Chapter one
I can see my eyes in the glass of my private jet, the same piercingly grey fierce eyes that have stared down countless challenges. I sigh, trying to soften my hard glare. I look down at the controls to the jet and give myself 10 minutes to become my polar opposite, I graze my hand over the controls willing the correct switches and levers to flip, which, of course they do. I swish my hand too the side and the door opens at the will of my mind. I head to the farthest back compartment. I fish the USA pass port out of my pile of 50 others, all from their respective countries and take it with me.
Gingerly I peel my black leather clothes from my body, and replace them with a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a vintage designed top, olive green jacket, and brown laced high heels. I giggle softly to myself, it's the first time I've worn a color other then black and grey in over half my lifetime. I straiten my curly chestnut hair and replace the black makeup for a softer brown. I look at my reflection in the windows. The eyes just wont loose the steely determination and fierceness they've always had. I smile at myself; you can never loose that fire.
My sharp white convertible winds the bend towards mystic falls another mile and the small town will be in plain sight. the hand not on the wheel toys with the ruby necklace that will keep my powers from draining when I cross through the border. I wind the final bend into town and weave my way through the damaged streets. Finally I pull into the parking lot and park the car.
I don't waste time getting things done. I get to the check-in desk quickly and quietly, the attendant doesn't notice me for a while, I clear my throat, she looks up "name?" she asks. "Sophie" I answer. she hands me a key" penthouse 21st floor" she says I snatch it from her grasp and head to my new home.
after unceremoniously setting my things down I head out into town.
I walk strait up to the remains of the grille and pick around trough the charred remains I kick a charred door out of the way and make my way to the back I duck under bars and over hangings and finally come to the place where the power circulates I reach down to file through the area to find the exact place, but I sense a presence, human, muscular from what I can read through my powers.
"yes?" I say flatly and continue picking.
" you shouldn't be here." he says.
" I do a lot of things I shouldn't do" I state. to my surprise, he laughs.
" what are you looking for? we've been through the remains 20 times, there's nothing left but charred wood.' he scoffs.
" to you maybe"I say.
" what do you see then" he laughs.
" I see the place where Marcos died, I see the power released when he did" I challenge.
"so you're one of them "he says.
"I'm a witch" I laugh nodding.
"then how are you inside the border" he asks
" every spell, no matter how powerful has its loopholes" I state. he smiles,
"you should come meet my friends we could use your help. "he says.
I laugh " give me a second, then I'd love to." I draw the power out of the spot and capture it in the second of my necklaces, the one made of a traveller knife. I turn towards the man.
"show me the way" I smile. Landing in stride next to him. we turn down the street.
" what's your name" he asks shyly
"Sophie" I say and tilt my head towards him
"Matt" he smiles.