Alright, so here's the dealio (Ew. How lame). This chapter was soooo long that by the time I was done it was almost 12,000 words. Yikes. Therefore, I made it into two different chapters. So, I suppose you get one extra chapter. Yippee for you. lol.

Now, the most relevant stuff is in the second part of the chapter (or should I say the chapter after this) but this one sheds enough light on some things, I suppose. So, yeah...I hope you enjoy part one of what was supposed to be the same chapter. lol (was that confusing enough?)

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Hitchhiker's Guide to Time Travel

She stared up at the dark ceiling, her fingers lightly touching the necklace that hung from her neck. Her parents had gone to sleep so it was completely quiet. Well, except for her loud thoughts. They never seemed to shut up.

Jazmine was surrounded by everything from old pages that her mother had found in the attic to the diary, to an old book that her grandmother had given her when she was younger. She yawned, closing her eyes. She'd get back to reading in a moment, when her mind wasn't so jumbled from all the words and images that were racing through it. She just needed to rest her eyes…

It was the cool air that made her open her eyes.

She was outside. It was sunny, the sky a bright, promising blue. She was standing in the center of an old dirt road with buildings on either side of them, made of older looking cobblestone. She was in an obviously heavily populated placed…only no one else was outside. She took a step forward, making a face.

She had no idea how she'd gotten from her bed to some random place, but if she had known she'd be going somewhere she would have at least put on a bra.

"Hello?" She called, her voice echoing hollowly. She crossed her arms over her chest, hugging herself and taking another step forward. She was still in her pink pajama bottom along with her long sleeved black shirt, and she wasn't wearing any shoes. Why the heck would she go out and not put shoes on? She had to be dreaming. That was the only explanation. "Hello?" She tried again, feeling slightly panicked. Where was everyone?! She heard a chuckle behind her and whirled around.

There was a man standing there, his hands in the pockets of his trousers and a smirk on his face. He was tall and was wearing a hat, the brim of which came down far enough to almost cover his wine colored eyes. Jazmine's eyes narrowed as she studied him. He looked a lot like Huey…

"Who are you and where are we?" She asked. He smiled.

"You know who I am."

She blinked, giving him a look of her own, wracking her brain. It finally clicked. "You're Matthew. You're Matthew Freeman."

He chuckled. "I thought you would catch on quickly enough."

Jazmine nodded. "Well, as nice as it is to meet you…where are we? Am I…dreaming all of this?"

Matthew shook his head. "No. You are not."

Jazmine's brow knit in confusion. He offered her another gentle smile, turning on his heel and starting down the empty street.

"Follow me."

She gave his back a reluctant stare, but when she saw he was still walking and realized how little she wanted to be alone again she ran after him, catching up and falling in step. She glanced up at his face as he stared straight ahead with the same calm expression on his face.

"If I'm not dreaming, then where am I?" Jazmine asked softly. He sighed.

"You are, technically speaking, still sleeping in your bed. However, the rest of you, your…soul, if you will, is on what is known as an astral plane." He caught Jazmine's wide eyed stare and snorted. "The only people who can walk such a place are those who are either dead, en route between life and death, or guardians. Sometimes, there are special circumstances."

Jazmine bit her lip. "Which was…?"

He stopped, turning towards her. "I brought you here."

Jazmine ceased her walking as well, staring up at him. "Why?"

Matthew massaged his temples with his hand. "I am going to try to explain this as best as I can. You see, I am not familiar with magic and mystical powers of that sort. I just had to warn you. I had to let you know what you are getting into."

She didn't say anything; she merely stared up at him with big, green eyes. He gave her a look before shaking his head in disbelief.

"You are but a child."

Her eyebrows drew together all over again. "Excuse me?" Her nose wrinkled. "You brought me up here to say that?"

"No. I am sorry." He shook his head. "It is just, I was informed that you are the seventh generation of the James' witches-"

"I'm not a witch-"

"-and that you are the most powerful." He gestured to her. "But you are so young."

"Age doesn't matter," She said, glaring at him. His eyes softened. He seemed to be thinking about something.

"You are right." He closed his eyes. "It does not."

Before she could say anything else he went on.

"I cannot tell you everything," He said in a serious voice. "It would be breaking rules. I will tell you what I can." He frowned. "One of those things I can say is that you must be careful when handling this spirit."

"Spirit?"

"The one that you plan to destroy." She blinked, recognition dawning in her expression. "He does not care who gets in his way. He only cares about completing what he set out to do."

Jazmine swallowed. "Which is…"

"That," He said. "Is something I cannot tell you."

She nodded, rubbing her arm and looking away. She had to scrunch her eyes as she looked back up at him, the bright sunlight causing a glare.

"You have all that you need on earth," He continued, resuming his walking. She followed him. "Every answer that you need is in your reach. You just have to read it. You have to find it for yourself." He paused. "I have talked to your grandmother before, you know. She has told me about you." He gave Jazmine a sideways glance. "She has said that you are good at what you do, but you are becoming more like your great-grandmother every day. She has expressed her concern about you following in her path."

"Is that all you guys can do?" Jazmine asked, rolling her eyes. "Talk about me on some ghost plane?"

"Well, we certainly cannot go out to eat, now can we?" He asked. When she glanced at him, however, she saw that he was smirking. She shook her head.

"If you died, and you passed on…" She put a hand on her hip. "Then how can you come back?"

He stroked his chin with his hand. "Well," He remarked thoughtfully. "I do not know the exact mechanics behind it. Your great-grandmother once told me that in the case of reincarnations, they can pass through the barrier whenever needed. For instance, after you die, unless your soul is reincarnated then Anya will not be able to come back, nor will you. When my reincarnation dies, the same will apply to me as well."

Jazmine tipped her head to the side, examining him. "Who's your reincarnation?" She asked curiously. He snorted.

"Deep down, I am sure you already know the answer to this as well."

Jazmine didn't say anything. He looked at her.

"I do not know you," He said carefully, making her glance back up to him. "I do know that you resemble Anya a lot. There are various differences of course…but your grandmother is right. You are walking the same tightrope that she did. There are quite a few people who are not happy about it. And if you do not tread carefully then you could possibly lose everything."

"Such words of encouragement." She sighed. "Thank you."

Matthew gave her a stern look. "I did not say that I agreed with them."

She blinked.

"Anya used to say how people like herself, people like…you, were supposed to be alone." He chuckled, as if it were funny. "I did not believe she was correct. I still do not." He smiled towards her. "I hope I do not get in trouble for saying that. I cannot help if it is how I feel on the matter, however." After a few moments of silence, he cleared his throat.

"Reincarnations are typically born into different situations than their predecessors," He said quietly. Jazmine didn't look at him. "They're born into a different lifestyle, a different race, different countries. There are various factors that decide who is reborn and to who they are reborn. Not everyone is a reincarnation. The odds of you and my great-great grandson even crossing the same path at the same time, living in the same lifetime…it is a rare thing. It makes me wonder."

Jazmine swallowed, not liking the direction of this conversation. "Makes you wonder…?"

"It makes me wonder," He continued, shaking his head. "If history is-"

"Don't say it." Jazmine held up her hand. "Don't say history is repeating itself."

"I was not going to." His eyes locked with hers. "I was going to say that history was correcting itself."

She shut her mouth.

"Maybe I am biased, or selfish, or a little bit of both," He went on casually, folding his arms over his chest. "Maybe the thought of two reincarnations who didn't work out in a past life working out in another life is just something that brings me peace."

"It doesn't give it to me." He looked at Jazmine. She snorted. "It's as if you're saying that since I'm some reborn soul that my path's already been picked out for me. Or that I don't have control over whatever I want to choose for my life."

"That is not true. Everyone has choices." He shrugged. "Anya and I had choices, and we made the wrong ones. It does not mean that you will do the same."

"How do I make the right choices," Jazmine asked quietly. "When I don't even know what they are?"

He crouched down in front of her, picking a small, purple flower and handing it to her. She twirled it around between her fingers, blinking at him.

"You cannot focus so much on what you know," He said. "You have to evaluate your feelings."

"Yeah, right."

"Yes. It is right." He glared at her. "That is where your great-grandmother made her mistake. She convinced herself that she needed no one else when in truth it was what she needed more than anything."

Jazmine gave him a look, shaking her head in disbelief. She snorted more to herself than anyone else.

"So, it's true then." She looked up. "Huey's your reincarnation."

He nodded. Jazmine let out a low whistle.

"How often does stuff like this happen?"

He looked puzzled.

"How often do two reincarnations who knew each other in the past cross paths again?"

Matthew shrugged. "Never." She shifted uncomfortably. "That is why I said maybe history is correcting itself. It is a rare, rare thing. But it is not impossible."

"So, what?" Jazmine's nose wrinkled. "I'm only attracted to him because my past life and his past life were in love? That's stupid-"

"No, that is not why." Matthew shook his head. "You are attracted to him because you love him. That is all that matters."

"I don't…" Jazmine shut her mouth, exhaling through her nose. Matthew surveyed her with another look.

"My final piece of advice," He said quietly. "Is that you think long and hard before making the next choices that you are going to have to make. For everything that you do, there is a consequence." He sighed. "There is always a consequence…"

Everything was fading again, the sunlight dimming and the rest of her vision fading. Matthew turned on his heel, walking away from her. She tried to reach out a hand towards him, but then it was completely dark, and she was falling…

Jazmine bolted up, her eyes wide. She glanced around her room. Everything was completely normal. She let her hands rise up to her chest, feeling her warm flesh underneath her and becoming more aware of the air that was entering and leaving her lungs.

Had she been dreaming? She shook her head, scratching her head with her right hand. She realized she was holding something and looked to her hand.

There was a flower with purple petals clenched in her fist. Her eyes widened.

She had no idea what was going on. But she knew she'd have to find out. And quick.

---

"Alright, son." The principal folded his hands neatly on his desk, giving the younger boy a stern look. "Would you like to explain to me why on earth you thought it would be okay to steal chemical substances from the chemistry lab and pour them in the school meatloaf, causing half the cafeteria to explode?"

"Aiight, aiight." Riley held up his hand, sitting on the opposite side of the desk. "Now, before you go getting all made like a lil' bitch, lemme tell you wha happened." He cleared his throat, sittin up. "Right. So, I was wit my friend-"

"Which friend?"

"Nigga, no snitchin!" Riley yelled, causing his eyebrow to rise. "Anyways, so me and my friends went to tha chemistry lab cuz we had ta get something from tha teacher. So, we go in thur, and we see dis beaker jank with sum clear liquid. So me and mah friends, we like "Oh, shit! Lemme find out dey got sum alcohol in dis bitch!" Cuz we thought it was Vodka, right? So, we tooks it wid us. Den, we thought it'd be funny to find sum mo' so we could spike da cafeteria food and have bitches walkin round drunk and shit. So den-"

"You…should just stop." The principal shook his head, massaging his temples. There was a sudden knock on the door and he sighed, lifting his head. "Come in!"

The door open, exposing a not-so-happy Huey. The principal waved him forward. Riley turned around, spotted him, and made a face.

"Uhhhhhh!" He stuck out his tongue. "What dis nigga doin in hurr?"

"Saving your ass, that's what I'm doing." Huey shook his head, glancing at the principal. He leaned back in his chair, lacing his fingers together.

"I understand you want to help your brother, Mr. Freeman," He said, giving him a stern look. "However, he has gone too far this time. Not only did his foolish antics cause half of the cafeteria to burn down but he could have seriously injured someone. I have no choice but to expel him."

"Oh, you do have a choice," Huey replied evenly, raising his chin. The principal sat up, giving him a look.

"I do, do I?"

"Yes."

"And," He replied, not sounding too convinced. "May I ask how you figure that?"

Huey reached into his pocket, withdrawing a cluster of folded papers. He unfolded them, smoothing out the creases and plopping them down on the desk for the principal, Riley, and himself to see. He pointed to a section.

"One of the most important factors that you seem to have missed with that ignorant mind of yours," Huey pointed out, his eyes narrowing. "Is that instead of abiding to the safety codes and regulations that the school district, as well as the state, set up, they were ignored. Had the teacher not left the substance in question in plain view, instead putting it back into its correct container and putting it away which is supposed to be done at the end of class, then Riley would have been fully responsible since he'd have to go looking for it." The principal's eyes widened. Huey's finger moved to another section of the long paragraph, its print tiny. "So, let's say you decide to expel Riley. That's fine." He shrugged. "I'll just have to go to the proper authorities, say, the superintendant of schools, and mention how one of your accredited teachers didn't obey the rules that are set up, his mistake leaving us all in danger. Not only will the teacher get suspended, but they'll have to-" He paused to flip a few pages, not even paying attention to the principal's horrified face and Riley's own excited one. "-do an investigation on the claim. Which, by the way, will be money that comes out of your budget."

The principal swallowed, tugging at his collar. Huey cut his eyes towards him.

"Don't think they won't find proof of the chemistry teacher's negligence, either." He snapped the pages closed with one swift movement of his hand. "There's cameras in every room. They are always turned on. Always." He pocketed the papers, giving him a look. "Are you okay? You look a bit paler than your usual paleness."

The principal visibly shuddered, sighing loudly and glaring at the elder boy. "Fine, Mr. Freeman. Riley-" He waved his hand towards him. "You're suspended for the rest of the week. Now, get the hell out of my office."

"I'm out, son! Peace nigga!" Riley rose out of his chair, smirking. "Yeah, thought you was gon catch young Reezy. Can't nobody touch dis-"

"Come on," Huey groaned, grabbing his collar and dragging him after him. "Thanks, Mr. Garcia."

The principal shook his head, sighing again. The door shut behind him. Riley cackled as they left the main office and Huey let him go. He grinned towards his older brother.

"Aye- OW!" He rubbed the back of his head from where Huey smacked him. "What tha hell was dat for?"

"You dumbass!" Huey shouted, throwing up his hands. "You almost got expelled! I can't keep saving your ass, Riley!"

"Nigga, whateva." He lifted his backpack on his shoulder, walking away. "I don give a fuck."

"What the hell is your problem?" Huey followed him, glaring. His fists were clenched by his sides. "Have you lost yo goddamn mind? Do you want to flunk out of school? Do you want to amount to nothing?"

"Nigga, get outta mah face wit dat shit!" Riley yelled, spinning around. He glared back at his older brother. "You don know me! You don know nothin!"

"Apparently I do since that's the reason you're not banned from school grounds yet!" He shot back. Riley glared at him. "You think I bail you out of trouble for fun? Like I don't have better, more important things to do with my time?" Riley didn't say anything, he merely folded his arms over his chest, scowling. "Huh?" When he didn't answer him Huey reached out, shaking his shoulders. "Answer me!"

"Nigga, who tha fuck is you touchin?!" Riley wrestled out of his grasp, straightening his clothes. "Shit! Yo ass always actin like you betta den somebody! Like I really gotta answer to you!"

"So, this is how you're always going to be." Huey gestured to him, shaking his head and sighing. "Just fucking up and acting crazy as hell. I thought that maybe when you got to high school you'd get better, but you're just never going to change, are you?" He let his hands drop to his sides, shaking his head. "Man, whatever." He turned on his heel, walking away. He heard Riley slowly follow after him.

"So what, nigga!" Huey stopped, glancing over his shoulder. "You just gon give up? You gon just leave me alone?"

"I don't give a damn what you do, Riley!" Huey snapped towards his younger brother. "If you want to keep acting like you have no future, then-"

"See, dat's why I can' stand bein' round yo punk ass!" Riley yelled, shaking his head and clenching his fists. His haze eyes were narrowed in anger. "You think you so smart cuz your read erry'thang and you graduatin' early an' you get to leave outta hur an shit. Nigga, whateva!" He took a deep breath. He was so angry he was shaking. Huey blinked.

"I don't think that."

Riley shook his head; he obviously wasn't hearing him. "You think you betta den me cuz you got sum book smarts? Cuz you prolly gon get into erry college you apply to? Cause you follow the rules? Nigga, I don' have time for that!" He pounded his fist against his chest. "I ain' smart like you, and I ain' got no patience to try an please some white man like you obviously do-"

"That's not true-"

"And I ain' eva been on no honor roll!" Riley was screaming now. Huey was staring at him in surprise. "An Grandad hate me, nobody else try ta act like dey curr bout a nigga…and when you leavin you dun already said you ain' comin back, so you obviously ain' gon miss nobody! You don curr what happens to a nigga! You just wanna get yours!"

Huey's eyes softened and he gave him a look. "Riley." Unlike his brother, he was calm. "Are you angry that I'm leaving?"

Riley glared at him.

"Riley."

"Nigga, wut."

"Riley-"

"I don' even wanna hear it!" Riley snapped. "Shoot, I already gotta hear grandad whinin' bout how he gon be stuck wit me when you leave, an all mah teachers talk me to death bout how smart you are an how disciplined you is an why can' you act more like yo brother." He sucked his teeth. "I ain' you. I ain' ever gonna be you. I don' even curr dat you leavin. Den maybe I can gets mine! I can gets my shine and do somethin!" He smacked his lips, shaking his head and starting down the hallway. "Fuck dis. I ain' got time ta explain nothin to yo gay ass."

"Riley!" Huey yelled, but he was already storming around the corner. He shook his head, filled with disbelief. Was Riley really upset that he was leaving? Was he really acting the way he was because of him?

"Nah." Huey shook his head, walking down the hallway himself. "He probably just said that shit to try and blame somebody."

Somehow, he didn't think that was true.

---

Jazmine had spread out everything on her floor, the pages all surrounding her. The late afternoon sunlight spilled through her windows. She took a deep breath, placing her hand on one of the pages and squeezing her eyes shut, willing for something to come to her.

She looked out her window, her cheek resting in her hand. He was walking by, just like the first night she'd ever seen him. He looked up, his eyes meeting hers. Unlike the first time, she didn't back down. She stared back just as intently, years seeming to pass by before he was nodding and turning around, continuing down the dark street.

Jazmine blinked, tossing it aside and grabbing another, clenching it in her fist.

"I know what you are."

"You know nothing."

He shook his head, his eyes hard. "You are a witch."

She glared up at him darkly. "I do not enjoy that term. Do not use it towards me."

"Then what are you?"

She narrowed her eyes, her fists clenched. "It is none of your concern."

"It is." His fingers laced with hers. "I do not care what you are. I love you just the same."

Jazmine shook her head, tossing that page aside as well. She grasped another one, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Mommy." The little girl was staring up at the man as well, her green eyes wide. "Who's that man?"

"Freda, go inside." She shook her head, watching her run towards the house before cutting her eyes towards him. She lifted her chin. "How dare you. How dare you even show up here after what you've done?"

"I did not cause his death." He stepped forward as well, his eyes burning into hers. "It was you, and you alone."

"I am not the one who set that fire!" She yelled.

"No. But you are the one who started this entire thing." He shook his head. "You should have left him alone. I warned you that you were no good for him and you did not listen. Now, because of you, he is dead."

She shook her head, her eyes hardening. "You will leave. Right now. Or I will kill you."

His eyes narrowed. "There will be a death today, Ms. James. But it will not be my own."

She lifted her head, pushing it aside. She looked up to see someone standing there, someone who hadn't been there before. Her eyes narrowed.

"Grandma, what?"

Her grammy shook her head, a light smile on her features. "Always such a pleasant attitude when I drop by."

"Sorry." Jazmine tossed another page aside. "I'm kind of busy."

"I see." Her eyes narrowed at all the pages around her. "I am impressed. I could never trigger visions by touching items."

Jazmine didn't answer her, instead she reached for another page.

"Jazmine." She looked up. Her grandmother held out her hand.

"For goodness sakes, that will take all day if you approach it that way." She moved her finger to and fro. "Take my hand."

Jazmine gave her a look but rose to her knees, pushing herself off the ground and walking over to her. She slowly reached out before drawing her hand back.

"What are you going to do?" She asked warily. Her grandmother gave her a stern look.

"I am your grandmother, Jazmine, not some homicidal maniac. Now, trust me."

Jazmine sighed, reaching out again. She let her hand clasp itself in her grandmothers. For a second, nothing happened. Then, she gasped.

She felt as if someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over her and punched her in the stomach at the same time. Her body seemed to be too confining for her heart, like it was about to beat itself out of her chest. After a few seconds the feelings finally faded and she breathed in, opening her eyes. She blinked.

"What the-"

They were in the middle of a crowded street, people pulsing around them. Not just around them…but through them. Jazmine's eyes widened and she glanced around, finally seeing her grandmother, who was waving towards her a few meters away. She jogged over to her, gesturing to their surroundings.

"Where the hell are we?!" She asked. Her grandma put a hand on her hip.

"New Orleans. It is the dusk of November twenty-first, nineteen twenty four." Her face was grim. "I believe that in order to understand, you need to see what happened that night."

Jazmine started to ask another question but stopped as she saw a familiar woman run past. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a curly bun, her hazel eyes filled with worry. Jazmine's own eyes narrowed. It was her great-grandmother while she was still alive. She turned to her grandmother, who raised her eyebrows.

"Well?" She asked. "Aren't you going to follow her?"

Jazmine nodded, running after her, only at a slower pace. She didn't know what exactly could happen if Anya spotted her (she could see ghosts, after all) but she sure didn't want to find out. When the woman rushed into a house that was a few minutes from the heart of town, Jazmine paused by the door.

"Something has happened."

She could hear the seriousness in Anya's voice, along with heavy footsteps. There was a pause.

"Well, are you not going to ask me what happened?"

Jazmine could practically hear the smirk in Matthew's tone when he replied. "I figured that you would tell me whether prompted or not."

Anya sighed. "Matthew, this is not funny. Anthony knows."

Jazmine made a face, resting her hands on the doorframe. There was another pause.

"I did not tell him."

"I was not trying to imply that you did." Anya sighed. "Regardless, he knows-"

"He is my son. I doubt that he would tell anyone your secret."

There was another moment of silence, followed by Anya's sigh. "Yes…about that…"

"Wait." Jazmine finally chanced a look past the doorframe and peeked in to see Anya sitting at a table, her arms folded, with Matthew on the opposite side. His eyes were narrowed. "Are you trying to tell me that he plans to use that against you?"

Anya nodded. He snorted.

"That is ridiculous."

Her own eyes narrowed. "It is what I saw."

"Well, maybe what you saw was wrong."

"What I see is never wrong!" She snapped, giving him a dirty look. "I would not lie about this."

"I understand that." He sighed, rubbing his head. "But he is my son. I cannot just imagine him doing such a thing-"

"I can." Anya snorted. "He has never liked me."

"Yes, but not liking you enough to possibly get you killed?" He shook his head. "I do not see that happening."

She stood up, glaring at him. "Well, fine." She started for the door and Jazmine quickly ducked back. "But when you wake up one morning to discover I am dead-"

"I was not-"

"It is fine. Really." She shook her head. "But I cannot stay. I saw that they would come for me in three days. I am leaving tonight."

Jazmine heard his chair scrape back. "Where will you go?"

Anya paused. "I do not know. I supposed up north. Maybe to the capital."

There was another silence, this one longer. Then, Matthew sighed.

"Then I will go with you."

There was a sharp intake of breath of Anya's part. Jazmine glanced up and noticed a man who could only be Anthony himself running towards the house. He slowed down drastically, spotting the couple through the door, and sprang out of sight. Jazmine had to step back as he crept up to the porch, crouching down where she'd been standing moments before.

"I cannot let you do that."

"I do not know how you figure you can stop me, but you can try if you want." Matthew sounded amused, but then his tone got serious. "We will leave tonight, at midnight."

"Matthew-"

"I am going. I do not care what you say."

There was a silence, and then Anya sniffed. She was obviously crying.

"Thank you."

Anthony's eyes narrowed. He stood up, backing away from the house and shaking his head.

"He is choosing that witch over me." His expression hardened and he shook his head again. "She thinks she can get away? He thinks it is alright to pick her over his own son?" He turned around, running back in the direction from where he'd come before. "I will show them both."

As he ran away Jazmine felt a slight tug and looked over to see her grandmother standing there. Jazmine frowned.

"Anthony was plotting to kill her."

Her grandmother nodded. "She saved him from drowning after she had a premonition about it and he figured out her secret. He planned to tell the city council about it three days from now so that they would arrest and execute her." She gestured towards the house. "Only now he's going to tell them about it as we speak so that they will come tonight instead of three days from now."

Jazmine's eyes widened. "That's so wrong."

"Not only that, but he tells them that Matthew practices witchcraft as well." Her grandmother shook her head. "That crazy bitch."

It was amusing hearing her grandma cuss, but she couldn't think about that right then. "Why would he do that?"

"Can't you tell?" He grandmother gave her a look. "He had loved her as well. Not only did she instead fall in love with Matthew, but in his eyes, she was also taking the only family he had away from him."

"That's still stupid," Jazmine grumbled. Her eyes widened and she snapped her fingers. "On my birthday, I saw this fire. And she was screaming for Matthew, but-"

Her grandmother nodded, sighing. "That fire is what is going to happen in a few hours. He is going to die."

Jazmine frowned, shaking her head. "I'd much rather not stick around for that."

Her grandmother nodded, holding out her hand again. Jazmine took it, and within seconds she was opening her eyes, lying on her bedroom floor. She sat up, slapping her hand to her head.

"Ow!"

"I probably should have warned you." Her grandmother looked amused. "Or at least told you to sit down. You don't really have any control over where your body lands when you project outside of it."

"Is that what I just did?" Jazmine asked, her eyes growing large. "I projected?"

"Yes." She shook her head. "I would recommend you don't try it on your own."

She didn't have to worry about that. Jazmine nodded, shaking her head.

"Grandma." She looked up at her. "That's the guy whose soul was trapped in the locket, wasn't it? Anthony?"

She nodded. Jazmine made a face.

"How am I supposed to get him back in it?"

Her grandma frowned, her brown knitting together. "I don't even know." She sighed. "I don't know how my mother did it in the first place. I was five when it happened. My mother was like yours," She went on, shaking her head. "She didn't tell me about my powers. She made me think I was going crazy. I had to figure it out for myself."

Jazmine frowned. "So…this Anthony psycho…I mean, we weren't related, right?"

Her grandmother snorted. "Good god, Jazmine. Of course not." Her expression changed into one of concentration. "Anthony Freeman was the only child Matthew ever had. Me and my sister, Polly, were born to my mother and man named Paul Winchester from DC." She snorted. "Of course, they resented each other and only stayed together for our sake."

"Oh." Jazmine clasped her hands together. "Well, I can get rid of him with an exorcism, right?"

Her grandmother looked reluctant. "To tell the truth, I don't know." She appraised Jazmine with a severe look. "They are dangerous enough alone. But with someone as…angry as him? I don't know how it will work."

"I can't just let him walk around killing people." Jazmine shook her head. "I've got to stop him."

Her grandmother shook her head. "Be careful." Jazmine glanced at her. "He is not just killing at random. He has a point."

"A point?" Jazmine's brow knitted together. "What do you mean?"

"I cannot spell it out for you." Her grandmother shook her head, fading. "You have to see it for yourself…"

"Wait!" Jazmine yelled, but she was already gone. She groaned, shaking her head.

At least she knew who she was looking for and what he had done, but now she was more nervous than ever. He seemed crazy as hell. Would an exorcism work on someone as evil as him?

There was only one way to find out.

This one might seem shorter than others, but bite me. Don't act like you ain't read the author's note.

...wait, you really didn't read the author's note? ...Oh...

-Kelsey