AN: Well this is still happening. I'm on break, so expect lots of updates! Love you guys!

December 29th, 2015

Mayfield, Colorado

"Just breathe, June. It's a simple ritual." Elizabeth chided, running her hand along my outstretched arm to adjust the position of it. I obliged, taking in a deep breath and loosening my fingers further. The thunder rumbled overhead ominously which caused a smile to creep onto my pink lips. A crack resounded around the woods, and I thrust a hand into the air. I felt the electricity run through my arm and into my body. The feeling of pure energy forced my silvery eyes open. I moved my other arm and directed it to the jar at my feet. After a moment of concentration, I forced the lightning from my body and into the jar, which Elizabeth capped neatly.

"Bloody hell." I muttered, placing a hand on my forehead. Complete exhaustion overwhelmed me for a minute while I regained my bearings. Elizabeth stood to the side with the jar of lightning in one hand and a satisfied smirk on her face. The twenty-two year old brunette set the jar gingerly in the wicker basket at her feet before kicking at the circle that we dug around me to break it. As the enchantment broke, the rain that I was being protected from poured down on me.

"That wasn't too bad now was it?" She laughed, picking up the basket and turning her vivid green eyes to me. I shot her a look, causing her to laugh and toss me an umbrella. I gratefully opened it before I responded.

"Maybe for you. I, on the other hand, was just containing lightning in my body." I argued, but with a light grin forming on my lips again. "Why couldn't have Zack or Annabelle do this?"

"Because you are, excuse me, you were the only one who couldn't redirect lightning yet." She sighed, beginning the walk back to the estate.

"And yet, I'm still the best at manipulating fire." I said smugly, catching up to her and walking with a slight bounce in my step next to her.

"You're such a child." She scoffed, rolling her eyes as my immature behavior.

"Well I am the youngest of our group." I pointed out, earning me a slap across the back of my head.

"Oh hush."

We reached the back of the grand white house, I felt myself shaking my head again. Elizabeth was the owner of the estate, and due to her obsession with the 'Southern Belle' culture. It had apparently been the highlight of her immortal life. A lawn sprawled out from the house, a porch circling the grand structure. On the porch, a variety of potted plants and a single wooden porch swing blew slightly in the breeze. It wasn't in accordance with my style, which was a more modern view, but it was beautiful never the less.

"Did you get it?" A voice called from the kitchen as we walked inside.

"Yes, she managed to do it." Elizabeth responded as she made her way to the kitchen.

"Well it took her long enough." The voice teased, the comment more directed towards me.

"Shut up, Zack." A scowl replaced my smile as I kicked off my boots and tossed my umbrella in a corner.

"Liz, did you honestly let her out wearing boots with shorts? I expected more from you." Annabelle gasped in mock disapproval, while shaking her head. I rolled my eyes as the blonde's antics, sticking my tongue out at her.

"I thought that you'd be proud that I wore boots instead of sandals for once." I joked, nudging her tan shoulder with my pale one.

"Yes, but I'm surprised that Liz didn't have a heart attack at your outfit. You know how she gets when it comes to fashion. I swear she's going to trade us for the chance to be on Project Runway one of these days." She snorted with her brown orbs glittering mischievously.

"I would never do that!" Liz denied from the kitchen.

"You would so, and you know it!" I sang back, looping my arm through Annabelle's and continuing with her to the kitchen. The kitchen was one of my favorite places in the house, not only because of the food, but because of the windows that covered almost every wall. At the moment, the spoken windows were closed because of the rain, but they gave a beautiful view of the garden when it wasn't ten p.m. or during a thunderstorm.

"Here let me dry your hair. You look like a drowned rat." Annabelle laughed, running her fingers through my damp ringlets. With every touch of her fingers, my hair returned to its dry, unruly, and springy state. I thanked her and reached across to the bowl of potatoes that Zack had set on the table. Unfortunately, before my finger reached its mark, the raven-haired boy in particular slapped my hand away.

"You suck, Zack." I scowled and cradled my red hand against my chest.

"Don't eat before everything is ready." He growled, shooting me a smug look.

"You're so OCD." I complained loudly as I took my seat at the table.

"You're so ADHD." He retorted in a nasally voice. My eyes narrowed at that sound.

"I do not sound like that."

"Oh trust me, you do."

"No I don't!"

"Yes you do!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"Both of you shut up!" Liz shouted over both of us. I sat back in my chair with a huff.

"He started it." I muttered to myself. I closed my eyes for a moment and drifted back to the lonely stream that I shared with two other teenagers. The place where I was calm and serene. The time when I used a proper tongue and etiquette. In the company of two people who I cared for.

"June. Hey wake up." Annabelle said, snapping her fingers in front of my face. I opened my eyes and sat up in my chair. Food was laid across the table, potatoes, turkey, corn, and rolls. I rubbed my eyes and sat back up, leaning my elbows on the table.

"Sorry, I guess I'm exhausted." I mumbled, dragging my hands across my face.

"Do you want to go lie down?" Elizabeth offered, but I shook my head.

"No, no. I'm starving." I yawned, blinking the sleepiness out of my eyes. I reached for the potatoes again, but my hand was slapped away for the second time tonight.

"Prayer first." Elizabeth chided as she grabbed my and Zack's respective hands. I nodded and grabbed Annabelle's. "Dear Lord, thank you for this food and for the gift of a thunderstorm tonight. Amen."

"Amen." We all chorused. I grabbed the potatoes once more, daring Zack to slap my hand away again, and plopped a spoonful of potatoes onto my plate. Dinner progressed, and soon we were being sent to our rooms to sleep.

Well, Annabelle and I at least. Zack and Elizabeth stayed up a bit longer because they told us that they had to discuss 'adult things', but Annabelle and I knew better than to believe that. Annabelle and I said our goodnights and departed to our separate rooms. I stared at her closed door for a moment and smiled. These three people have grown so close to me in the past few centuries. When I had first came here I was cold, angry, and distant from all of them. It took me a long time to be comfortable around them, but the decision to let them in was the best decision of my life. I laid in my bed and curled around my plushy comforter. My room was much more modern than any of the others. I don't know why I loved modern technology so much. It just fascinated me.

'I wonder if Alec and Jane would like all of this new technology.' I thought to myself, squeezing my eyes shut.

Alec and Jane. I always wondered about what happened to them. I searched for them after I spent almost ten years of searching for any trace of Maria, but like my sister, I had found nothing. Now as I thought about my past, I felt the usual numbness hit my stomach. I no longer sobbed for hours on end at the thought of them, but felt a feeling of numb loss. Maria's would hit me the hardest though. My mind wandered to memories of my sister, of Alec and Jane, of the stream. The trickling stream that sounded like the notes of a music box. After what felt like seconds, I drifted to sleep.

Sunlight is irritating sometimes. It is great to get a tan from. It's great for warming you up. It's awful when it's shining in your eyes at 7:30 a.m. when you want to sleep. I groaned and rolled over in the bed, pulling the covers over my head again. This was useless of course. My mind was telling me to wake up and start the day while my body was saying 'aw hell nah.'

"Alright then. Time to get up." I mumbled to myself, rolling out of bed. Literally. I landed on the floor with a groan and slowly made myself wake up enough to get dressed. I threw on a random pair of shorts and a T-shirt that said something about the Winchesters before I departed my room to get something to each from my favorite room in the house. The kitchen.

I was the only one up, of course, so I had full reign of the polished marble counters. I started a cup of coffee while I popped a bagel into the toaster. While the two were cooking, I went to the pantry and filled a cup with dog food. At the sound of food being put into their bowls, our Black Labs came rushing down the stairs, most likely from Zack's room. I smirked at the thought of them using his stomach as a launching pad to race to the kitchen. Sure enough, minutes later Zack stumbled down while clutching his stomach. I laughed and continued with my routine, putting my coffee cup under the expresso maker for a shot of expresso.

"I hate you, June Welsh." Zack growled as he grabbed a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch from the pantry. "You're so annoying."

"And you still eat Cinnamon Toast Crunch even though you're twenty-one." I retorted with a smirk. He shot me a playful glare and smiled.

"I can assure you that you'll be eating them when you turn my age." He laughed, pouring a bowl.

"Uh, Zack?"

"Oh yeah. Forgot. We don't age anymore, do we?"

"Yeah." I sighed as I set my bagel and coffee at the table. "Do you ever think that immortality is a burden?"

There was a beat of silence before he responded.

"Some days. But others it's great because we can help people due to our knowledge of the past."

"That was one of the wisest and non-stupidest things that I have ever heard come out of your mouth." I stated, pretending to wipe a tear away from my eyes. His words did help me though. They comforted me in a way. Zack rolled his eyes and looked at the two labs who sat by the sliding glass door longingly.

"Midnight, Estrella, out." Zack commanded with a grin, sliding the door open. The dogs ran outside happily, their tongues lolling out of their mouths. Complete peace filled me as I sipped my coffee and watched our dogs play in the backyard.

"Good morning, my dears." Elizabeth said as she descended the stairs about an hour later.

"Morning Liz." Zack and I greeted, both of us not looking up from what we were doing. I was reading a book of astrological spells and he was reading The New York Times.

"I'm guessing that Annabelle is still sleeping like the dead?" I asked, although it was more of a statement.

"Of course. Would you expect anything less?" She scoffed, leaning over Zack's shoulder to scan the newspaper. After finding nothing of great interest, she pecked him on the cheek and began the process of making herself breakfast. Halfway through her meal-making routine, there was a knock at the door.

"I got it." Elizabeth said, setting down the pitcher of orange juice and briskly walking to the door. I listened to it open and heard a grabbled greeting. Zack and I both got up and peeked into the hall curiously, watching Elizabeth talk to a pale bulky man and a gorgeous blonde.

"Man that guy is ripped." Zack whispered.

"That girl makes me look like the Witch of the West. Not the Wicked version." I respond quietly with a small pout on my lips. The two people peered over Elizabeth's shoulder with their strange golden eyes, causing us to retreat back into the kitchen. "Oh gosh I think they heard us."

"We can talk more comfortably in the sitting room." Elizabeth said, and a second later we heard footsteps walking farther away.

"What do you suppose that's about?" Zack asked, looking into the entrance hall again.

"Why don't we find out?" I replied mischievously. I crept into entrance hall and put my hand on the closed door that lead to the sitting room. I closed my eyes, and when I reopened them, there was a circular hole where my hand was.

"What are you doing?" Zack hissed, shoving my shoulder.

"It's like one-way glass, stupid." I rolled my eyes and peered into the room. I peeled my ears to try and hear the conversation, but didn't prevail. "Can you read lips?"

"Why in the hell would I know how to read lips?" He snapped, crossing his arms. "Try a sense enhancing charm."

"I never learned that! It was the most useless lesson ever!"

"Doesn't seem so useless right now, does it?"

"You're the worst." I grumbled, pressing my ear against the keyhole.

"-turi. We aren't asking you to fight, only to witness." The blonde woman said.

"I cannot just leave. We've been gathering ingredients for a potion for months now. The blue moon is coming soon, and that only happens once every hundred years." Elizabeth sighed, and I knew that she was twisting the ring on her finger to think. "But I may have a solution."

"Hey guys, what are you-" Annabelle started sleepily as she walked down the steps across from us.

"Shh!" Zack and I hissed, putting our fingers to our lips. We pointed to the door, which woke her up enough to rush over. Anything that had to do with snooping gained her interest quickly. We all pressed our ears against the door, but it was quiet. A second later the door swung open, revealing Elizabeth and the two mystery figures.

"June, how do you feel about rain and lots of trees?" Elizabeth asked, biting her lip to stifle a laugh.

"What?" I squeaked out from my position underneath Zack and Annabelle.

"We need your help." The mystery man said, grinning.

"Oh, well in that case. Sign her up." Zack laughed.