"Roxy? Are you there?" Charlie was starting to get a little anxious about not hearing anything from Roxy. It wasn't often she'd pick up the phone and not say a word. In fact, the last time she could remember that happening, Roxy had…

"Roxy? ….. ROXY!"

Luckily, Loki was wandering past to check on Roxy before her date. When he saw her phone on the ground, he picked it up and answered it. "Charlie?"

"…. Loki? I didn't know you knew how to operate a phone."

"There are many hurtful stereotypes about us pagan gods. What's going on?"

"I was hoping you could tell me. I called to tell Rox about a demon in your area, but she never said anything. Is everything okay?"

"I mean, I found her phone on the ground just now, so I would hope so."

A demon wasn't the best news in the world, especially when Roxy was still learning who she was as a hunter. She walked a fine line between hunter and witch right now, and Loki was sure there was something else about her he couldn't quite put his finger on. Something familiar.

"Tell ya what, Charles. I'll look for her. Hopefully I find her before the demon does." He could hear Charlie about to object, but hung up on her and tucked the phone in his pocket.

Now, if only he could figure out which direction she went.

Lights danced like paper lanterns on a string in the wind. As Roxy approached each one, they let out a soft, delighted gasp and vanished one at a time. It encouraged her to keep following them. She moved as if she was on roller skates, but her mind was completely lucid.

She knew the lights weren't common in America outside Louisiana, but there had to be a reason they were there. Her curiosity was getting the better of her, of course, as it usually did.

They could have been a mirage, but they weren't in the desert. Or they could have been bursts of methane, but they weren't in a swamp. They could have been fairies, but fairies didn't often glow blue like these lights did.

No, they could only have been Ignus Fatuus: the will' o' the wisps. But what had she read about them?

They were known to cluster around the site were tragedy was about to strike. These wisps were in a line, though, so that wasn't extremely likely in this case. Not unlikely either, but it wasn't her first concern. They could also have been the spirits of lost souls, doomed to wander the Earth forever. It could have also been the original William, for whom the wisps were named.

She tried to figure out what they meant, and all she could figure was that they were there to lead her to change her fate. Whether it was for better or worse couldn't be determined, but the only way to find out was to follow the wisps.

So, follow them she did.

Through the trees, the lights disappeared one by one until Roxy was sure there could be no more wisps. The wisps kept appearing, though, and stretched on through the woods. Twigs snapped, leaves rustled, crickets chirped. Only now did Roxy realize the sun had gone down. The fireflies danced and weaved between the wisps, and it only enchanted her all the more.

Her curiosity grew with every step. Maybe this was a trail to the shifter. If the wisps were there to lead her to change her fate, maybe this was the break she had been waiting for all these years.

What they did eventually lead her to, however, was an abandoned warehouse.

Alright, not quite the sparkling glen she had been expecting to find, but then again she wasn't quite sure what she expected to find.

Inching closer to the building, she could start hearing voices.

"Alright, you're gonna start telling us what we want to hear, or I'm gonna start removing body parts," one voice said.

"And I've told you, I'm not interested in talking to you." Oh shit, it was Gavin's voice. "If you're interested in educating yourself, might I suggest some online classes? I hear community colleges have very low standards in terms of admissions."

There was a sound of a fist colliding with someone's face, and it didn't take a genius to figure out who had punched who.

"Cute. Really. I wonder if Clarissa over there could do any better." Whatever was going on, Gavin seemed very confident in his ability to outsmart these two thugs.

Roxy couldn't get to a window to see exactly what was going on, but she knew she hated it. The more she heard of the voices, the less she liked it, and the angrier she got. How dare they hit him? Didn't they know he'd have protection? More than that, a hunter protecting him? Well, of course they wouldn't. But they were going to find out.

She snuck around the building to find a way in, and found one in an old loading dock. She tried to lift the door, but it was jammed shut. Then, she remembered what Loki said about magic. It was all based on intent. She stood back and held her hand up, focusing all her energy into lifting the door open. After a brief moment, it rolled up as though it was never jammed.

What she saw made her blood boil.

Gavin was tied to a chair, bleeding from the lip, a black eye starting to blossom just under the skin. She couldn't tell, but it appeared he was bleeding from his chest, too.

Her eyes flared. No sooner did it sink in that this was what Gavin called "messy" than she unconsciously set the debris around her ablaze. In fact, she was so furious, she didn't even notice that the flames had engulfed her.

She stepped through the door, fire quickly spreading all around her. With every step, a wave of flames spread in her wake. The inferno was so intense that the warehouse was almost entirely engulfed by the time she had closed the distance between Gavin and the two men by half.

Gavin looked blearily at her but soon lost consciousness. The two men stared in horror at the fiery red head coming for them. They withdrew guns and shot at her, but Roxy felt nothing. She flicked her wrist and the two men went flying into the wall behind them.

Roxy turned her attention to Gavin, his bonds disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The men rushed her, but she managed to duck out of the way, grabbing one of them by the collar and slamming him down on the ground. There was a cracking sound, and the one on the ground stopped moving altogether.

The second man, horrified at the death of his friend, practically roared and lunged at her, swinging his knife wildly at her. Roxy, however, was too fast for him. She ducked and weaved out of the way, trying to focus on what his next move would be.

"What the hell are you?" he asked. It was the man that had done all the talking, and presumably the one who did the torturing.

This enraged Roxy further. She growled and grabbed the man's knife hand. She didn't even notice he had said "what" instead of "who." In the state she was in, she didn't notice a lot of things. All she knew was she wanted this guy to pay for what he did to Gavin.

They grappled with each other as Roxy tried to force the knife back to the man's neck. He seemed shocked that this smaller woman had so much strength, and he was right to be shocked. Roxy herself didn't even know what she was capable of.

And, as it turned out, neither did Loki.

Loki followed the smoke from the fire and had found the warehouse ablaze. His first thought was that it was a pair of teenagers looking to start a career in arson, but then he detected the faint residual traces of magic. Since he was sure there were no other witches in the area, it had to be Roxy. The scope of the fire, however, was completely unexpected from someone who had only just today discovered they could light a candle without a match.

Roxy, still grappling with the thug, finally swept her leg under his ankles and shoved him to the ground. He cried out and let go of the knife, giving Roxy a chance to recover it. In a single motion, she flipped the knife in the air, caught it in her other hand, spun it in her grip, and plunged it into the man's neck.

When she didn't stop stabbing him, Loki ran up to her and pulled her off of him. "Rox! I think he's dead!"

It was just enough to bring her out of the trance she was in. It sunk in that she killed two people. People, not monsters. She started shaking, until her eyes fell back on Gavin. The poor man had passed out at some point, and was just a sitting duck inhaling smoke.

Roxy looked at Loki desperately. "Can you help me move him?"

"I'll do you one better," he replied, grabbing a hold of her hand, then putting a hand on Gavin's shoulder. In a flash, they were gone, leaving the warehouse to burn. They reappeared at the motel room, and Loki helped Roxy lay Gavin down on the bed.

"How did you do that?" he asked her. For a brand new witch, she showed a remarkable talent for absolute destruction. He'd taught witches before, and no one had ever managed to go from lighting a candle to causing an entire warehouse fire in one night.

"I don't know." That was the truth. She had no earthly idea. "All I know is I saw those guys torturing Gavin and I completely lost it." It was beginning to sink in what she'd done, and she looked at Loki helplessly. "I just killed two people, and I don't feel any different."

It was beginning to be clear what Roxy had the potential to be, though Loki had a hard time believing it. "Maybe it's because they deserved it."

That didn't mean a thing to Roxy. She just took it at face value and shrugged. "Maybe you're right. They were willing to do that to another living person, and for what?" Holy shit. "…. Am I a hypocrite?"

"No. Trust me. You're not. You're …" He trailed off, unable to think of a single way to finish that sentence that would make her feel better. "… You're doing your best. That's all anyone can ask for."

Roxy did feel a little better, hearing that. "Thanks." She quietly went to her car to grab a spell book, but when she looked in her reflection, she finally saw what became of her hair. Her hair had burnt on one side and in the back. She swore under her breath and grabbed some scissors and her clippers before heading back inside. She walked right past Loki and to the bathroom mirror.

Twenty minutes and a sink full of hair later, Roxy emerged with an angled bob and an undercut. By this time, Gavin was starting to show signs of consciousness, though he wasn't completely awake yet. Roxy quickly worked a spell to heal his more major wounds, and loosened his tie to help him breathe.

Loki had disappeared to … somewhere. She didn't worry about it quite yet. She had more important matters to focus on. Sitting on the bed next to were Gavin lay, she quietly pet his hair. It was more for herself, really. She needed to calm down before he woke up, which wasn't going to be long now.

After a few minutes, he did eventually stir. When he opened his eyes and saw Roxy, he quickly tried to sit up, but she wouldn't let him. "Hey, don't move too much," she said, offering a small smile.

"What happened?" he asked, looking around the motel room.

"You cancelled our date and I got worried," she lied. No one wanted to hear that they were only found in a dire situation because of some supernatural glowing lights. "You're safe now. That's what matters."

Gavin gave her an incredulous look before apparently deciding she was right. He leaned in and kissed her gently, smirking that smirk that made her heart flutter.

She kissed him back and smiled.

Then, Gavin noticed a tattoo he hadn't seen before. The anti-possession star, just under her hairline. For a moment, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

And Loki couldn't take his eyes off the smoldering ceiling of the warehouse. Why didn't he see this before? Why didn't Roxy see it?

But she didn't notice it.

The charred remains of a devil's trap loomed.