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Jane

I woke up with my head throbbing. What happened? I was still in my clothes, and was on top of the covers on my bed. How did I get here again? I rubbed my head, and looked up at my desk. The time read eleven-thirty. My backpack was unopened, by my bed. The last thing I remembered was writing my list of things I that I knew was happening, and Maddie coming in.

Wait. I spring from my bed and went to my desk. My notes were missing. All of them. I had at least seven pages worth. Where would they have gone to? The only other person here was Maddie…

I don't remember her leaving. I only remembered her talking to me… and knowing something. But she wouldn't talk, unless I told her what I knew. The next thing I knew, she had grabbed my arm and I had blacked out. I couldn't remember what she did to me, and there was something else I couldn't recall. What was it?

I walked out of my room and right into my dearest sister's room. Maddie was asleep in her bed, clutching her stuffed night owl to her chest. She was in pajamas, and a pair of combat boots. That was strange, though. She must have been doing that for months, if she still does it now. Madeline has done some pretty weird things in her life, so it isn't that weird.

I took a look around her room to see if she had my notes anywhere; in the trash bin; in her sock drawer; on her bookshelf. I came up with nothing. I checked under her pillow, and all I found was three books. It was too dark to read what they said, so I guessed that they were just books she needed to read for school. Soemthing felt off about her room. I didn't know what, though. I stroked her hair and left her room.

I was worried that Ethan had taken my notes or something, but the last thing I wanted to do was trespass in my brother's room after dark. I was scary enough during the day. I fell asleep almost immsediatly when I fell on my bed. I needed to talk to Mrs. Weir tomorrow.

Madeline

I hate dreams. They can tell the truth and lies. Most are nightmares for me, and I know the outcomes can change. Being the Avarice now explains all the dreams I have had since I was littler. Psychic powers suck.

I had been sucked into a vision when I was in the car with Evan, on the way to the airport. Richard was running beside the car, watching for anyone who may attack us. I floating over the movie theater in Whitechapel.

I saw the entire clan of vampires at the premiere. They were stationed around the entire building. One was checking the tickets to make sure that they weren't forged. Anyone without a valid ticket, would be dragged off by someone and either be killed or interrogated until the mess was over. Then, there was Jesse standing on a stage with Ethan, Eva, Erica, Rory, and Stephen. They announced the start of the movie.

The scene changed to Jane, Benny, and Sarah. They were all armed with holy water guns and strapped on their backs, and in ankle sheathes. Benny went to the fire extinguisher system, and poured a bucket of holy water in it. Sarah went and hid in the curtains.

Jane went up right as the contest winner was announced and took out a Nerf gun filled with stakes and shot at one of the vamps on the end. It was on target, and the girl screamed as she was killed. Jane said something nasty, and they went after her.

I watched the battle in awe. It was terrifying, but brilliant at the same time. I was shocked at how quickly the battle escalated. My sister and her friends ran out the door, towards my house.

There was laughing, and screaming. Everything faded.

"Maddie, wake up. We have to leave."

"Ethan?" I asked groggily, and rubbed my eyes.

"Yes, kid," he said gently. "We've got to go."

"Just one second. I need to change my shirt."

"Fine, Mad. I'll be downstairs." I trudged out of bed, and grabbed a shirt from my drawer and slid it on. I grabbed my spell book of my shelf. I found the spell that I had used every day since I found out that I was the Avarice. I saw images from my dream in the great ball of light that went into a vial. I slipped into my backpack along with my other spell books. They didn't know that I kept my dreams. It wasn't necessary. If it was really bad, I would show it to them.

"You ready kid?" Ethan asked.

"Yep!"

"Hang on tight." He took with me into the darkness of early morning.

Jane

"I don't know why, but it feels as if I can't remember something, but I don't know what?" I said to Mrs. Weir. Benny and I went to his house after school today. I had told him about last night, and I wanted to talk to his grandma to see if she knew anything.

"When did you first notice that you were having trouble remembering things?" Mrs. Weir asked. She was a nurse at the supernatural hospital before she retired to take care of Benny.

"This morning."

"When you woke up or later?"

"When I woke up. I don't know why, though. I've never had amnesia like this before. The only time was when I fell off my bike when I was six."

"Unnecessary information, but thanks anyways. Who had you talked to before you realized that you couldn't remember this event?"

"Um. Benny, Sarah, and Maddie…" I trailed off. "My notes that I had been taking on what I had figured out in the past few days were gone also. The last thing I remember is talking to her and her eyes glazing over."

"Strange. Is Madeline a seer?"

"I don't believe so. But I don't know what to believe anymore."

"It is possible that you came in contact with a very powerful seer that went into your mind and destroyed the memory, but you said that the only person you had come into contact was Maddie. Even if she was a seer, there is no way that she could be that powerful. Not yet, anyways. The only way that she could be is if she were the… no that's silly. She couldn't be. Too young."

"To be what, exactly?" I asked.

"Forget I mentioned it. It won't make a difference, if my highly impossible thoughts are right, then we are already too late to save her."

"Mrs. Weir? Why would it be too late? What is wrong?"

"Go get Benny. I need to tell you something important. It can't wait any longer than this."

"Okay, then." I ran to Benny's room. "Your grandma needs you." He groaned and jumped off of his bed.

"What is it this time? I did all of my homework already, Grandma!" He said as we entered her study.

"For once, it isn't because of school. I've been keeping things from you, and it is time that you should know something's. About yourselves, your parents, and the greatest threat to the world as we know it."

"What do you mean, Grandma?" Benny asked.

"Jane, you know that you are a seer, correct?"

"'Course. Though it just happened. I know, though."

"Benny, I have put this off too long to keep you safe, I should have told you sooner. You are a spell master. I know that you didn't want anything to do with this world, but fate never was kind to you?"

"Spell master. What's that, exactly?" He questioned.

"You are a type of wizard, Benny. Does that make any sense to you?"

"Oh, yeah. Okay." The initial shock my friend had was wearing off.

"You know, your parents, Jane, were once some of the most powerful seers ever to walk the planet. The only two that might be more powerful are Ethan and Evangeline."

"My parents were seers?" I asked. "Why haven't they acted all mysterious and strange like Ethan?"

"There was an accident before you were born, a year to exact. They lost all their powers to it, and memory of being a seer. The accident, was, well. I can't even bare to think it. It was horrible."

"And my parents?" Benny asked.

"Your father was never a part of the supernatural world. He was intrigued with science and met your mother in college. They had you about a year after they were married. There was an explosion were they worked when you were two, and they didn't survive. I didn't want to tell you until you were ready, Benny."

Benny just stared. I remember him always saying that he didn't remember his parents, just that he doesn't remember them.

"I'm sorry, Benny," Mrs. Weir said solemnly. "I have a gift for you, Benny. It was your grandfather's." She took out an old leather bound book and handed it to him.

"What is it?" He asked.

"A spell book, of course! You are going to need it."

"Thanks, Grandma."

"No problem. Now, there is something that both of you have to know about the future."

"Isn't know the future dangerous?" Benny asked. "I mean, I don't wasn't me trying to change the future destroying the universe as we know it."

"It's about something that has been a prophecy for years. Today it is known as the Avarice."

Recognition clicked in my mind, but I couldn't place it what it was. "The Avarice?" I asked. "What is that?"

"It is told that she is a person with the powers of a seer, and of a black magic spell caster. But from visions of the seers, it isn't like that. She is supposed to raw power. Uncontrollable and supposedly can make any supernatural being bent at her will. It has been prophesized for a few thousand years. No one knew when she coming. It was a myth or legend."

"What do you mean? You sound worried."

"No one knew when this being, a young woman, would be discovered or created. She was born with the power, and no one can stop her. Very few of the supernatural world hoped that she would never be discovered. She is the savior of the supernatural world. She is supposed to bring us out of hiding."

"Then what is wrong, Grandma?"

"Jesse Black found her. I hoped that the day would never come, but he did. He won't tell me who she is, just that we have seven years. I want to be able to stop the Avarice, but I am growing old and can't do much anymore."

"What are you saying?" Benny asked. Mrs. Weir's expression turned dark, and sad all a while.

"You need to stop the Avarice, no matter what it takes. Please. If she succeeds, it could destroy the world."

One week later… Wednesday

Madeline

I woke up screaming in a cold sweat. Nightmares are terrifying, especially when you know that it has already happened. My dream had started out with in the country, Evan was in the fields with me and we were shooting off fireworks in the darkness.

All of my nightmares start out that way. Sweet and happy, something that when you look back on it, will scare you for even imagining it before you were frightened past your wits.

I was shaking; Ethan, Jane, and my mom all raced into my room. Ethan was there first, and when I looked at him, he realized that it was something that Mom and Jane couldn't know.

"Maddie, what's wrong?" Mom asked in a voice that was soothing and gentle.

"Are you hurt?" Jane asked.

"No, nightmare. I'll be fine, go back to bed," I managed to gasp out. I was trying to hold my tears back.

"If you say so, Maddie. You know where to find me if you need me." Mom left the room, and told Jane to go back to bed. She barely looked at Ethan.

"What was it?" Ethan demanded. I looked at him, and burst into tears.

"Evelyn Weir told Jane and Benny about our parents, and about the Avarice. She told them that they had to fight stop at nothing to stop me. She lied to Jane about our parents, about how they lost their powers and memories. She said it was an ACCIDENT!" I yelled. "Nightmares suck."

"Mom and Dad knew the consequences of the life they were leading. They would be really proud of you if they knew that their daughter was the Avarice."

"Ethan, you don't get it. Mom and Dad don't remember anything so they think that you are insane, and that I will follow in your footsteps, they don't know what is going on. They know nothing."

"Deep down, they know everything that is going on, but they think it's their imagination gone wild. I have a plan to get them back to their normal badass seers' selves again." He smirked. "You got to trust me, Maddie. Everything will work out."

"You think?" I asked. He wiped tears off of my cheeks.

"I know, I have seen the future." He grinned and I punched him in the shoulder. "Go change your shirt. I'll take you for doughnuts for breakfast."

"It's four in the morning."

"I know. There is a twenty-four hour doughnut shop right on the outskirts of town."

"Cool." I raced around my room to get a shirt. I through it on. "Wait, I need to save my nightmare."

"Why would you do that?" Ethan asked.

"Are you kidding me? I do it every day." I grabbed my dream vial out of my pocket and focused my energy and nightmare and forced it into the bottle.

"Another month and you will overpower me, little one."

"You still call me that?" I asked him. He shrugged.

"Why not? Let's go."

I had an amazing morning with my brother. I knew all throughout it that it would be the last one for a while. Things were taking a turn for the worst. I could feel it in my gut. My nightmare sparked it in me that I wasn't going to get much rest for a long while.

Hi! Short chapter, yes. Worth the wait? You decide. I had fun writing the sibling fluff and the memory loss, and well everything. Sorry it wasn't up sooner. I had a busy week. Please review! It will make me happy!-Del