#DinaMichael

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It was a particularly dreary day in Willow Creek. Despite the sun attempting to break the clouds overhead in a constant fight to restore the blueness to the sky, the gloom could not be beat.

Fitting after all, because it was the day of Michael Bachelor's funeral.

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Frida looked around St. Goth Cemetery at all the familiar names, including her own parents. Death had exacted his wicked price yet again. But not all souls could, or wanted to, return after crossing. Magic couldn't fix all problems. But perhaps a change in scenery could help.

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Frida ignored Gunther's glance. She paid little attention to her brother most times, especially now. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her eyes water, or she was worried if she looked that they both would break.

"He deserved more time." Frida whispered lowly.

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"I am so sorry for your loss, Bella." Cornelia spoke warmly. Gunther gave a steady nod, a man of few comforting words & even fewer emotions. Instead his gaze turned to the passing clouds, "He was a good man. An honest man."

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Alex leaned onto his older sister, looking down at the tombstone. His mathematical brain turning for a solution for their problem. But how do you calculate loss? "It's okay Alexander." Cass whispered. "We can stay however long you need to, my heart." Mortimer reached to his wife.

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"So it's just like that…" Bella whispered as the grave ledger was slid over his plot, not daring to read his name etched across stone. All she'd have left other than memory.

"OH, MICHAEL." Dina sobbed as Bella took in a deep breath of her own patience which thinned.

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The Bachelors & the Goth's had always known their destinies would be intertwined from the moment Bella & Mortimer met on a playground. Because of this, they had come to welcome Michael at most holidays since their parents passing. He was family after all.

And still would be.

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Gunther would hang his head as he stood in the back prepared to don white gloves and carry Michael to his resting place.

But as a man who had seen plenty of loss in his time, he worried not for himself in morning but for Bella, knowing what it was like to lose your only sibling.

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As Bella read through her speech in remembrance of her brother somehow she managed to keep her unmatched composure, despite Dina's cries to the watcher interrupting Bella's beautiful words.

Frida resisted the urge morphiate her into something more useful. Like a box of tissues.

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However, for today at least… The only thing she was capable of feeling was the loss of her brother. Sometimes she found herself still struggling with the fact he went from an is.. to a was. He was alive. He was her brother.

Now, /she/ was alone in the Bachelor family tree.

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However occasionally Bella Goth would find herself jumping at the startled wails of Michael's sudden wife, Dina Caliente, or Bachelor? She was even unsure. But there was even more to be unsure of, such as their attempted murder? The doctors said it was a miracle Dina survived.

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Within the old stone walls of the Watcher's Church sat a gathering of those who knew Michael. Everyone respected the silence surrounding their remembrance of him. And sitting amongst the soft whimpers or murmurs of comfort was his only living relative, Bella Goth. His sister.

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She took a small sip of the same wine, had to get an alibi somehow. Hopefully it was enough to be believable without during into a double murder. As the other line was picked up she responded with a shuddered breath of fear, quite the actress, as ever.

"My husband is dead…" She wept, "And I think I'm next."

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"Please." He whimpered as she approached, somehow the love in his eyes still remaining, "..Why are you doing this?" Dina ignored his pleas, her hands on his cheeks now growing cold, "You once said I was easy to read. And now you'll die, knowing just how wrong you were, Michael."

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"Oh no, that's terrible honey." Dina pouted and held her hand out, but moved not a step forward as the dizziness overcame him and he fell to his knees. "D-Dina…" He choked, his mind whirling.

"What was that?" She blinked, "Honey, just a few steps more. I'm right here."

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He wasn't sure how he made it down the stairs but he almost fell at the last step. Suddenly the tightness of his chest had spread to other ligaments, blood spewed from his mouth at every exhale. "Dina.. the wine- Something is wrong!" He cried out desperately as she turned to him.