Sibyl-Secret Circle, Rated K+ for coarse language, Adam/Cassie/Faye
By Peregrine
Summary:What happens when the circle is bisected by a teller of fortunes?
Disclaimer: I do not own The Secret Circle or its characters. They belong to L.J. Smith, Kevin Williamson, and the CW Network.
1.
Faye tucked the flier under one arm and smirked at the sight of Cassie Blake trudging in Adam's wake. "Won't this be fun?"
"So Cassie," she said, shortening her stride to match the diminutive blonde's. "Your secret's out."
Cassie's blue eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
Adam stopped to wait and Faye ignored his warning glance. "I know you've been practicing," Faye said in a stage whisper.
Cassie folded her arms. "Yeah?"
Faye opened the flier and flashed it at her three friends. "Totally. Why don't you keep us in the loop before going all Ren Faire on us?"
"Faye," Adam warned, nodding sideways at the small but curious crowd gathering behind them.
"You're insane." Cassie's breath hissed out as she grabbed the paper and stuffed it in her backpack.
Faye pulled out another copy of the flier and rattled it for dramatic effect. "Fortune tellers needed. I think you qualify." Some of their classmates laughed mockingly and shoved by them, but a few were hanging on Faye's words.
Cassie glared up at her and felt power raising the fine hairs on her arms. "Doesn't take a psychic to know a psycho when I see one."
Faye held up her hands in mock dismay. "Ooh, verbal darts. Is that the best you can do?"
"Don't test me." Cassie tore the flier into little bits and watched them fall. With a half smile, she skirted around the three witches and headed straight to Honors English.
Cassie was always under surveillance. Whether it was Faye mocking her across the room, or Adam staring from afar, she was always on stage. And lately, she felt like everyone's puppet, strings being jerked one way by the circle, and another way by the dark longings of her Blackwell blood.
Jake was gone, her grandmother was losing her mind, and she was increasingly feeling the pull of her dark side.
It was more than awareness, like the day some kid in gym had annoyed her and she turned to glare at him. Next thing she knew, the boy had tripped and lost the game for his team. Or the time Sally had gone overboard on her Adam mantra and suddenly her Coke glass spilled all over her expensive iPhone.
These were minor incidents, but they were weaving themselves into the normal thread of her life.
What am I turning into? And why does part of me like it?
Cassie could hardly bring this to the others. They already were afraid of her, so how much worse would it get when she spilled about her dark magic?
The only one who understood was on a boat bound for some witch hunter refuge, trapped by ashwood and lacking the collective power of his circle.
Like it or not, Jake's fate was entwined with theirs, and if they sat idly by, they were no better than sheep.
She sunk her right hand into her pocket and her fingers closed around the crumpled flier.
Cassie unfolded it and re-read its contents.
Help others see their whole universe. If you have good instincts and a flair for the dramatic, we want to hear from you. Contact .
Cassie was drawing away from them, and it was keeping Adam up at night. His nail biting habit was back in force, along with the habitual pacing that wore deeper divots in the already faded carpet.
Back and forth he went, wondering for the hundredth time how he could break through the walls she threw up so effortlessly.
How could he possibly help Cassie with fighting her dark side when she refused to discuss it?
Diana seemed hell bent on avoiding him, so any discussion was always through the safety net of the others.
And Faye? She thought the whole thing was cool, and wanted to channel Blackwell.
Melissa was still disengaged, and therapy didn't seem to be helping her work through her grief.
In the past, he would have asked his Dad, but any discussion about Blackwell put him squarely in the sights of Charles Meade. The last thing Adam wanted to do was get his father in trouble with Diane's scary father. The guy creeped him out, and he'd always sensed malice behind that easy smile.
He might have approached Jane Blake, but something was seriously wrong with her, and even that seemed suspicious in light of all that had happened since the circle was bound.
Suddenly, the sea breeze gusted through the window near the bulletin board and ruffled the edges of all the index cards and community announcements. One in particular was dislodged by the wind, which sent it skittering down the aisle to Adam's feet.
Adam picked it up and raised his brows slightly at the Ren Faire announcement. He looked around to see if Faye was outside pulling pranks, but the parking lot was empty. With a sigh, he studied it more closely and frowned at the slightly transparent symbol.
It was familiar, perhaps seen in some dusty tome while doing research at the uni library.
He cocked his head thoughtfully before folding the paper and tucking it in his back pocket.
Maybe this is the outlet I've been seeking.