Hey guys! Happy Halloween. First I want to apologize for yesterday, its been crazy the past few weeks, but I can assure you that this chapter is the longest chapter I have written yet. And this chapter is the last chapter in the Halloween story. Also, I do have some important announcements at the end of this story, a treat for those of you who do read both this and the other story. So, I hope you Enjoy.
Out of nowhere, two of the king's guards appeared in front of the warlocks, it was only the king and Nyssa. Nyssa put on her bravest face and looked him in the eyes, she didn't want to show him that she was afraid of him, but actually she was terrified. She knew what he was capable of, anything. If he can murder an unborn child, he can surely hurt her with no problem, he has done it before.
"I'm not afraid of you," she said, he smirked in amusement when she said that. "You're a sad old man who is alone and you hurt people to make yourself feel better," he growled at her when she said that. "I've seen your past, once upon a time you were an honorable man, but you let power consume you, and because of that you lost your wife, your daughters and your grandchildren," Nyssa knew she should stop while she was ahead, but she couldn't. This man had caused her family nothing but misery, she was upset with that. Once upon a time, she said if she ever met him, she would give him a piece of her mind.
"You know its all your fault, if you weren't so obsessed with power, your wife would be alive, you would have all your daughters. You know, I know you told Wendy that she would never make a good mother, but guess what, she's an amazing mom. She is the most amazing mom than you will ever know, and more of a father than you will ever be. I just wish she was here so she can see this, that you were wrong and she was right," Nyssa felt strong and confident the more she talk about her mom.
"You stupid girl. You have no idea what you are talking about," the king said, Nyssa felt chills go down her spine when he said that. She suddenly felt herself flying backwards, down the hall, till she hit the end of the hallway, hard. She tried to move, but she couldn't, her body was paralyzed, she didn't noticed the old man was standing in front of her until it was too late. She look at him, defiantly, not backing down. Hands were around her neck, she couldn't breathe, Nyssa couldn't do anything to protect herself, no spells came to mind. Nyssa was scared out of her mind as her vision started to blur.
Out of nowhere, the hands around her throat were gone, there was a thump sound beside her, the magic that was holding her up was gone, the young witch slide to the ground. Nyssa tried to regain her breath when two presences were beside her. Dante and Kevin helped her up and tried to leave, but she didn't want to, she wanted to see who saved her.
"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!" the female ghost yelled at the king. The young witch felt compelled to go to the female ghost, something was calling her to be by her side. Dante yelled for her to come back, but she didn't listen. As she reached the ghost's side, she looked at her, oblivious that Nyssa was standing next to her. The young witch reached out to hold her hand, knowing it would be in vain, but that same thing that was calling for her to be next to this woman was telling her to do so. A bright, warm light radiated from her hand, she could feel her. Nyssa could feel the other woman's hand, this frighten and excited her all at the same time. She looked up at the woman to see intense, ice blue eyes staring at her, but it wasn't in angrer and malice, but with pride of the young witch. A smile crossed both of the witches' faces and they both face the king. That night, Nyssa saw something that she would never forget, but relish it for the rest of her life, fear was written all over the king.
Nyssa raised her right hand, unlike her other hand, it glowed a green color, no not green, emerald.
"NOW!" the woman yelled, in synced, both witches released their magic, white mixed with green as it hit the king. Nyssa could see the agony on his face as he disappeared from existence, hopefully now, for good. She stared at the place the king stood for a moment or two, taking in that he was gone, never to return, thanks to the other ghost. She turned to face the other woman, looking into her ice blue eyes, Nyssa felt that she should have known her, but she doesn't.
"You did well, filia mea," the dirty blonde witch, said in a soft voice, placing a hand on the younger witch's cheek. Nyssa closed her eyes, feeling the warmth from her hand. This felt right, she never wanted this feeling to go away, the feeling of safe and home.
But as quickly as it came, the warmth was gone from her cheek, the brunette opened her emerald eyes. The woman in front of her was fading fast, still holding her hand, the light the two of them emittance had dim to a flicker of light. Nyssa didn't want her to go, not yet, the other witch could sense that too.
"I am always proud of you, filia mea," she reassured the girl. She placed her hand on the younger witch's chest, she could barely feel it. "I am always with you," she flickered out of existence. The hand that entwine with hers was gone, she barely met the woman, but she wanted her back, with her Asgardian dress and acceptance radiating off of her, she knew that woman was the key to her past.
"NYSSA!" Dante's yelled, breaking her out of her trance. She turned to look at the two concerned warlocks. "Are you okay," he came up to her, wiping the tears she didn't know that fell down her face.
"Yeah," she nodded her head. "I don't know," she admitted. "It felt like I should have knew her, but I don't," she turned to Kevin.
"Nyssa what are you talking about," the older warlock asked. "There's no one here," he came up to the couple. "You defeated the king all by yourself. You're a badass Nyssa."
"Are you okay princess," Nyssa was confused, she knew there was another person was there, she felt her, if she didn't show up, she might be dead. She felt her pocket vibrate, she looked down and saw the message she had been waiting for, for a while.
"They found him," she put the phone back. "Quick, we need to get to the upstairs room, near the living room," Kevin started to lead the group. Nyssa was about to follow until Dante put a hand on her shoulder.
"This isn't over princess," concern and worry painted his face.
"I know," she knew with him, he didn't pity her, if the roles were reversed, Nyssa bet she would be doing the same thing. The two walk in silence to the room. All Nyssa thought about was who was that woman, and why did she felt like she should know her?
"Archibald STOP!" Ingrid yelled at her former lover. He turned and faced her, his face soften and he glided over to her. The warlock's eyes only held admiration to her, he tried to place his hand on her face, but she moved it the other way. Disappointment crossed his face, he tried to place his hand on her shoulder, but it went through, Ingrid could see the sadness in his eyes.
"Archibald," the witch looked up to him. "I'm not the same girl from a hundred years ago. That Ingrid is gone, I'm sorry. I know you loved her, but it's time to move on. You need to go, it's your time, you don't belong here anymore. If you don't go now, you can never be reunited with Athena." Archibald look straight into her eyes when she said that.
"Yes, she's on the other side. You can finally be with her, don't you want that. She missed you a lot," she tried to convince him to go to the other side. He was quiet, for a long time, thinking about his options. Ingrid turned to see what he was staring at. It was a picture of Dash and Kilian when they were younger. His eyes widen, as if he realized something important, he turned his attention to Killian, still unconscious.
"Take care of him," he turned to Ingrid. "Both of them," he gave her a sad smile, turned back into the darkness and walked into it, until Ingrid could no longer see him. She no longer felt his presence, he was gone.
"FREYA," Ingrid ran to her sister, she checked her pulse to see if she was alive. It was there, steady as a beating drum, she let out a sigh of relief. Ingrid reached for her pocket to text the others that she needed help. She looked at her phone, it was dead, and from the way Freya's costume was, she didn't have pockets for a phone. She knew this was a stupid idea, but she had to go find help. She knew she shouldn't leave her sister alone with an unconscious Killian, but magic or no magic, she couldn't bring both of them with her, she wasn't strong enough.
"I'll be back," she gave her sister's hand a squeeze of reinsurance. Ingrid grabbed her flashlight she dropped when Archibald threw her sister against the wall and walk to the door. She gave one last look to her sister, hoping she will be fine. Ingrid descended down the stairs, knowing this was not a good plan. Not only she knew it was not a good idea to leave her sister defenseless, but that she shouldn't be alone, especially with Isis on the loose. She was glad she haven't run into her yet, she hoped she was this lucky to find someone to help her.
When she turned down to the next hallway, she stopped. Ingrid saw a woman standing at the end of the hallway. Although she was facing away from Ingrid, she could see she had short curly brown hair. Ingrid felt like she knew that girl, she just wasn't sure where. Then out of nowhere, Ingrid could hear growling, as if a dog was growling to someone. She realized it was coming from that girl, Ingrid tried to step back into the hallway unnoticed. However, the moment she put her foot down, the woman faced her. The brunette started to run towards the witch, but that wasn't the thing that scared her. It was that the closer the girl got, the more she started to change. She wasn't sure what, but it was a four legged animal. Not even a meter away from the witch, it jumped up, planning to attack its prey, Ingrid ducked down and avoided the animal.
After hearing a man screaming in pain, Ingrid turned to the monster and saw it was attacking a man, but this wasn't an ordinary man; he was a warlock. Ingrid couldn't believe she found Abraham, but he wasn't Abraham, he was Ivar. The creatures wasn't going to attack her, it was trying to save her.
The creature turned its head to the witch, as if it was asking for help. Abraham, or what looked like him, tried to attack the beast, but she moved just in time. The beast tried to get the warlock's attention away from Ingrid, as if it was trying to distract him from her. Ingrid let instinct take over, she felt her magic surge down her arms and into her hands. As soon as the beast moved out of the way, Ingrid blasted the warlock, sadly he was too fast and made a run for it.
Ingrid tried to chase after him, but he vanished into thin air. She could hear the heavy sounds of paws coming towards her. She turned around and step back, not knowing what it was capable of. The beast looked sad when she did that, as if it hurt its feelings. Out of nowhere, an auburn light formed in the center of the beast's chest and engulfed it. No longer stood a creature, but a woman with short curly brown hair and hazel eyes; Ingrid blood ran cold, she knew this girl.
"Viviane!" the girl step towards Ingrid, but she stepped back away from her.
"Ingrid please listen to me, I'm not the bad guy, I'm here to help," the girl tried to explain.
"Are you a werewolf?" Ingrid asked, trying to make since that her coworker wasn't human.
"Oh God no!" the woman seemed offended when she said that.
"Then what are you?"
"Hell hound," Ingrid took a step back in fear. She never encounter a hell hound before, but it didn't sound like something she would want to. "Now before you do something let me explain," the hound put up her hands in defense. "I'm more human than hound at this point. My older brother and his friends took me and snuck out of Hell eighteen years ago. I didn't understand why when I was little, but he told me when I got older, that those of our kind was being used, he didn't know for what at the time, but he didn't want to find out. From what he told me, is that the people that were in charge of Hell would train us to be weapons, and when we turn eighteen and we became mature enough, they control us."
"How?"
"I don't know how, he never told me. He said that we will never have to deal with them again. It wasn't until a month ago, your uncle Arthur found me. I remember him from our time we first got here, he help us out a lot. I help him with the other Hell hounds who also escaped from Hell to assimilate here. He told me that he had to go away for a little while and wanted me to watch over his family. I couldn't refuse, it was the least I can do, since he helped mine. And that's my story. I wanted to tell you Ingrid, but he asked me not to. He wanted me out of sight until something happened. And something did, I felt at least four different spirits entered this realm at once, that's why I had to leave early, to protect your family. Ingrid he does care for you, all of you," the curly hair woman explained. Ingrid understood why her uncle would do this, that doesn't mean she agree with it.
"I wished he would have told us," Ingrid said. "So you can feel spirits?"
"Yeah, I did live in hell for ten years, not all my senses are that dull."
"How many are left?"
"Two originally, but a third one just entered, but she isn't bad. I think she wants to help."
"Viviane I need your help. My sister and her boyfriend were knocked unconscious in the attic. I need your help getting them out of there," Ingrid want to know who the other spirits were, but she had to help Freya first before anything else happened.
"Of course," the two went back to the attic. Ingrid asked a lot of questions about hell hounds and Viviane answered all the ones she could answer.
Aria held on to Derek's hand, they have been looking for Daegan's friend for over half an hour. She felt bad for the girl, she could only imagine what it felt like losing her friend when she felt like it was her responsibility to watch them. Correction, she did know, Aria still beat herself up about that day, if she was there with her, instead of taking that phone call, maybe things would had been different.
"Hey," Aria looked up at Derek, breaking her out of her trance. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine," he gave her an 'are you sure' look. She gave his hand a light squeeze of reinsurance that she was okay. He gave her a light squeeze to tell her it will be okay. The two followed the other two guest into the hallway. It wasn't until they were in the hallway they could hear voices. The four witches and warlocks crept quietly to the voices.
"I'm sorry, but this is what I could find in short noticed. There isn't a lot of warlocks who can communicate with the spirit world," Aria recognized that voice, it was Isis. Aria saw a flash of light behind her, she turned around to see Derek was texting the others on where they were.
"SHORT! You had to use THAT word," the man sounded upset.
"You know, if I would had known you wouldn't all right with being in a short man body, I could have found a witch you could had been in. Not that I would have mind," the voice said nonchalantly.
"No, I'll pass," the group stood next to the door the couple were in. Aria could hear a slight gasp coming from the blonde. The blonde started to grab something out of her bag, Aria couldn't see what.
"We need to leave now, I don't hear the music so they must know I'm here," the voices started to come closer.
"I know they know we're here. I ran into Ingrid, I think I lost her. OW! Not before getting bit by that mutt. I swear she is going to-"he couldn't finished that sentence, a surge of energy, coming from the African warlock, knocked him out.
"NOW!" Daegan yelled as she placed a fire barrier between them and Isis. "HOLD HIM DOWN," She commanded the rest of the group as she pulled out the syringe she had hidden in her hand. When he was secured, Daegan injected the warlock with something, Aria wasn't sure, but she could swear she could hear Daegan say that she was sorry to Abraham. The man screamed, but it eventually died down as he became unconscious. Everything happened too fast, she looked at the fire barrier and saw Isis was gone. She was about to saw something, but she pushed the blonde out of the way, and was captured by Isis. The young witch struggled, but soon stopped. She was transfixed with the gray smoke coming out of Abraham. Quickly as it came out of the wizard, formed a man, one she never meet, she could only assume it was Ivar.
Nyssa, Dante and Kevin could hear arguing coming from the next hallway, as they turned down the hallway, her blood ran cold. She could see Aria being held as hostage by Isis and a ghost she could only assume was Ivar.
"Put him back in that body NOW!" Isis demanding, she was pointing at the unconscious Abraham. Nyssa acted on instinct, she sent out a surge of energy to the couple from behind. They both screamed in pain, as she let go of her friend. Aria ran to the other group of witches, looking very upset with the couple. The couple turned and face her and the warlocks, they looked like they were ready to kill the trio. She could see the other two guys ready to fight, so was she; nobody threatens her best friend and gets away with it. Then, out of nowhere, a beam of energy hit the couple from the side, Nyssa saw her two older cousins, Killian, and another girl Nyssa had never meet before, come from the third hallway.
"Don't you dare touch her," Nyssa smiled at that as Freya glared at Isis. Isis growled at her, Summer hit the witch with a fire ball, then everyone took their turns to hit the couple. Alex and Viviane dragged Abraham's body to safety, they wanted to fight with their new friends, but knew they couldn't fight in this battle; to many of their new friends, this battle was personal.
Every witch and warlock gathered all their strength and magic and focused on the witch and warlock in front of them, and what seemed like hours, but only merely a few seconds, the only sound that could be heard in the room, was the couple's screams, then a blinding light. When it died down, there was nothing there, only ashes that were left from Isis. They could hear someone had a coughing fit, everyone looked at Abraham to see he was waking up.
"ABRAHAM," the curly blonde hair witch hugged her friend for dear life. "I thought I lost you. Abraham," the girl pulled out of his arms. "I'm so glad you don't work out, or else it would be harder to save you," the whole room erupted in laughter.
"Oh Daegan," he chuckled.
"Viviane, are they gone?" Ingrid asked the hell hound. The curly haired woman closed her eyes and tried to feel for any other presences.
"They're gone," Isis was gone, so was Ivar, Freya sighed in relief. The two were finally reunited in death, where they belong.
"So," Aria said. "I bet we can all agree that if we tell your mother about this-"
"Yeah lets not," Freya agreed. Her family had been through so much lately, adding this to their list wouldn't help, Isis and Ivar were gone.
"Well this is a very interesting night," Alex said as they started making their way to the living room. "I'm glad I met you," she turned to Summer.
"Me too," the red head replied as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
"Well, it's before midnight, anyone wants to share ghost stories?" J.R. asked.
"Yeah, I'm down," Nyssa said before others started to mummer in agreement, feeling it was safe now to tell their stories. Freya thought her cousin's friends were crazy.
"Freya," the witch turned to her younger cousin. "Thanks. For back there. I didn't know you cared that much," the young witch said. That broke her heart, Freya knew it was her fault that her cousin didn't fully trust her. She couldn't blame her, she would do everything in her power to make it up to her, till the day she died.
"You're my little cousin," she hugged the younger girl. "I would do anything for you," a smile grew on the younger witch's face. The two may not be at one hundred percent, but there getting there.
"Freya can we talk," she felt a strong hand on her shoulder, before she could enter the living room with the other guests. Nyssa gave her an understanding smile and walk with her best friend to the living room with everyone else.
"Yeah sure what's up?" he lead her away from everyone else.
"I'm sorry about tonight, it didn't go the way I planned."
"I don't think anyone planned on hell breaking loose."
"I wanted it to be perfect."
"If it was because of Nyssa, I think it will take more than a party to-"
"No not for her," he interrupted the witch. "But for you. I had everything planned out. I wanted to do it right."
"What was it?" she was curious on what Killian had planned for her.
"This party wasn't Aria's idea, it was mine," Freya was confused, she was there when Aria came up with the idea. "Freya, the moment I met you, my life has changed for the better. My whole life, I thought I was running away, but I wasn't, I was running to you. Frey, you're crazy, dramatic, a mess, funny, beautiful, perfect, I don't want to know what life is without you. You're my best friend and more. I wanted to do this right, so I asked everyone in your family for permission, even Aria, and they're okay with this and I hope you will be okay with this too. Freya Eilif Beauchamp, I want to wake up every morning beside you and to go to sleep with you every night. I want to look back decades later, knowing that I made the right choice and try my best to make you happy every day," the warlock went down on one knee, Freya could see he was nervous, so was she. "What I'm trying to say is, will you marry me?" he pulled out a ring, what she didn't know, this wasn't any ordinary ring, but Freya's grandmother's ring. Joanna gave him her mother's ring to give to her daughter. The older witch told him that in all her lives, Freya had never been more in love till know and she trust Killian with her daughter's life.
"Look at me," Freya kneeled down to the man. "Are you sure about this? My life is crazy and hectic. You have to accept my family because we are a package deal. Not I don't like this one but I am okay with this one, it's all or nothing."
"Freya, if you think that, that's insane. If I didn't want them to be part of our family, I wouldn't had asked them to be a part of their family."
"Our family," Freya liked the sound of that. "Yes Kilian, I do," forgetting the ring, Freya leaned in and kissed her true love, her soul mate, this wasn't a happily ever after, this was a happy beginning, for the both of them. Claps could be heard from behind them, the couple turn their heads to see all their friends cheering for them, and Aria holding up her phone, getting it all on video. Freya couldn't be happier, even if she tried.
Meanwhile in Boston, a young, dirty blonde hair girl laid at her desk, as piles of text books surrounded her. She was so deep in her sleep, she failed to sense another presence in the room. The older woman stared at the sleeping girl, wishing she could touch her at least once, but sadly, she was no longer a part of this world, and she used most of her powers to save the young girl's sister; she would have to settle to only see this girl.
"Hello filia mea, you do not know me, but we are family. I have been watching you and your sister since before either one of you were born," the woman attempted to touch the sleeping girl's face, but as she thought, it went through her face; the woman's face fell because of this.
"But this will have to do for now," the older dirty blonde woman bent to be eye level to the sleeping girl. "My God," she admire the young witch, "you look so much like your father, but you act so much like your mother," a smile formed on her lips when she said that.
"I remember when she was your age, she would study till she fell asleep, just like you," she took a moment to admire this girl. Like her mother, she didn't know how much potential she had, if she just believed in herself.
"In so many ways. Your mother was afraid of her magic, too," her mother and this young girl was brought up very differently. The girl's biological mother was discourage to use her powers for practically her whole life. It wasn't until she was in college she started practicing it a little, and even then, people were afraid of her. On the other hand, this girl had been encourage to use magic her entire life, but the end result was the same. Both mother and daughter feared their magic, the woman blamed herself. If she could have been there for the girl's mother, maybe it would be different for both of them, but she knew she couldn't change the past.
"Anna, you don't know how strong and powerful you are, you just need to give yourself a chance and believe in yourself," she said, trying to give the young girl a pep talk, although she knew she couldn't hear her.
"I wish I was there for you and your mother," her heart clench when she said that. "But fate had something else in mind for us," the woman looked at the clock near the girl, she only had a few moments left before she had to go back to the other side. She didn't want to go, she wanted to stay with her family, especially now that they are starting to put the pieces of their history together; she had so much to tell them, but no time.
"I just want you to know, Alanna Melena Beauchamp, that you are the kin of my kin, and no matter what, I will always be with you, even if you don't know it. I was there for your mother, even though she did not know me, and I will be there for you and your sister," the woman looked back at the clock, she could practically see the time slipping from her. She wanted to cry, she wanted more time.
"I have to go, filia mea," her voice was cracking.
"I will always love you," using the last of her powers, the older woman lean to the girl and kissed her check. Anna nearly jumped out of her seat and look around the room, empty, she was alone. She tried to calm herself down, telling herself no one was there, what she felt was a dream. She got up from her desk and headed towards the restroom, she really need to finish this paper this week. She washed her face, trying to remove the sleep from her eyes, for a little while. When she looked in the mirror, the clock struck midnight, Anna was startled and looked behind her, but no one was there. She could had sworn there was a dirty blonde hair woman standing at the frame of the door.
The End… For Now
Hey guys! So this is the end of my Halloween story, I hope you all enjoyed it. If you have any comments of theories, especially about the ghost who visit Anna, you can put it down below. And if you really liked this story, you can favorite it. Also, I have a few announcements to make. There will be a Christmas/ New Year's Eve special, especially since Aria and I have to plan someone's wedding that month (hint hint). It will be in one story, but like this one, it will take place after the main story. Also, I am happy to announce that three of the characters that were introduce in this story will be featured in the main story. I am proud to announce Viviane, Daegan, and a special thanks to wiccancharmedguy, Kevin, will now be in the main story line. I'm so excited to be working with these three characters, I hope I will do them justices. More likely we will see them next year. Finally, there is one more announcement. As you know, in November, Melissa De La Cruz will have Triple Moon out and will explain what happened after the last episode. In honor of that, and for those of you who read this story, I want to give you a treat, I am announcing the name for Ingrid's baby. No no no, this is not a trick, but a treat. Drum roll please. The name of Ingrid's baby iiiiiiissssssssssss… Daniel Victor Beauchamp. I am so excited for you guys to meet this little boy and thank you everyone for your impute for his name. it was a close tie with another name, but I think Daniel is the perfect name for Ingrid's baby. Okay everyone have a happy holiday, and be careful for the things that go bump in the night.
