shiny car parked up. Although the man couldn't see the roaring flames just below him. he could smell them creeping up on him. He knew he was dead the moment, he saw the door in front of him blackening with every touch of the flames.

Lily was all alone again, she started the year by herself, what were the odds that it would've ended that way too? But she wasn't alone, she had a savior, someone who was going to fight for her. When she got to the train station, she wasted no time rushing inside and grabbing her seat, and as she sighed heavily, Lily stared at her stomach. She was never really alone when it happened and now she didn't have to be, she had him: A conqueror, a vanquisher, a champion... a Victor.