I am so sorry for the long wait. I had the chapter started, then I just got overwhelmed with a lot of things and never got around to finishing it. A special thanks to those who wrote reviews too! I honestly have not seen any episodes since the last chapter was released, so this will basically now be unrelated to the show at this point, and I also just read that the show was cancelled sooo _;

Chapter 7

It was odd how such tiny, unassuming little words could cause such a tumultuous feeling of confusion in him. Adam stared at the name that was written as plain as day in the page and couldn't help but feel rage pent up inside of him. He slammed the book shut and gripped it tightly as he stormed out of the attic room, racing down the stairs taking two at a time.

"Dad!" He shouted, as he made his way over to the living room, "What the hell is this?"

He found his father lying down on the couch, an open bottle on the coffee table nearby, as his dad was nearly half asleep. Adam's shouting woke him a little bit more to consciousness, though he still had lidded, bloodshot eyes as he made a half grin.

"What's with all the shouting Adam? Did you break something?"

Adam stomped to where his dad was laying down and waved the book angrily at the drunken man, "Do you know what this is?"

Ethan's eyes sobered up as he saw what his son was holding in front of him, "Where did you get that?"

"I found it upstairs when I was cleaning and moving the boxes around and yes, I did break one of the furniture pieces, but I found this inside of it when it shattered."

Bloodshot eyes stared at the book, and his expression changed softly. Ethan didn't know if his son read any of what was inside or if his son even knew what it meant, but he tried to play it off anyways, "It is our family book, Adam. It has the history and records of a lot of things that our family accomplished and studied."

Adam scoffed, "Oh really? It's our family book?"

Ethan nodded, "Yes, that is the book that I read when I was younger that I always rave about. It's the one that told me that our family was destined to be with the Blakes; it told me that Amelia and I were supposed to be together. But… my dad took it away from me before I could finish reading and hid it away, never to be found again. Well, until now that is."

Adam narrowed his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was his dad completely that ignorant to not know that it wasn't their book? Or was he truly convinced that that belonged to them?

"Screw this."

Adam grit his teeth as he just blew off his dad completely. Gripping the book in his hand, he walked away despite his dad calling for him to come back. It didn't make any sense to him as to why they would have the wrong book for so long and how they even got into possession of it. It made sense now why Faye couldn't find her family book, no matter how hard she tried, because it was tucked securely away in his attic where nobody could find it. Whipping out his cell phone, he called Diana and asked her to meet him at the abandoned house.

He got there first and sat in the living room, reading parts of the book on his own. The pages were old and tattered, and contained some useful looking spells that he hadn't seen when he flipped through it earlier. There were notes jotted down on the margins, scribbles detailing little nuances in the spells with tricks on how to perform it better here and there.

Adam also read some tidbits here and there mentioning things about the Blakes, but some of it was in a different language that he couldn't decipher.

"Adam, I got here as soon as I could," Diana was making her way up the stairs as she approached him, slightly out of breath, "what was so urgent that you needed me to get here for? I was about to get a manicure."

He looked at her and under normal circumstances, he would have laughed at how girly Diana could be sometimes, but he still wasn't feeling right after discovering the book. She immediately noticed the small, black book that was in his hands and nearly choked. Gasping out loud, her eyes went wide and her mouth hung open, "Is that… is… is that your family book!"

"No…" he handed the book off to her and grunted, "…it belongs to the Chamberlains."

Diana immediately looked incredibly confused and flabbergasted, "I'm sorry, what did you just say? Why in the world would you have Faye's family book?"

Adam threw his hands up defeated, "Hell if I know. I tried asking my dad, and he just said he read part of it before his dad took it and hid it away from him. Apparently we've had the Chamberlain family book and never knew it. It's a bunch of bullshit, and because of that damned book, my dad thought he was destined to be with Amelia, but now I know that it was just a fucking lie!"

He was fuming as he clenched his jaw shut, "And to top that all off, my dad had told me that I was destined to be with Cassie because of it, and was trying to get in my head saying that you and I would break up, all because of a stupid book's prophecy!" His knuckles went white as he balled his hands into fists."

"Written in the stars my ass," he growled.

Diana flipped through the book, taking in all of what Adam was saying while also reading some of the pages along the way. She could see some of the parts that Adam was referring to, about how the book referenced that they were meant to be together, and how the two houses would be joined as one. She couldn't believe what she was reading, but even more so couldn't believe that Adam's dad had believed the book and hadn't even read to the end to find out that it didn't belong to the Conants.

"Should we tell Faye about this?" Adam asked quietly. He knew how much Faye loved magic, and how envious she was of Cassie that she had a family book.

"I don't know," Diana sighed, "I don't want Faye going off the deep end. If she gets a hold of the book, she's going to read the whole thing and want to perform every spell. We still don't know what kind of dark magic might be in that book."

"Well maybe the book has information on this Demon King guy. We can hold onto the book a little while longer and see if we can discover anything," said Adam.

Diana nodded, "Alright, sounds like a plan."


"So Jake… what are we doing here in your room again?"

Cassie had expected to go to a library of some sort, or any other place that was dusty and generally exploding with knowledge. Instead, Jake had just led her back to his place. If he was trying to get her to like him again, this was not off to a good start.

Jake rummaged through some of his bookshelves and was throwing a few dusty tomes onto his mattress, causing a dust cloud with each book tossed. He was silent as he chucked each book, for the most part ignoring Cassie's question either intentionally, or just because he was preoccupied with searching for the right books. Cassie stood there, her patience starting to dwindle as she crossed her arms and waited for him to stop his searching rampage. After a few more dusty books were tossed onto the mattress, Jake proceeded to open up a chest and throw more old papers and rustic manuscripts onto the mattress. After the last of the volumes were thrown on the bed, he dusted off his hands and smiled to her.

"That's what we're doing here," he walked over and picked up a smaller, maroon book with dirty gold embellishing, "my family kept a lot of documents and so I figured we'd be able to find something here that can help us."

She clapped her hands together and gave a weak smile, "Well, I guess we better hit the books then."

Jake pushed aside some of the books to make room for them to sit, but as he sat down on the bed in the cleared area, Cassie instead picked up a rolled scroll and sat on the foot of the bed. She unraveled the scroll and began reading, though it didn't seem to contain any useful information, or at least any kind of useful spells. An awkward silence hung in the air as the only sound that could be heard would be the shuffling of papers and the occasional turning of a page.

"I don't bite, you know," came Jake's voice softly from where he was sitting.

Cassie's body stiffened as he spoke. She didn't know what his true aim was, whether he had actually come back to truly help them, or if he was just trying to lure them all back in to trusting him again. She turned her head to face him and looked into his eyes. Though in the past, those crystal clear eyes would have made her heart melt, she now did not feel just quite the same.

"Cassie… I want to make things better between us again," he started, his voice quiet as he loosely gripped the book he was holding, "and, I know that I messed up before, but if you'd give me a second chance, I can make things right."

She remained still as he continued to speak, though he had gotten up from where he was sitting and started to walk around the bed. He knelt in front of her and held her chin in his hands, prompting her to look at him. His features seemed genuine and sincere, but then again, they had looked like that before and look where that got them.

"Please Cassie," his eyes were earnest as his face hovered closer, "Let me fix it."

For some reason, his eyes transfixed her on the spot, and she couldn't move an inch. No, it wasn't a spell, but it may as well been. His eyes were so intense, and with them inching closer, she didn't react until his lips pressed against hers. Jake leaned into the kiss and for a split second, Cassie couldn't even process what was going on, but as she felt the warmth of his close body, her senses flashed and she pulled back while pushing him away gently. She couldn't explain why, but it didn't feel right.

Her eyes glossed over as tears threatened to spill out. She blinked rapidly and shook her head, her voice shaky and uncertain.

"Jake, I- I can't. I just…"

She got up, letting the scroll drop to the floor. Making her way to the door, she picked up her belongings that she had set down earlier and flashed an apologetic look to him with her watery eyes.

"I'll… see you later," she said before exiting his room.

He stood there dejectedly as the door swung closed, leaving him alone with nothing but the books and silence.

Cassie whipped out her cell phone and dialed the first person that came to mind.


"Shit, shit, shit, fuck shit, that was her."

Faye was pacing back and forth in her room, her eyes still slightly puffy and red from attempting to explain how she was feeling to Melissa. Her friend had sat, quiet and attentive. She listened to what Faye had to say and would occasionally nod her head here and there, and for the most part, she let her just run her course, not wanting to really interject too much commentary here and there.

Together, they had come to the confusing conclusion that maybe Faye felt something, and maybe she didn't, she just couldn't tell due to confusing the magic with emotions. So all in all, they were back to square one.

"She's on her way over here and she sounded kind of distressed. What the hell am I supposed to do?"

Melissa rolled her eyes, "Well for one, stop pacing around, you're giving me a migraine."

Faye stopped in place and stared at her friend, her expression straight-faced. Melissa gave her a small smile in return, "And make sure to comfort her when she gets here."

"Comfort?" The taller witch immediately threw her hands up and began pacing again, frantically waving her arms about in a frenzy, "I'm Faye Fucking Chamberlain, I don't do comfort."

Melissa rolled her eyes once again and smiled, "Well, you've better learn to figure it out. Anyways, I'm out. I'll let you guys chat alone."

"What? You're leaving me?" Faye shrieked as her eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights.

"No shit Sherlock," Melissa snorted, "I'm sure as heck not going to be cockblocking up in this house. Or well, maybe not cockblock, but you know what I mean."

"Fine, some friend you are."

Melissa just scoffed and smiled, "Whatever, you'll thank me later."

She made her way out of the room and left Faye to be lost in her own thoughts. Faye couldn't understand what was going on. Sure, Diana had mentioned that perhaps the rise of this Demon King was causing people to have more primal urges, but was this in direct correlation to the odd thoughts that were swelling in her head?

Faye shook her head furiously before plopping down on her bed, sprawling out on her back lazily. Thinking made her head hurt, that's why she left that stuff up to Diana and Adam. Things that made her think too hard, she'd often just push aside and come back to it another day, or if things turned out for the better, the problems would just never come back at all. This stuff with Cassie however, no matter how hard she tried to push it away, always seemed to find a way to come creeping back up to bite her in the ass.

Not too long after, though it felt like an eternity, there was a knock on her bedroom door causing Faye to jump nervously. She cursed inwardly, as she didn't even understand why she was acting so nervously all of a sudden. It wasn't like their friendship changed or anything, but for some reason Faye just couldn't get Cassie out of her system. Being aware of just how much the blonde had a hold on her heart changed everything though. It was times like these that Faye wished she were left in the dark.

"Hello…? Faye?" Cassie's faint voice was heard through the door.

"D-door's open," Faye stuttered. She instantly kicked herself mentally, as she was already not off to a good start.

Cassie opened the door slowly and peeked her head in, "Mind if I come in?"

Faye rolled her eyes at her, "You're already in my house."

The blonde smiled sheepishly before coming inside and closing the door behind her. The door clicked shut and Cassie turned to Faye. She looked a bit uncomfortable, and her red eyes tipped Faye off to the fact that she had been crying.

"I'm sorry for calling you so out of the blue like this, but I had to talk to someone," said Cassie.

Faye's features softened as she silently scooted on her bed and patted the area next to her, motioning for the blonde to sit down. Cassie put her things down on the dresser nearby and then took a seat next to Faye on the bed. Their arms brushed up close and it sent shivers down their spines, but they sat in silence for a few more moments as Cassie tried to form words. As the minutes ticked by, Faye started to feel as though she should say something, but her heart was beating rapidly and she wasn't thinking like she normally did.

"I was with Jake," Cassie said suddenly and rather softly.

Her words jolted Faye from her inner reverie and the darker haired witch suddenly began to worry. Jake was always a wildcard and could never be tamed. He acted rather unpredictably and that was partly what always excited and drew Faye in, but whenever she got mixed up with him, it often ended badly. Letting her go at her own pace, Faye waited until the blonde continued on.

"I was with Jake and we were studying some books in his room-"

"You werewhere?" Faye exclaimed, cutting off the blonde, "You actually let him take you to his room? He's just a-"

"I know, I know!" Cassie said, holding her hands up to make Faye stop. Her eyes were sparkling once more as tears threatened to fall down. She bit her lip and her eyebrows furrowed up, "We were in his room and granted, he did actually have a lot of different books and scrolls which would possibly help us out, but we got to talking… and he was actually being kind of sweet. But, but then he kissed me and –"

"HE WHAT!" Faye's eyes bulged and she scowled deeply, taking the news rather harshly. She grabbed Cassie's arm, "He didn't try anything else, did he?"

Shaking her head, Cassie smiled, a bit bemused by her reaction, "No, no, he didn't. I just left right after it happened and called you. I didn't really know what to do, to be honest."

Faye let out a small sigh of relief. Before she could stop herself, she pulled Cassie into a tight hug and found her face buried in endless golden locks. Inhaling the scent of what she assumed was either her shampoo or lotion, Faye closed her eyes and held her close.

"I'm glad you're safe."

Cassie's lips turned up into a faint smile and a tear escaped her eye, "I'm glad you're here for me."

They continued to hug in silence before Faye pulled back slightly and looked hesitantly into Cassie's eyes. Their faces were barely a few inches from each other, and for both of them, it felt as though their hearts were going to burst out of their chests at the rate they were hammering away. Faye's eyelids fluttered as she moved in closer, as though they were drawn to each other through some unseen force, and Cassie parted her lips in anticipation. It seemingly felt so natural and easy, and the taller witch closed in. Only a few more inches, that's all it would take.

"Girls, how are you doing in there?"

A knock on the door and Dawn's muffled voice through the door startled both girls apart, their cheeks flush, their heartbeats skyrocketing through the roof. They separated to a normal distance apart but refused to make eye contact.

"We're fine mom!" Faye shouted, slightly annoyed and a bit flustered.

"Well okay, but if Cassie wants to stay the night, she's more than welcome to," Mrs. Chamberalin responded back.

"Ughh, okay whatever, thanks," responded Faye, now clearly aggravated.

After they heard her mom's footsteps lead away, both girls were left in awkward silence on the bed. They were both well aware of what had almost happened, and they didn't know what to say. Faye mustered up enough courage and snuck a peak at Cassie, who in turn tilted her head to face her as well. They held eye contact for a few quick moments before Cassie blinked rapidly and got up off the bed.

"Thanks, Faye… for uh… being there for me," Cassie whispered nervously, "I do really appreciate it."

The brown-haired witch nodded and cast her gaze downward and sighed, "Yeah, anytime."

"I think I'll be going home now though, or else my grandma will worry about me," Cassie said as she made her way to the door.

She placed her hand on the knob and opened the door, but she paused in place. Cassie wasn't budging, and Faye was wondering why she hadn't left already. It was as if the blonde was thinking deeply, as the room was dead quiet. After a few more moments, Cassie began to stutter,

"I…I do remember what happened that night."

Faye's brows furrowed. What was she talking about? What night? Cassie continued on.

"I remember it all… but… but I don't want to talk about it," the blonde cast a brief glance at Faye, her blue eyes were now tearing up and were shimmering with each blink, "at least not right now."

And with that, she left the room. Faye didn't even get a chance to respond, but she had no idea what she was talking about. What night was she talking about?

And then it hit her; it had to have been the night they drank.

Shit.