Rock a Bye Bloodbath
Alexandra looked fondly at Mabel. Her chest rose and fell softly with every small breath, and looked so peaceful in the slivers of dawny sunlight.
She rocked the crib gently, using very little power. She had been a bloodline Spirit Seer and mage in her living days, so of course she would have more control over her spirit form.
With smiling lips and a voice shaking from disuse, she did something no other vengeful spirit would have done.
She sang.
It was a lullaby she herself had heard frequently as a child from her nanny, the small lilts and long notes lulling her to sleep effortlessly. She punctuated each silence with small clicks of her tongue, and smiled gently when the infant's eyes begun to close.
It was quickly ruined when the parents entered.
Alexandra had always hated them from the moment she saw them. Hattie and Apollo Birch were fussy and dim, often losing trinkets to the many small nooks and crannies that their house was peppered with. Hattie's hair was light brown, though always messy, and her eyes a soft grassy green, whilst Apollo's hair was groomed to perfection and dyed a disgustingly bright blonde, with small brown eyes that darted from place to place. Mabel, however, was pretty even for a baby, with dark brown eyes and hair that was softer than silk.
Of course, being non-Seers, you can imagine what they felt when they heard the last few notes of a haunting lullaby echo from all corners of the room while a soft wind seemed to rock their daughter's crib.
They stood there for a while before they realised that the windows were closed.
They rushed to Mabel's side with expressions of utmost horror wrought on their faces before they saw that she had fallen asleep a few minutes ago, meaning no cause for alarm.
Hattie scratched her head. "Huh. Maybe the radio's glitching. Ah well..."
Alexandra let out a sigh of relief. It seemed like they were not blessed with the ability to see spirits like she had been. She recalled many points in her life where she had almost been killed to protect some vengeful ghost's cover for fear of exorcism, but she still considered her ancestry a blessing due to her being a mage and being able to see the quieter spirits, the deer in the local forest, a girl in a glade near her family's holiday home, but the moment it really became a curse was when she took a short trip to the London slums with her father for 'business'.
The amount of ghosts in the slums was rather ridiculous. Their whispers were maddening, and she was covering her ears in pain, her nails digging into her soft skin even through silken gloves.
Their laughter still rung in her ears even now, mocking her, even. Her lips pursed stubbornly. Not now. Not in front of Mabel. Set an example.
Be strong so you can protect the weak.
Alexandra.
Defender.