The day of the funeral was the coldest Rachel ever felt. The days leading up to it were mostly a blur after the accident.

Having sitting in the back of the room, separate from her grandfather, a couple of cousins, most those she rarely associated with were there. Neighbors and dance students filled the pews. Her father was way up front. She couldn't see what his facial features were and she dared not to know.

Her mother's urn lay on a table. It was nicely decorated with flowers surrounding the table. Rachel scratched her wrist as she stared at the designs. Swirls of vines intertwining with bright red roses.

Designs her father have her made for the manufacturer to custom make it.

A touching tribute on the outside. For those who view the family as a typical family with issues were fine and happy.

A torturous experience Rachel was told to do by her father.

Rachel couldn't even hear what the pastor spoke and people gave speeches about her mother.

This wasn't supposed to happen. No one was allowed to touch her dad's truck. He threatened his wife and daughter plenty of times and has literally hurt them if they lay a hand on it. Why, her mother of all people, would even go near that truck?

The day slowly turned nightfall. Everyone paid their respects and left. The ride home wasn't fast enough.

Her being in a small metal moving box so close to her father made her so uncomfortable, she wiggled in her seat. The ride was eerily silent, there was a dark tension that was so thick she could hardly breathe.

What was frightening the most was the fact the urn was sitting right next to Rachel.

The young teen was desperately trying not to look at it.

"Rachel..." The girl stiffened when she heard this voice. "Rachel, please look at me."

Rachel's heart began to thump as the voice became distinctively clearer.

The voice continued to call for her name. Trying to get her to turn around.

Rachel covered her ears as her desperate attempt to block it out, but it kept calling her and calling her till she cracked. She slowly turns her head to look down at the urn.

It rested comfortably, the seatbelt was over it and pressed it up against the black upholstery.

She stared at it for a moment before looking at the back of her father's brown head. Seeing if he had said anything but he just continued to drive down the road.

Rachel leans back in her seat, letting a sigh of relief…

"Rachel."

Rachel quickly whipped her head back around, and she gasped.

Her mother was there where the urn was. She was as bloody and mangled as the moment Rachel saw the firemen pulling the corpse out. Her jaw was barely hanging on by loose skin, her arms were broken and bent horribly, her once beautiful brown eyes were cold and grey, her blond hair stained red as the track suit she wore that morning.

Then, the mother lunged at her daughter.

Rachel shot up from the bed with a scream.

Spike was quick to wake up. "Baby, baby!" He grabbed her shoulders. "Hey, hey it's me, it's me." He said.

Rachel, feeling incredibly sick to her stomach, rips her arms from him, bolts out of the bedroom, down the hall to the bathroom. She dropped to her knees and puked.

Spike approached her cautiously. Kneeling down behind her and began rubbing her back. If she had longer hair he would have pulled it out of the way. "Easy there," he muttered softly.

Once she emptied the contents of her stomach and had flushed it down, she gasped softly, leaning against him, covering her face with her hands. He could hear her cry.

Frowning, Spike wrapped his arms around her, embracing her as she sobbed.

"It's over now, it's just a bad dream." He assured her, soothing her, doing what he could to calm his mate down.

Later that morning, both Spike and Rachel were inside of the kitchen. Spike was cooking while Rachel sat at the table.

"Morning guys." Starlight comes in, stretching her arms.

"Hey," the couple said in unison.

"Whoa, those are some major bags under your eyes, Rachel." Starlight said, taking notice of her eyes. Dark circles made it look like her eyes had sunken in a bit. "You okay?"

"I'm fine." Rachel replied softly, barely touching her plate that Spike fixed first. Barely poking her fried eggs with the fork.

Starlight frowned and walked up to Spike as he made her food. "Is she okay?" She asked him.

Spike sighed. "She's been having nightmares for a few nights now." Spike explained to the unicorn. "I offered to ask Luna to see if she can't go into her mind and calm them down but she didn't want it."

"I said I'm fine." Rachel said, hearing them from her spot.

"I know, love." Spike said, turning to her and offered a smile. Rachel returned it before going back to her plate.

"Hmm, something smells good." Twilight said, coming in as well. " Morning guys."

Spike's smile fell. He grunted before going back to cooking.

Yeah, he's still a bit irritated that Twilight jumped on him for no reason

Twilight sighed, rubbing the back of her head.

Starlight glanced at the bookhorse, making sure shit doesn't start before joining Rachel and Twilight at the table.

Rarity had spent all day and night in her kitchen. Her mane was incredibly messy and she had a more deranged look in her green eyes.

Ingredients for the botched desire potion were all over the place, the smell wasn't as bad as the first time she made the potion, but there was a much stronger spell overpowering the smelly potion.

Chocolate.

Rarity, wearing oven mitts, slowly pulled a tray of brownies out of the oven.

"Yes!" Rarity giggled in triumph as she didn't burn this batch and set it down on the counter top in a cooling rack.

She waited a moment before she cuts the spiked brownies into perfect squares and place them on a plate…

A plate that has a picture of herself on the plate itself, wearing a skimpy outfit.

Rarity's plan: give brownies to Spike, he eats them, potion kicks in and once he sees Rarity on the plate, he'll come right to her, wanting the real thing.

Just as she puts the saran wrap over the plate, she hears a knock on the door.

"Hmm, who could that be?" Rarity muttered before settling the plate down and walked to the door.

She stopped and opened it. "He-" her words turned to a loud gasp midway.

Standing at the door was Kol, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"Good morning, Rar-"

Rarity slammed the door shut real quick. Cutting him off. " J-just gimme a second!"

In lightning speed, Rarity did her best to straighten up herself and the mess. Tossing what might be evidence against her, quickly brushing her mane out, making herself be presentable before going back to the door and opening it up.

"Kol! This is a lovely surprise darling!" She said to the gorgeous zebra.

Kol chuckled. " Good morning… you're not going to slam the door in my face again?"

" Oh nononono, I do apologize." Rarity said, feeling bad for that. "It's been a hectic morning, I don't like others seeing the mess."

" What mess? You look beautiful as always."

Rarity's heart thumped as he said that. The green in her eyes were becoming a duller shade. However, they were still green.

Kol hummed softly. "Is something wrong with your eyes?" He asked.

Rarity gulped.

Crap the potion…

"Oh, it's nothing, I just have been feeling a bit under the weather as of late."

" Hmm." He raised a hand and placed the back of her on her forehead. "You don't feel feverish."

"It's work related." She lied. " What are you doing here?" She asked.

Kol pulled his hand away and smiled. "I came to visit you," he held the flowers up for her to see. " I was in town and I thought I would stop by."

" Oh, darling, these are beautiful." Rarity giggled, walking up to him and grabbed the flowers. "Thank you." She gazed up at his mismatched colored eyes. "Hi."

"Hi." Kol chuckled, leaning down and brushed a kiss on her cheek.

The green soon disappeared, her eyes returning to the bright baby blues. The feelings she had of Spike were still there, but right now, that dragon was nowhere near the forefront of her mind.

"Would you like to come in?" She offered.

"If you have me." Kol smiled.

"Always." She purred.

Before she could bring him in, Sweetie Belle came out with a plate in her hands. "Thanks for the help sis. Oh, who is this?"

Rarity turned to Sweetie, her heart nearly stopped cause Sweetie has the plate botched brownies.

And she was eating one of them!

"I'm Kol, you must be Sweetie." The zebra said, greeted himself to her. " Your sister told me all about you."

" And my sister has not mentioned you." Sweetie said, her already green eyes began changing shades. " Wow, you are her type."

"Sweetie, where did you get those?" Rarity squeeked, pointing at the plates.

" On the counter. I asked if you can bake some for Button Mash and I's date. These are good."

" Oh, can I try some?" Kol asked.

" Oh, sure." Sweetie smiled, offering the plate to him.

Rarity couldn't help but watch as Kol grabbed the brownie and took a bite. Having her sucking in air.

Oh no….

"Hmm, compliments to the chef." Kol chuckled, giving Rarity a flirty wink.

His heterochromic eyes became a solid color of green.

"Thanks again sis!" Sweetie giggled before she scurried off for her date.

"I'm in trouble." Rarity squeaked.

Author's Note

I apologise for taking so long for this chapter to come out.