{The story takes place after the 5th episode of season 3}
Magic and witch. Two words that changed her entire life. Who would have thought that magic existed? She certainly didn't. Sometimes she still doubts it but then she wakes up and looks at her beautiful girlfriend. Magic gave her something that was missing from her entire life and she couldn't be more grateful for it. But first she had to prove herself worthy of that gift.
Her name was Veronica and she was 20 years old. Everything started during a cold day in the middle of November. You see she had just broke up with her girlfriend after she found out she was cheating on her. You know what all the cheaters say in situations like this. 'It's not what you think.' And other similar shit but Veronica wasn't going to stay and listen to all of that. She should have seen it coming. Dream after dream, but she never believed in dreams.
Anyway enough said about the cheater. Maybe it was supposed to happen this way after all. Oh and if you haven't guessed it yet, she was a lesbian and she was proud of it. She didn't tried to hide it. It was what made her happy and that was all she cared about.
Now back to the story about how that black haired girl became a witch. Like I said before, it all started in November. She was walking along a quiet beach near her house. It was her usual routine. Fresh air and the smell of the sea was all she needed to calm down and sort out her priorities. While she was walking, a figure walked towards her. It didn't surprise her. There were many people that enjoyed jogging or strolling along the beach, like she did. When the figure drew nearer, she recognized her.
She felt her blood starting to boil inside her veins. It was Kate, the cheater. She stopped and turned around walking back towards her house. It seemed that she wanted to talk to Veronica though because she started running and calling her name.
"What do you want?" the black haired girl turned to face her. She felt her face hot from the anger. It still pained her the fact that Kate betrayed her. She didn't want to see her or talk to her.
"I want to talk to you, you ungrateful bitch." Kate sneered at her. Veronica, on the other side, was surprised by her tone. "Will you listen to me?" she shouted at her taking a step closer.
"No! We are done. And it's all thanks to you. I don't want to hear your petty excuses. Get lost!" Veronica cried and glared at her. That was all it took. She blinked once and Kate was gone. She had no idea what was happening and then she heard a scream. Her head turned slightly and her eyes scanned the sea. Kate's red hair was the only thing she could see.
Veronica couldn't understand what was happening. One minute Kate was in front of her and the next one she was gone. "What the hell was that?" she whispered the last part to herself. The least she was expecting right now was someone else to answer. "Magic. Your magic." she heard a voice next to her, causing her to jump a little. A blond woman was standing next to her looking as calmly as ever. With a flick of her hand Kate was out of the water, coughing. But no one was paying any attention to Kate anymore. "Who are you? What are you talking about?" Veronica's eyes were so wide right now that it felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets.
"I am Fiona. Come with me. I'll explain everything in a bit." She told her taking her by her arm. Veronica didn't have time to argue, the only thing she managed to do was blink. 'Great addiction to our coven.' Fiona thought sarcastically when she saw Veronica standing there like an idiot. When the brunette opened her eyes again the beach was gone. In its place stood a beautiful white mansion.
"Welcome to your new home and school." Fiona said and pushed her inside.
She was so shocked that she couldn't even move or speak. Fiona pushed her around and guided her through the huge mansion. Maybe it was because Veronica needed an explanation or maybe because she was too shocked but, nonetheless, she couldn't argue. They stopped in what she guessed was the living room. An elegant blond woman was sitting on the long couch. She had a huge burn starting just under her nose and stopping on her forehead. It should have scared the new witch. It was horrid. But it didn't. The thing that drawn Veronica to her though, was her beautiful smile that graced her lips. It made you forget everything about her burn.
"Delia, she is here." Fiona said with a hint of boredom. She couldn't wait to leave and go play with her skin products. With each passing minute she felt like she was losing her powers and she became older.
"Thank you, mother." The woman, whose name was probably Delia, nodded but her eyes were looking nowhere in particular. Her voice was smooth and soft. It had a soothing vibe.
"And please find someone else to run your errands from now on. It's quite tiring." The older woman sneered and pushed the quiet girl towards the couch. "Sit down, child. Cordelia will explain everything to you." She started walking away before her daughter's voice stopped her.
"It's not my fault you burned Myrtle." The daughter shook her head, a hint of anger shown in the tone of her voice.
"Yeah yeah, whatever." Fiona mumbled and exited the room but not without grabbing a whiskey bottle on her way out.
Cordelia smiled again, all anger gone from her face. "Welcome to our coven." she turned her head slightly as if she was looking at Veronica, but her eyes weren't focused. "We have searched your background a little before you came here. You grew up in an orphanage, right?"
Finally the young girl found her voice. "Who are you, people? How did you find me? What the hell is a coven and why am I here?" the questions were thrown at Cordelia like a thunderstorm.
"I see mother didn't explain anything to you." Cordelia sighed and placed a hand on Veronica's arm. Visions came as soon as her hand touched the younger woman's hand. Her life passed by Cordelia's eyes for a minute. There was a lot of explaining to be done. "You will understand in a while but for you to understand everything, you need to know something else first." She pointed out.
"I am listening." The brunette nodded.
The words left Cordelia's mouth easily but she wished she could see the other woman's surprised expression. "You are a witch and so is your mother, who died giving birth to you."
