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Author's note I am SO sorry for the delay. Basically college is leaving me no time to update and I also have no free lessons as I've had a tonne of Law work to do

So, here you go and I hope that it is okay xx

Magic's Touch

Both were stood, eying one another from opposite sides of the room. Eyes shooting like daggers. Jenny's emotions were managing to miraculously stay locked tightly in their jar. But for just how long was the question. Her mother looked as though she wasn't bothered. But it wasn't the first time her mother had faces an ultimatum where she would possibly have to kill her own daughter. But Jenny had never once wanted to kill her mother. That was not something that the woman wanted. But now, it was in the safety of other – she just wished that someone else was powerful enough.

Then it began, a round ball of fire being thrown at Jenny, but she just twitched her finger and hit it with ice, causing a ball of smoke to form in the air above them. Her mother picked up a cabinet from the floor, using both hand and threw it at Jenny, but she just used her work skills this time and dodged it gracefully.

After dodging another dozen fireballs Jenny finally managed to get her heart far enough away from her head to retaliate. She pushed her mother back against the wall with so much force, both of her hand outstretched before she let go and watched her mother's form fall to the ground. She'd spent so many years running, hiding, trying to be someone who didn't have a dark past. Desperately trying to pretend like her mother meant nothing to her. But now, having to hurt her, it was like none of the battles they'd had in the past even mattered.

She was doing something that was like her mother. Back hurting people for the cause of magic, the thing that had turned her heart black. And she knew how much of a disease black magic was. Like a drug, slowly claiming every part of you. Wanting to use more and more, as it gave you a high.

And now she was using it.

Like an addict using again, or an alcoholic drinking.

What was going to happen?

Jenny was caught up in her thoughts that she missed the next fire ball until she felt the sting of pain as it hit her neck, instantly burning her. The pain awakening her senses. She knew she could take away the sting, it wasn't hard. But it had woken her up. Made her realise this wasn't a game, this was life or death, kill or be killed. So she took her turn and hit her mother with a ball of ice. But instead it ended up being used to extinguish another fire ball. One that was burning the ceiling.

Jenny looked up at the hole, and saw that the wooden beams of the ceiling were exposed; she could see the ceiling gradually bowing under the weight. The younger red head was all set to move her mother when she went flying backwards as he mother used the wind to push her away. And before her eyes, Jenny had to watch as the upstairs fell on her mother.

As the beams began to break under the weight. As the floorboards snapped, and as it all fell. The bed, the wardrobe, all on top of her mother's slumped figure. The darkest of dark women. The one who had been magic crazed and power obsessed was now buried under her own belongings. It all went silent in Jenny's ear, still. Her screaming voice was barely a whisper to her, as she half ran half crawled over. Using her bare hands to pull away the broken belongings until she saw her mother, her chest slowly moving. Jenny pulled away everything, and then she saw it. The half broken beam wedged into her mother's abdomen, blood around the wound seeping into the dark black of the material. Jenny placed her hand over the wound, using her magic to numb the pain.

Her mother may be the root of all her problems, she may be the reason so many things went wrong and so many were hurt. But the woman lying in front of her, slowly dying was her mother, the woman who had given birth to her. And Jenny would be lying it she still didn't love her with some part of her heart. After all the pain she had caused, in the end she'd finally used her magic for good, to sacrifice her own life for her daughters.

"You always were too good." He mother said, in-between deep and ragged breaths. "Your heart0"

"It's black." Jenny interrupted, as tears filled her eyes, trying to keep them away whilst taking away the pain. But it had to go somewhere, it couldn't just disappear. So Jenny's burn was agony, the pain of her own mixed with her mothers.

"Not at the core." But her mother was getting weaker. Her eyes slowly closing. "Stop." Was all she said, and jenny moved her hand, closing her eyes, as the loss of pain relieved her.

"Why couldn't you just be like any other mother? Why did we have to spend so long fighting?!"

"It's not a pleasure. Pain." Because magic may seem like it was the perfect tool. But it never was especially dark magic. The addiction was too strong to break easily. It made people power hungry.

"I'm sorry mum, for everything." But the silver haired woman was getting weaker.

"Take it." She raspily managed to say, and the red head knew it was time. Across the room where some furniture had landed she saw her father's old dagger. A metal knife, with a wooden handle and cover. She walked over and picked it up with shaking hands. When she looked at her slowly dying mother, and felt like a part of her heart had broken.

Her heals clip-clopped over the floor, like an empty ghost. Her eyes staring at the blood covered dress. The white hair that still looked glamorous but her face was thin, and her irises were no longer sparkling. Crouching down she moved a stray piece of her mother's hair and kissed her finger before placing them on the cooling forehead. "Now." Was all her mother said. So shaking, Jenny removed the knife and held the tip over her mother's mouth.

When her final breath fell, the tip momentarily glowed, before dying down. She replaced the knife before letting out a choked sob as she hit reality. Outside she heard cars pulling up, people talking. Her pale hands closed her mother's eyes fully before saying a final word. "Say hi to dad for me." And with that the red head stood up, and walked out of the townhouse. Gibbs came running towards her but she looked away, instead to Martin, who was looking at her with dulled eyes.

"It's done." Was all she said, before turning away.

"Jen, let's get you to a hospital." Gibbs said, noticing her burnt neck and multiple wounds. But she just turned and walked away, down the street still holding the knife – yet not touching the magic infused silver.

Martin placed a hand on the Marine's shoulder and gave him a look which told him to leave it. And with that he watched as the witch walked down the street. Hands shaking, heart breaking and tears falling slowly down her cheeks.

Jennifer Shepard had just watched her last remaining blood family member die before her eyes.

And it was something she would never manage to forget.

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