Ten minutes before sunrise.

"Euriella?" asked Parrish.

"I told you, you don't know me," she calmly answered.

"I feel like I do,"

"That's natural, I am a banshee, and you are a hellhound, as new as you are to all of this, I suppose that you are aware of our connection at... The very least,"

"That I know of..." he muttered, "That's not what I meant,"

"Then perhaps, you've met my annoying little sister?" she mocked.

When she mentioned that, he remembered some of her previous words, something about the fact that she "used to be somebody's sister". He also remembered that he'd met another banshee that same night.

"Maylee?" he wondered.

"Who else could it be?" she remained calm, but he could detect a hint of annoyance in her voice. She then continued, "They say blood is always thicker than water, no wonder she turned out this way, that bitche was adopted,"

"You're not actual sister?"

"I just told you we weren't, is the frost clogging your ears too?" she snapped, "No we... We opened our doors to her, we saved her... Father saved her, I only helped her cope," after those words she sounded saddened, regretful. From the sound of it, she regretted that they made Maylee one of them.

"Your father? Saved her?"

"She was nothing, father gave her power, he made her into what she is today, everything she is able to do is thanks to him... But she went and betrays us,"

"What do you mean by your father gave her power?" Parrish asked, intrigued by her statements.

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"Well, he made her into a banshee of course! What else would it be?"

"How does one make a banshee?" more questions were popping in his head the more she spoke.

"The blood of a banshee coursing your vains and a tragic event to shake the bottle,"

"It doesn't sound like you really saved her from much," Parrish said.

"How could you ever understand? I didn't expect someone like you to appreciate such gift," she snarled.

"You call that a gift?"

"What else would you call it?"

Jordan forgot his pain a few, since their conversation had begun, he'd been very focused on her words as well as the information she so... Kindly conveyed. He wondered how much more he could get out of her; did he have a chance of survival? Or was he going to take it all with him to his grave, if he'd ever be lucky enough to get one, "Your father, who is he?" he tried.

"You would want to know about him now, wouldn't you?" she had that side smirk at the corner of her lips, that never had anything good to announce.

"No reason not to," speaking was becoming more and more difficult in his state.

"My father... What can I say about him? He's the man that lived to accomplish so much, yet very little know about him," she paused, pondering about her thoughts for a moment, "He was born to achieve great things,"

"Was he?"

She didn't seem to like his tone, she added with an obvious hint of grudge in her voice, "Clearly, you wouldn't know, he was always fascinated with the supernatural ever since he first discovered it, he never stopped looking,"

"Looks like he found what he was looking for,"

"Of course, he did," she seemed so mesmerized by her own words that she forgot to care about his tone, it seemed that, telling her father's tales was a second nature to her, "He found three Para scientists, they were consumed by a single goal, and at first it was enough for him, he followed after them, they had so much to teach. But he became bored with them very quickly, he'd already learned what he had to from them, and there was no need to stick around anymore, their goal became too small for him,"

When she'd spoken about the three para scientists, Jordan had already gotten the hint, he knew their identity. The dread doctors weren't going to be that easy to forget after all. Neither did he forget what their goal was, he was at the frontlines, fighting against their precious creation "The beast", well, recreation.

He's forgotten she was still there, telling her story, he'd also forgotten that he was still dying, he tuned back in when he heard her say, "Well, he reached horizons they never even dreamed of,"

"What do you mean?" he asked when he caught up.

"Well, he created banshees, didn't he? what else do you think he created?"