Ventress, the Nightsister walked through the snowy landscape of the world which was called Secrecy. It was almost Christmas. Only a couple of days left.

She was thinking on how that Jedi, Anakin had just abandoned here in this world a long time ago. Just left her for dead when he had rushed through the portal before it closed.

But now, she had felt his pressence here again, which meant he was back. And that also meant that the portals would be open for a while. But Ventress didn’t care. She had no intentions to ever leave Secrecy. She was beginning to like it here. But all she needed now, was a companion who could join her in her evilness. So that was what she was looking for right now.

She came to a little, cozy house, in the evening night, and walked up to the door, knocking.

Amanda sat by the kitchen-table, doing some home-work when she heard the knock, and her mother Chassandra went to open, with the baby-girl tucked to her chest, only four month old. Who could possibly be out this late? she thought

«Hello?» looking up at the face of the evil wich. «And who could you be?»

Ventress let her hood down, looking down at the young woman, and the baby in her arms,

«What a sweet creature.» she smiled, reaching out towards it. But the woman responded by slapping her hand.

«Do not touch my child!» she responded in a defensive tone, «I asked you a question: Who are you? And what do you want?»

Ventress strightened up and cleared her throat,

«I’m the angel of death and I couldn’t help but notice that you haven’t covered your door-way in the blood of the lamb.»

Chassandra cast a worrying glance back towards her oldest daughter, Amanda who sat doing homework at the table. Only twelve years of age.

She looked back at the wich, before she screamed at her,

«Get out, you…»

But Ventress pushed her aside, so she fell to the floor, still with the baby in her arms.

«I have come to get what’s mine. Now let me in, and give me a soul to keep.» walking past the horrified woman, towards the twelve year old.

«Amanda, run!» Chassandra yelled, «Get out of here, now! Hurry!»

Amanda turned her gaze towards the frightening nightsister who made her way towards her in a quick march.

The child closed her book and rose from the table in such a hurry that the chair which she had been sitting on, fell to the door.

Then she made her way to the window and leapt right into the glass so it broke and shaddered everywhere. But Amanda made it through and landed in the barefeet in the snow. She cast a quick glance back at the remaining frame of a window, which carried sharp pieces of broken glass, before she looked down at her legs, noticing that she was bleeding. She saw Ventress quickly make her way through the hole, and started to run away from her.

«Come here…» the wich yelled, before chasing after her in a rage.

But Amanda was quick. Quicker than the wich was, but the only bad thing was that she didn’t know where to hide, which made her very uncertain and she ran from three to three, seeking after a hiding place.

But it only slowed her down when she didn’t know where to go, and Ventress tailed in on her and assaulted her from behind so they both fell down into the snow.

«Let me go!» Amanda shouted out in panic and fear, trying to get away from her. But Ventress grabbed hold if her, before she made it up to her feet, tossing the child against a three with a knife against its throat,

«You wanna live?» she asked.

Amanda looked back at her with eyes wide of fear,

«Very badly, yes.»

«Then do excactly what I say. No running from now on, okay?»

Amanda nodded instantly and Ventress then tok the knife away.