In the restroom of the Bent Elbow, Theodora relocked the door to keep anyone from walking in on her while she cast a spell to on the picture in case Freya was in there because she still felt like Freya was in trouble. For a second Theodora thought there couldn't have been any other Witches or Warlocks in town but the Shifter would definitely fit in that category so now she kicked herself into gear to cast the spell.

First things first she needed a candle. Luckily enough there were scented ones on the sink. Just as Theodora reached out for one she got hit with a wave of dizziness before it passed. "Shit," she said to herself as she looked at the time. Her reminder didn't go off for her next bottle of blood and now it was getting late. Theodora knew she needed to deal with that first or else she wouldn't be any good to anyone. She set her patchwork bag on sink's counter and pulled out the thermos only to find it was completely empty.

Theodora pressed her hands against her forehead because she completely forgot to refill the thermos before leaving the house, which meant she forgot to put the rest in the fridge before the ice packs melted, which also meant that every blood bag and bottle she brought with her in the cooler bag wasn't usable anymore. "Shit, shit, shit!" Theodora started to freak out, but she couldn't let herself get that far. No, she needed to save Freya no matter what. All she needed to do was last long enough to cast the spell and get Freya out of there. Theodora had to last that long.

Without a second thought, she picked up the candle from the sink and blew onto the unlit wick to ignite it and stood in front of the picture of what looked like a group of people at a speakeasy on the restroom's wall. "Mysticum flamma aperire pictura," was the spell cast in front of the picture. As it started to animate she felt relief because Freya would be able to leave it. What happened next she couldn't believe. It wasn't Freya who exited the painting but a blonde guy with hell of a sunburn.

The man, Doug, looked at Theodora in with an evil gleam in his eye. "You just saved me a trip." He moved towards Theodora only to be pushed back by her power.

Theodora could feel the weakness taking over but fought it as much as possible in order to cast the spell to send him back into the painting. "Mysticum pictura devorare nos!" It activated the picture again and Doug started to fall back into it, but he reached out and snatched her hand long enough to pull her with him.

Things were not going as planned for Theodora. She hit the floor of the picture's speakeasy with a thud and coughed due to the smoke starting to fill the place.

"Two Witches, one stone. My luck is finally changing." Doug moved towards Theodora again only to get hit on the back of the head with something hard enough to be rendered unconscious.

Theodora looked up and saw Freya standing there with a candlestick or something. Her vision was starting to get blurry due to her weakness. "Freya…"

Freya dropped what she was holding and picked up the knife from the floor that Doug had been using to try and break out of there. With that in her possession, she helped Theodora to her feet. "Oh my god, Theo, we have got to get out of here. That guy is nuts and thinks I trapped him in a painting and all of this is insane."

Theodora coughed along with Freya because of the growing smoke due to growing fire upon the bar and the force of coughing almost made her lose her balance. "Blood," she said weakly, not able to get out much more than that.

Freya didn't catch that. "What?" She didn't get an answer because Theodora practically collapsed onto her. She struggled a bit to keep her upright but she managed. "We're going to get out of here." While supporting Theodora with one arm, she used her free hand to chip away at the wall where Doug had started making a hole and his escape to get out of there.

Freya successfully used Doug's magic knife and got them out of the painting, but Theodora didn't realize this until she awoke to the sensation of magical blood entering her system. She believed it to be from Wendy because she was the only one who knew, and so she proceeded to drink a bit more before pulling back with a sigh. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Aidan's voice replied, making Theodora's eyes bolt open as she gasped and scrambled to her feet. "Since you had a meal does this count as a date?"

Theodora looked around and saw they were a secluded alcove type area within the Bent Elbow. She wanted to use her powers on Aidan but the risk was too great. So instead she asked fiercely, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Aidan. Does your blood coma mess with your memory?" He backed up when she charged towards him with held up hands of innocence and some laughter. "Okay, okay, I get the hint. This isn't the time for humor. There was a fire in the ladies room. I helped a guy get you and Freya out. As soon as I touched you I knew you needed blood. Now we can stand here while I give you the cliffnotes of my story or you can go check on Freya and I can tell you everything over dinner."

"Or I can cast a spell right now to trap you into that photograph right beside you and be done with it." Theodora didn't like not knowing who he was, how exactly he knew what he knew just by touching her, and if he had an ulterior motive.

"You could, but I don't think you're going to." Aidan smiled at Theodora, stepped aside and pointed over to the pool tables. "She's over there."

Theodora hoped she wouldn't regret not turning him into a frog or anything later and went over to Freya.

Freya met Theodora half way and threw her arms around her. "You will not believe the dream I just had." She pulled back and smiled upon seeing Aidan standing not too far behind Theodora but didn't say anything about it. "Okay, so, I passed out in the bathroom and had a dream about this guy trying to kill me and you were there but you were like almost passing out and oh my god it was so intense."

"It wasn't a dream." Theodora came right out and said it. Oh, Joanna was gonna be so pissed.

Freya laughed at her statement. "What?" It wasn't until then that she saw how sooty Theodora was, too. "Theo, were you also in the fire?"

Theodora whimpered a bit because they couldn't talk about it there so she took hold of Freya's hand and dragged her back into the ladies room. She intended on telling Freya the truth about what happened but they walked in on Ingrid attempting to cast a spell upon the painting. "What are you doing?"

Ingrid turned around with a gasp upon seeing Freya there as well as a woman who had to be none other than Theodora. "How the hell did you get out of the picture?"

Upon hearing Ingrid say that, Freya looked at Theodora. "Oh my god, was it really not a dream?" She then made quick introductions. "Oh, right, Theodora this is my sister Ingrid. Ingrid, this is Wendy's daughter Theodora." She jumped a bit with a gasp when she heard what was believed to be Wendy's cat meowing from a nearby stall.

"Wow you two look alike." Ingrid pushed all that aside to get to the point. "Theo, nice to meet you, but we have to go." She scooped up what she knew to really be Wendy in feline form, and handed Freya Wendy's clothes. "Mom's in trouble."

Freya was so confused and followed after Ingrid and Theodora, asking, "What is going on?" But wouldn't get any answers until they were in the car, apparently.

And Theodora, well she didn't even have the time to process being in such close proximity to Ingrid now. Oh man, with all the revelations going on that night she'd have to work even harder to keep the biggest secret to herself.

Theodora sat in the backseat with Feline Wendy while Ingrid drove and Freya sat in the front passenger seat. Before anything was discussed, Theodora had to ask Ingrid, "Uhm, how much do you know exactly?"

"I know that we're Witches," Ingrid replied and looked at her sister briefly for her reaction.

Freya gasped, "We're Witches?"

"We're Witches," Theodora confirmed. "I was gonna tell you that back at the Elbow but things didn't go as plan, obviously."

Freya felt like her mind was blown but it also explained so much. "Wait, does mom know?"

Ingrid nodded. "Mom knows."

Freya scoffed incredulously. "And she's been just, what, lying to us our whole lives?!"

"Speaking of lives, apparently we've lived and died a bunch of times but we don't remember because there's a curse on our heads." Ingrid was pretty much giving Freya a crash course on everything she learned that evening all while still processing it herself.

"And this isn't Wendy's –," Theodora corrected herself to maintain over. "This isn't my mom's cat. This is my mom."

Freya looked from Theodora, to Feline Wendy, to out the front windshield. "Oh…this is not happening."

Ingrid figured that wasn't a better time to tell Freya the last bit of information. "And mom's been arrested for murder."

Freya didn't even have time to process that before Wendy returned to her human form and leaned into the front seat, making her scream, "Oh my god!"

"Hey, Girls. Does anyone have my clothes? It's colder than a Witch's teat back here." Wendy gratefully accepted the pants and shirt from Theodora while asking her, "Did you eat?"

"Yeah, about that. I kinda forgot to refill my thermos, passed out, and woke up to a guy feeding me magical blood." Theodora was still processing that.

The car was filled with various forms of "What?!" for different reasons as soon as Theodora said that

Freya whipped around in her seat to look at Theodora. "I'm sorry, did you just say you fed on blood?"

Theodora waved her hand with an incredulous expression. "Like that's the weirdest thing you've heard all night? Can we please get back to the matter at hand now?"

"Uh, no," Ingrid replied as she looked at her through the rearview mirror. "I want to know more about the blood."

"Me too," Wendy interjected. "Whose blood did you drink and how did they even know to give it to you? No one knew but me until recently."

"His name is Aidan and…"

Wendy cut her off there. "Wait – Was he six foot, blonde, incredible bone structure, and always cracking jokes?"

That described what Theodora knew of him to a 'T'. "Uh, yeah. How did you know that?"

"Our paths have crossed over the centuries. He's a Psychic who's also immortal. When he touches you he can sense what you need most in that moment." Wendy pointed a firm finger at Theodora. "Aidan can be quite the mischief maker. Be careful around him."

"How did he know I was a Witch and not something else?" Theodora wanted to know that.

"Because you're…" Wendy caught herself before saying whose daughter she was and came out with, "You're a Beauchamp. He knows I'm a Witch and that makes you one, too."

Freya didn't even pay much attention to what was said about Aidan because she needed to ask Theodora something. "Are you like a Vampire?"

"Only in the sense that I need to drink blood regularly." Theodora didn't want to talk about this anymore so she asked, "How come gr – Aunt Jo – got arrested for murder?"

"Oh, no, relax, it was the Shifter," Wendy replied like it wasn't as a big of a deal as it was.

Freya had no idea what she was talking about. "The what?"

"The shape-shifter," Wendy elaborated but that didn't help much.

Ingrid had gotten a notification on her phone for a voicemail so she listened to it while Wendy explained more to Freya,

"Okay, so with people like us we all have different gifts. Some of us can shift into animal form like me, and others can make ourselves look like other people.

"Can I do that?" Freya asked with a bit of excitement but was disappointed to hear she couldn't. "Can Theo?"

"No," Wendy answered again. "And don't ask if you can fly either, because you can't. Look, the Shifter who's after your mom – he or she has put himself in your mother's form, killed Bill Thatcher, leaving Maura as a witness. Then the bitch came to your house earlier tonight and stabbed me to death."

"Again?" That was pretty much Theodora's response to every time Wendy died now.

Freya questioned Theodora's question. "Again? What do you mean again?" She looked to Wendy, "Have you died before?"

Wendy went 'mhm' before saying, "Oh, yeah. I have nine lives. It's a cat thing."

Ingrid interrupted there to say, "Guys, I got a voicemail from mom's lawyer. He said we need to come up with a hundred grand for mom's bail, but don't worry the money is with Aunt Marilyn."

Freya didn't think that made any sense whatsoever. "Aunt Marilyn? That's impossible. She's dead. We used to visit her at the cemetery when we were kids."

Ingrid didn't get it either. "I know. I don't know what it means."

Wendy did and laughed in a way that made it clear she thought her sister was a genius because of it. "It means that your mother is a crafty little Witch."

Theodora caught onto this too and leaned forward in the front seat a bit to say, "And we're gonna need some shovels."

Freya and Ingrid looked at each other with jaw dropped expressions because while they both heard what was said, neither one of them could believe that it was what they meant. Were they serious talking about digging up Aunt Marilyn's grave?

Yes, yes they were.

After shovels were retrieved they went straight to the cemetery to get digging. During this digging process – which mainly consisted of Ingrid, Wendy, and Theodora digging – Freya had more questions for Theodora.

"I still get over that you have to drink blood." Freya shuddered at the thought of it. "Can't you get blood transfusions or iron pills or something?"

Theodora exhaled deeply as she tossed another shovelful of dirt onto the pile. "Tried that, doesn't work. If the blood didn't come from a human or magical being then it does nothing. Magical blood sustains me longer until I need my next dose."

"So…whose blood do you drink?" Freya couldn't explain why she was so hooked on this but felt like these were things she needed to know.

"Not mine," Wendy laughed. "We tried that once and it was too weird – Emotionally speaking."

Theodora picked up from there, saying like it was no big dead, "I have a blood dealer."

Now Ingrid finally chimed in upon hearing that. "You have a what?"

"I dated an athlete once who did a lot of blood doping so I kept his connect and order blood when I need it." Theodora was talking about it like it was just an everyday business transaction because, well, at least for her it was.

"We're gonna have to figure something else out since someone forgot to put their blood away." Wendy was eyeing Theodora about that.

"I'll donate it," Freya offered before she even realized what she was offering. "It'll be just like donating blood anywhere else, right? And you said it yourself that magical blood sustains you longer and with all this craziness going on you can't worry about when you're getting your next meal." Now she couldn't believe how normal she was making this sound like.

"Let's just focus on one thing at a time. I'll be fine for a bit so let's finish shoveling, shall we?" Theodora really didn't want to talk about this anymore.

Wendy picked up on this and changed subjects. "You know, I actually find this strangely invigorating. I missed doing stuff like this with your girls."

Freya wanted to discuss Theodora's situation some more but she respected the change of topic. "I don't get it. We're Witches, right? So why can't we just snap our fingers and make some money appear?"

Theodora stopped shoveling and bolted upright. "Don't do that. Soooo don't do that. I tried that once for the heck of it and got hanged for bank robbing."

"You were so young when that happened. But you learned you lesson that we don't do things that way." Wendy addressed Freya and Ingrid now. "You can't just conjure up a car or a TV or a million dollars out of thin air. It has to come from somewhere. You'd be stealing. Theo learned that the hard way."

"What happens when you die?" Ingrid asked Theodora. "I mean, do you have nine lives, too?"

"I don't have limited lives but other than that it's the same. I die but I'll wake up after a few minutes or hours depending on how bad my death was." Theodora drove her shovel into the grave dirt and leaned upon it. "Except for the time I was beheaded. Oh man that took days."

"I remember that. It was so weird seeing that little shrunken head on you as it grew back." Wendy waved her hand around Theodora's face.

They sounded so serious which made the Girls believe them and look mortified because of it, only to soon realize they were being messed with when both Theodora and Wendy laughed like crazy. Ingrid couldn't believe they just did that to them. "That's not funny!"

"Oh, but it was," Theodora laughed some more and tried to dodge some of the dirt Ingrid threw in her direction.

Ingrid almost threw some more dirt at her but instead said, "I can't believe Aunt Marilyn isn't real."

"You've got to give your mom props. She created a dead person so she could hide her money in plain sight and made sure to bring you here so you'd remember in case you needed it someday. That is fairly ingenious." Wendy was certainly proud of her sister. "That is textbook Joanna."

Ingrid had a different perspective. "None of this is textbook." Since she, Wendy, and Theodora had been doing most of the digging for awhile now, she turned to her sister. "A little help?"

Freya sighed and picked up her shovel. "Fine." With Ingrid's assistance she got into the hole with them. "So, what was I like before, in my other lives? Was I different?"

Wendy looked at Theodora to see if she wanted to answer and since she made no reaction, Wendy went ahead and said, "No, you were pretty much the same – Wild, headstrong, fun, rebellious, pigheaded, always in love, and very dramatic."

Freya scoffed an incredulous laugh. "I am not dramatic."

"Have you met yourself?" Theodora laughed in reply then held her hands out. "Hey, it's a family trait."

"Oh, god, I know," Wendy emphasized. "The term drama queen wasn't strong enough for you back in the day."

"Hey," Theodora waved a finger at Wendy, "I would like to think I've mellowed out over the years a bit, thank you."

Freya found this exchange very amusing and wanted to hear more about their pasts. "What was Ingrid like? Timid, bookish, boringly rational?"

Ingrid took a little offense to that. "Rationality is not boring."

Theodora stopped digging long enough to say, "Actually, Ingrid was a bit different."

Wendy added in from there. "You've always been smart – annoyingly smart – but you weren't always so scared. I mean, I don't know if it's the way you've been raised this time. You're so much more powerful than you know."

Ingrid had a hard time believing that. "I don't feel powerful. I just feel strange. Everything I thought I knew was over. Life will never be normal for me again."

"Normal is but an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly." Theodora gave Ingrid a 'think about it' look.

Freya waited a few moments before asking, "So did you know us in every life or what?"

"No." Theodora had no intention of saying anything more than that and quickly changed subjects by asking, "So are we a hundred percent sure there isn't a body in the casket when we find it?" As soon as she asked that, Freya's shovel hit the casket.

Wendy handed Ingrid, Theodora, and Freya prybars, saying, "Is anyone ever a hundred percent certain on anything? Let's find out if the odds are in our favor."

The four of them pried open the lid of the casket and Theodora gasped at the sight of all the cash hidden inside. The entire thing from head to foot and right to the brim was nothing but money. All four of them cheered in happiness and excitement because, holy crap, that was so much money.

Now that they had it, all they had to do now was pay Joanna's bail.

Not long after getting Joanna home Freya had a bit of a blow up with her about how she kept the secret about them being Witches from them all their lives and how Joanna made Freya go to therapy because she sensed the truth and a whole bunch of other stuff. Freya didn't care that Joanna had her reasons, all she could focus on was the lies and betrayal.

Theodora was sketching in the living room when this happened but could hear everything. She thought it was best to stay out of it because that wasn't the only secret being kept and Theodora didn't trust herself being able to keep hers under such strong emotional duress.

Theodora was sitting on the sofa with her legs extended upon it as well when Joanna came into the room, moved her legs so she could sit, then placed them over her lap. She closed up her sketchbook and looked at her grandmother. "Don't tell me you're surprised she's pissed."

"I had my reasons for lying to her." Joanna looked at Theodora. "I still have my reasons."

"I'm not going to say anything to either of them. It's harder than I thought it'd be, but I'd rather deal with the inner turmoil if it means I get to have a place in their lives." Theodora moved her legs to the floor with a deep exhale. "Did Wendy tell you about my blood problem?"

"That you lost your supply? Yes, she did mention it and she also mentioned that Freya offered to be your donor." Joanna moved to rest her arm on the back of the sofa. "While I do not think that is a good idea for her to be the one, I do think you should have a supply of magical blood while you're here. We need you at full strength."

"That's not a good idea." Theodora rubbed her face before sighing heavily. "If I drink blood from the same person too many times….something happens to them. It's like it slowly drives them mad. It must be part of my curse, I don't have another explanation. I don't know if there are any loopholes or exceptions, but I've seen it happen once and I have no intention of seeing it happen again."

Joanna thought it made sense now, especially after what Wendy also told her about how Theodora gets her blood. "That's why you use the blood doping connection – the odds of frequently getting blood from the same person is slim."

Theodora nodded because Joanna hit the nail right on the head. "Exactly."

"I'll see if Harrison knows anyone who can give you a supply. He certainly represents a number of shady clients. There must be someone with a blood fetish." Joanna laughed at the thought but was serious about checking with him. "Does it have to be your blood type?"

"It just has to be clean. If it's not then it makes me sick." Theodora actually saved a friend's life when she convinced them to get checked out because their blood made her sick.

Joanna nodded in an 'okay then' manner. "I'll make the call now. In we can't get anything soon enough I will give you some of my blood. One dose isn't going to kill me." She got up from the sofa and looked at Theodora with soft eyes. "You look so much like your mother." Joanna kissed Theodora's forehead before going to check on Ingrid.

"So I've been told," Theodora said to herself and picked up her sketchbook once again, all while wondering if there was any part of her that looked like her father, too. If Joanna and/or Wendy did know who her father was despite their claims, Theodora had no idea, but she desperately wanted to find out one day.

It wasn't long after Joanna left the living room that she returned with Wendy and Ingrid in tow, saying, "We don't know what happened to Doug so we're going to the bar to find out."

That was all Theodora needed to hear. She shoved her sketchbook in her bag, hopped off the couch, and followed them out the door.

The four of them went to the Bent Elbow and straight to the restroom where the speakeasy picture was. The picture was still there but Doug wasn't in it and Freya wasn't answering her phone so they rushed straight back to the house when Theodora felt she was in trouble.

As soon as they got back to the house, Theodora ran straight inside before the others. Her gut was telling her right where she needed to go, so she ran straight upstairs to the bathroom. That's where she found Doug casting a spell on the submerge Freya in the bathroom. Seeing this made Theodora scream as she used her power and used her power to throw him away and smashed him into a wall.

Joanna rushed in soon after and stopped him from going after Theodora. With a bit of a struggle she managed to get him out into the hall, and thanks to Wendy's help, back into a painting.

While all this was happening, Theodora pulled Freya out of the water. She didn't even realize that Ingrid was there with her now, but she was.

Ingrid kept crying out Freya's name as she assisted Theodora to get Freya out of the tub and onto the floor, but Freya wasn't responding.

"You are not dying on me!" Theodora started chest compressions, saying, "I can't lose you." She quickly removed her hands with a gasp once Freya started coughing up the water. Theodora helped Freya onto her side to make sure all the water got out and cried with relief.

Ingrid wasted no time in pulling Freya up to hug her tight.

Theodora joined in their hug and didn't want to let go. If anything happened to them again she'd have absolutely lost her mind. It didn't matter that they'd be brought back because it'd be different again and Theodora couldn't handle starting over. So as long as Theodora could help it, nothing would happen to them. And if something did then she'd do everything in her power to reverse it.

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