This chapter was originally gong to be a standalone one-shot about Claire's childhood with Lucy, but I decided to incorporate it into this story instead, so here goes :) If you're still reading then thank you, I know it's confusing right now and it's full of OC's and my slow updates probably don't help either! You can skip this chapter but it will help you undertand more about why Lucy and Claire hate each other, the night of the fire and all the witchcraft bits.

Two sisters sat alone on a hill, they were staring down at the New Orleans lights in awe. It was late at night, but neither of the cared. The illuminations allowed them too see and neither Claire, nor Lucy were scared of the night.

"It's cold." The youngest, Claire, whispered.

"Here," Lucy mumbled, "I'll make us a fire."

The 14-year-old stared at a bush and concentrated on her power, causing the bush to burst into flames, showering both girls in warmth so that they could comfortably watch the fireworks.

"That's pretty cool."

"I know, right?" Lucy smiled, passing Claire a can of fanta.

Claire and Lucy were best friends. They'd grew up together and they had a sistrly bond that no one else could understand, not even Claire's twin brother, Florian. Claire wrapped a fleece blanket around her and tried to pull the words out of her mouth.

"Mum says I have to go into the harvest next year." Claire confessed, "I don't want to do it."

Lucy scowled,"Then don't. It's all mumbo jumbo anyway. Please don't do it Claire."

"I have too."

"Why?" Lucy growled, standing up, "Because Mom told you too? Since when do you have to do everything she tells you too?"

"I suppose you're right." Claire mumbled, dropping the subject. The harvest was a contraversial topic within the witch community. It only came around once a century and witches were considered lucky to be in the harvest. Since Claire was part of an important family, she would be expected to be part of it, but she just had a bad feeling about the whole thing...

It was November 23rd, the day of the harvest. Claire was waiting with 4 other girls. She was the last girl to be harvested. There was a huge audience, all witches of course. Claire could see her parents, announcing proudly to everyone nearby that their daughter was in the harvest.

Claire steadied herself and headed up towards the podium where the girls where lining up. She took one last glance at her family. Keira was engrossed in her boyfriend, as per parents were still smiling at her proudly. Florian was holding Annie on his shoulders, while she waved crazily back down at us.

The everything changed...

Then first girl from the harvest walked up to the elders who were holding a pot of blood. As she walked up to them, they marked her head with the red liquid. Then suddenly, she fell to the floor. At first, Claire couldn't process what happened.

Then it clicked.

She was dead.

They were sacrificing the girls. They weren't performing some innocent ritual like they said they were, they were going to kill them all. Everyone was screaming and pushing to reach their loved ones.

Claire froze and looked up at Lucy. Lucy was shaking her head and mouthed, 'I told you so' then she walked away leaving Claire alone. Suddenly, Claire was next. She ran. It was all she could think of doing.

The whole stage was on fire now, clearly they were trying to stop authorities finding out about the harvest. A harvest official police guard grabbed Claire from behind and started pulling her towards the podium. Claire focused all her energy on escape and pushed out. The police guard went flying into a wall, his gun flying across the floor towards Claire.

Annie was crying now, running towards Claire. She was lost, clearly. Wait! Where was Florian. Annie had been with Florian a few minutes ago and now she wasn't. Were was he?

Claire picked the 7-year-old up into her arms and ran to a shack which only her family knew about, hoping to find shelter. They would be hiding in there wouldnt they? Claire held the gun in her left and Annie in her right as she pushed the door to the hut open.

She stopped in her tracks at what (or who) was in the shack. Standing in front of her was a small coven of witches. How did they know she would be here? Instinctivly, Claire grabbed her gun, forgetting all about Annie. She shot out at one of the witches.

The bullet went right through him without even fliching. He didn't even blink. What the hell? He couldn't be human. Claire shot again, this time everything moved in slow motion. The non-human witch grabbed Annie and pulled him in front of his body. The bullet that was intended for the witch hit the little girl in the chest.

Claire screamed but stayed frozen in her spot. Time stood still as she watched her little sister die, knowing that she couldn't stop her.

Arms were lifting her up now, but she didn't even notice that. All she could feel was anger. There was only 7 people who knew about that hiding place: Claire, her parents and her siblings. Clearly someone had told the witches were they were hiding, probably killing them all...

Claire felt herself lying on a bed somewhere. Her head was bleeding and banging. She'd heard that you shouldn't go asleep if you had a head injury, but honestly? Claire didn't care if she didn't wake up.

I totally don't blame you if you skipped this chapter, but I hope you read it. Please review, I'd ove you forever. Oh and yes, I sort of stole this idea from the originals :p