AN: Sorry for the long wait, I sorta had writer's block.
It was morning time and Elliot, Aubree, Malia, and I were all sitting at the kitchen table, when Elliot pulled out a piece of paper that read BOUNTY on it.
"Grandmother has a bounty that we need to take care of," Elliot stated.
"Hmmm, what is it?" I asked curiously.
"We are to kill some witch hunters in Chicago," Elliot answered smirking.
"Sounds fun, the Chicago part, I meant," Malia said jokingly.
"Who is the client?" Aubree asked. Aubree's mouth was drawn in a tight line as she stared at Elliot. "What have they done to warrant they're death?"
"Why do you care?" I countered, twirling a knife in my hands. "A kill is a kill,"
"And they are witch hunters, Aubree. You know the people who hunt us for a living," Elliot added sarcastically.
"Look, if you're going to Chicago, I want in. I've lived there before, and I know it like the back of my hand," Malia said, before taking a sip of coffee.
"Couldn't hurt to have a Slayer, with us," I smirked.
"Well then if that's the case, we can leave right now and just teleport to Chicago," Elliot stated.
"As much as I disagree with this, we can't teleport to Chicago, it would raise Bastien's and Marie's suspicion. So you know what that means..." Aubree trailed off.
"Road trip," all of us groaned in unison.
"We can take my car, all we have to do is-" Malia started.
"What are you guys talking about?" Marie asked raising an eyebrow as she walked in the kitchen, with Bastien behind her.
"We're planning one last trip before summer is over," Malia lied smoothly, as I sneakily hid the bounty.
"Is that right?" Marie asked skeptically, looking at us, but mostly Elliot and I.
"Yes, it is. It's not a problem I hope?" I asked, looking at her.
"Well in that case, have fun and be safe," Marie smiled, before for leaving for work and Bastien left to do God knows what.
"I know Marie is not a fool, so there is no way in hell, she believed us," I thought.
~~~x~~~
Black dust started swirling within the basement of in a tornado-like shape in the house of Alexander Jenkins, and it quickly morphed into my figure.
"Phoenix..."
The word was a whisper, torn from his lips as the boy stared at the book he was studying. He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't notice that I teleported behind him.
I smirked slowly, conjuring an athame into my hand, "So you've heard of my coven,"
Spinning around at the last second, the boy just narrowly missed an energy ball that was aimed for him.
"Alexander Jenkins?" I asked.
"No, I'm Eric Jenkins, Alexander Jenkins is my father," he replied in confusion.
He moved back and said, "Who-who are you?"
I smiled as I began sidestepping, circling my prey, "For a witch hunter's son, you sure don't know a lot,"
Scanning over me, he saw on the inside of my right arm was a distinctive birthmark that revealed my origins. Realization struck him, and for the second time that day, one word escaped his lips. "Phoenix,"
"You aren't my target Eric but...You're going to have to die now – sorry, it's nothing personal," I said, advancing towards him, my murderous intentions perfectly clear.
Eric just stared coldly and swiftly picked up a dagger that was on his desk. He watched my moves, sizing me up. Watching me with his peripheral vision, he was able to see the exact moment that I lunged for him. Bringing his dagger up, he slid to the right a little bit, so that I just grazed his shirt. Holding his arm steady, he braced for my weight to slam onto his dagger.
I smirked again as I teleported at the last second. He was able to lunge before I completely dematerialized, slicing through the buckle on my shirt.
I appeared behind him, running my fingers over the slice, "Such a shame, I really liked this outfit," I cooed, looking down at my tight leather outfit that provided good mobility.
Unable to resist, Eric took his time in looking me over, starting at my feet and slowly drawing his gaze up my body.
Now smirking at me, he replied, "It's not bad,"
Eric resumed the attack and I ducked to the side, spinning around to stab him in the back. Eric quickly moved behind me, only to receive a hard blow to the stomach as he was hit by my elbow.
"Uggh," he moaned, "So you do like it rough,"
I glared at him, bringing my athame up to slam it into his heart. He grabbed my wrist, twisting me around so that my back was pinned against him.
"Who hired you?" he whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling my soft skin.
"Come on," I started. "You know I can't tell you that. Takes the fun out of the game," I finished smirking.
"Such a shame," he taunted, "Since I really do like this outfit on you," Drawing one hand along my thigh, he used to other to bring the athame to my heart.
Suddenly, I grabbed his wrists and turned him around and swung a swift kick at his back, sending him flying across the room. He crashed into the table, the force of his weight causing it to crack underneath him as he fell with a loud thud. Slowly, Eric got up from the floor and charged at me, only for me to release an energy ball hitting Eric square in the chest, sending him flying to the wall.
Creating another an energy ball in my hand, I was about to launch it for the kill when something stopped me. Watching him scramble to his feet, I crushed the energy ball and flipped my athame into the ready position to throw. Facing him, tensed for his offense, I realized it would be more satisfying this way.
"Janelle!"
Both Eric and I turned to another corner of the room, where Aubree stood. She gestured, and the athame disappeared out of my hand into her own.
I simply glared at Aubree, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Stopping you from killing an innocent," Bree replied. "Why are you doing this?"
"He's the witch hunter's son, it's a good enough reason to kill him," I answered, glancing back at Eric.
"That's not good enough, Janelle!" Bree insisted.
"It is for me. Sorry Aubree," I replied simply, and whipped my hand out sending Aubree to the wall.
With amazing speed, I materialized another athame and rushed forward and stabbed Eric right in the heart, killing him instantly.
~~~x~~~
The darkness that engulfed the deserted street, the fog that was so thick it blocked my vision, the cold that bit into my fingers.
I moved swiftly in the chilly Chicago night, trying my best not to disturb the deafening silence that accented the sound of my rapidly beating heart. The dim light that sifted through the windows of the bar illuminated the back alley just enough for me to see a rat taking cover behind the overfilled garbage cans, but I didn't bother to show my disgust. The smell of rotten meat and dried vomit made me slightly nauseous though and I pulled a face, and the only person to see the display of my irritation was Bree.
I opened the door to the club and walked in and the two of us sat down in a booth that Malia and Elliot were sitting at. I looked around the club. All human, at least the patrons were. I knew that the club itself was owned by witches, so I knew that a couple of them had to be lurking around here somewhere.
"Did you find him?" Elliot asked.
"Hello to you too," I responded sarcastically. "And no, I didn't find him. I found his son-"
"She killed him!" Aubree whispered angrily, cutting me off.
"What's your point Aubree? One day he would be bound to kill us," Elliot countered, before getting up.
"Follow me," he ordered and the four of us walked through the bar and into a back room. Elliot locked the door behind him and started to rummage through the tall book shelves that lined the walls.
"We can't leave Chicago without killing Alexander Jenkins," I stated, crossing his arms.
"Agreed, we-" Elliot's speech was cut off, hearing some frantic raps at the door. He walked to the door and opened it slightly.
"Elliot," the girl whimpered. "Hunters. They're here," Elliot's eyes widened.
"Take the back entrance. Get out of here now!" Elliot hushed.
"What about you?" The blonde asked.
"I'll be fine. Now go! Get out of here!"
Elliot watched the girl leave and managed to catch the eye of one of the hunters. He quickly slammed the door, locking it behind him.
"Hunters?" Malia asked, as a loud banging resonated from the other side of the heavy door.
"Yeah, and guess who leading the group?" Elliot said, running to a corner of the room and ripped up the floorboards, revealing a set of stairs.
"Alexander Jenkins," Aubree and I said in unison.
Suddenly, an explosion ripped through the room.
The heat hit us first; the flames licked at the walls, the floor and even the book shelves. Malia and Elliot were able to ground themselves, but Aubree and I were shot against the wall quite roughly. I felt my body ache and my brain get jumbled around in my skull. My ears were ringing from the loud explosion and I could barely hear Elliot calling for me. I crawled towards the exit my knuckles were bruised from trying to catch my fall and I could feel wooden splinters in my body along with some cuts as well.
Another explosion went off with more flames and I then heard yelling from inside the bar. The screams and cries of my fellow witches made my stomach sink. I wouldn't be able to save them, the hunters had already gotten to them. I felt someone grip me around the waist, hauling me up from the floor. Panic gripped me at the thought that a hunter had caught me. I started chanting immediately and the person holding me let me drop to the ground.
"It's me! It's me!" Elliot barked, and I stopped my spell.
"Sorry," I rasped, as Elliot pulled me to the stairs under the floorboards.
Suddenly, a bullet hit his shoulder and he howled in pain.
"Elliot!" I yelled.
I felt someone lace a hand in my hair. I screamed as the hand yanked me roughly down to the floor, "You bitch! You killed my son!" Alexander Jenkins shouted angrily.
Malia was half way down the steps, but turned around at the sound of my voice and lunged at Alexander with her katana, and knocked his head clean off, causing the grip he had on my hair to loosen. Malia held her sword out ready to go on the offensive as the group of hunters closed in on us.
"Look what we caught, boys!" One of them hollered.
"Ooh, two witches, and a Slayer," A female hunter crooned.
"How about we take their magic away?" Another male taunted and Elliot tried to get up, but the spiked heel of the hunter's boot dig into his shoulder.
"Hmm, I wanna play with her. She looks fun," The female sang, directing it towards me.
"As long as you share, Maria," Another woman purred.
Strangely, they all let out groans of pain and they held their heads, screaming and writhing and the three of us looked around until our eyes landed on Aubree who was holding her hands in the air, murmuring a spell until the hunters were unconscious. We gave her a thankful smile and Aubree crouched down to loop her arm through Elliot's.
"God, you're like dead weight!" She groaned.
We made our way out of the club, once we were far enough away, all of us collapsed to the ground. All of us were panting, laying our tired bodies on the pavement as the flames from the club danced against the dark night sky. Elliot had taken the time to extract the bullet from his shoulder. He groaned, flicking the bullet along the concrete.
"Well, I'll say this is mission accomplished," Malia stated chuckling.
AN: Yay! Aubree swoops and saves the day! Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes!