Grudgingly.

Keira rolled her eyes in annoyance, but dutifully turned with a swish of her sinful skirt and headed out the doors. Plopping down on the stone stairs, she pulled out her phone and hooked her ear buds into the socket. Slipping them into place, she hit the button to let her music take her away from this wretched place. Reaching into her jacket, she grabbed a small sketch book, and a pencil and began pressing the graphite gently against the canvass of her escape.

Bobbing her head to the music, she was lost in her own little world, as she drew a giant gargoyle, stalking through an alleyway. So lost in fact, she almost didn't notice the sleek black car that pulled up to the steps of the church, but her emerald eyes saw something more breathtaking than the drab doodle on her sketch book. Her long hair was red, and seemed to catch the streetlight just right, to create a shimmering outline. Her lush ivory skin framed piercing green eyes that stared directly into her soul. She was dressed in a sexy black dress with star like polka dots. It clung tightly to her large breasts and left a decadent expanse of decolletage to peer at. As the dress hit the waist, it loosened and flowed around her sexy legs, like a flower opening beneath her. Though the eyes held her attention the most, Keira was pleased to note they were wearing similar leather boots.

Pulling one of the ear buds out of her ear, Keira smiled at the busty redhead. “Hi.”

“Hi.” The young woman smiled, her face lighting up with warmth. “What are you listening to?” She asked.

“Volbeat.” Keira blushed, offering one of the buds to her.

The redhead smiled and placed it in her ear. Only a moment passed before the redhead was bobbing her head to the heavy guitar riffs, Keira couldn't help noticing the soft jiggling of her prominent breasts. “Mr. and Mrs. Ness.” The woman lilted joyfully, before handing the earbud back.

“You're a fan?” Keira asked surprised.

The woman's face lit up with mirth. “Mm hmm.”

Keira noticed a man walking up the stairs ignoring both of them. He was dressed in formal black slacks, complete with matching loafers. His vest was black with a blue paisley design over a white blouse. The tie was deep blue, matching his vest. His hair was blond, in a short and wild style, and his beard was neatly trimmed. He had an air of arrogance and aloofness that shrouded him like bad cologne.

Keira glanced back at the beautiful redhead. “Father?” She asked.

“He likes to think so sometimes.” The woman rolled her eyes, as he passed them and walked toward the double doors.

The man shook the door and turned annoyed. “Hope, the door.” The man groaned impatiently.

Suddenly a scream startled both the girls, as it resonated within the church walls. Hope glanced at Keira, apologetically. “Sorry.” she said before heading toward the door.

Keira stood up confused, and watched in awe, as Hope placed her hands on the handles, and her fingers became engulfed in flames. The handles melted, along with the metal lock mechanism, dripping toward the ground, down the stained oak wood. Reaching through the melted holes, the redhead threw the doors open. On the other side Raph was screaming in anger, as his body seem to expand, his normal six-foot frame, pushing beyond eight feet. Keira had never seen her brother so angry, nor had she ever seen him enlarge the way he was.

The three of them rushed down the pews, toward the altar where Raph was flipping out. The now, exceptionally large black man, turned and screamed in anger at his foster parents and the priest who was nearby. Suddenly Hope summoned a large ball of fire into her right hand and hurled it at her raging brother. The ball of flame went wide though, and nearly hit the priest, causing the man to fall to the ground in surprise.