Oh my gosh! Don't hate me! why would I say that? well... It's a short chapter. X( I know, I'm horrible, but i've been so busy. With driving, school, and a whole bunch of other stuff, oh jeez. Plus I've lost a little inspiration for this story. I am detirmined to finish it, I swear.

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Chapter 21; I can see clearly now

"Mom, can I have fifty bucks?" Morgan asked. Evey looked up from her photos and raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you need fifty dollars?" Evey asked. Morgan shrugged.

"Oh you know, gas money, money for lunch, sale on shoes at the mall." She explained. Annabelle walked in at that time, and grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit on the table and sat down on the counter.

"Morgan, you have enough shoes." Evey told her daughter.

"Mom, you can never have enough shoes." Annabelle rolled her eyes.

"I'm not giving you money for shoes, ask your father." Evey told her.

"I did, he said ask you."

"Well I guess it's a no then." Morgan glared at her for a moment before storming off. Evey looked at her youngest daughter.

"That's your sister." She told her. Annabelle scoffed.

"Yeah, but I am stuck with her, you chose to have her." She reminded. Evey shook her head and put her photos away, standing up and grabbing a apple of her own.

"What are you up to?" Evey asked. Annabelle shrugged her shoulders.

"Nothing really, Mattie is supposed to come over later, but other than that, nothing." She answered. Evey nodded her head.

"Sounds like a plan." She muttered. Anna turned around and threw her apple in the trash. As soon as it fell in the can a figure materialized in front of her, surrounded by black orbs. He looked at her for a fraction of a second, his sharp blue eyes meeting her own, before turning his attention to Evey. He quickly made a dagger materialize in his hand and went to throw it at Evey.

"Demon!" Anna shouted, pushing her mother to the side, falling with her. Anna hit the ground and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her upper arm. She looked over and saw that the dagger had hit her arm. She quickly pulled it out and jumped up, throwing it back at the demon. He moved to the side and let the dagger embed itself in the wall. He then looked at her again and glared.

"Bad move." He hissed.

"Oh, now I'm scared." She replied, using her powers to throw a plate at him. Evey quickly picked herself up and used her powers to throw him back, but it didn't faze him for long. He quickly turned to her and threw her into a cabinet, which broke, and caused Evey to pass out. Before he could make a move toward her, a chair came flying and hit him with amazing force, causing him to freeze for a moment before turning toward Annabelle, who was crossing her arms.

"I don't want to hurt you, I'm not here for you." The man told her.

"Like I care, I'm still going to vanquish you." She stated. He laughed.

"I'd like to see you try." She used her powers and made a kitchen knife to stab his arm, something he wasn't expecting since she didn't move her hands. He pulled the knife out of his arm and glared at her. She glared back and got ready to use her powers on him, but just as she was close to hitting him with another knife, he grabbed it and threw it aside. The action caused her to take a step back, uncrossing her arms.

"My turn." He stated, conjuring a energy ball.

"Shit, Dad!" she called, diving away from the energy ball.

"Daddy isn't going to save you now." She quickly flipped the table with her powers and hid behind it.

"Patrick, Brandon, Uncle Wyatt, someone!" she cried. There was a pause before a column of light appeared next to her, revealing Patrick.

"Bells, what's wrong?" he asked. She gestured to the demon in front of her.

"That's what's wrong, I have no idea where everyone is, but I need help." Patrick nodded and stood up, looking for the demon. He soon found him standing over his mother, a dagger in hand.

"Hey!" he shouted, lifting his hands and trying to blow him up. It didn't seem to work, however, it only made him fly into the living room door. Patrick quickly ran into the living room in time to see him shimmer out.

"Damn." He muttered. He walked back in the kitchen and saw Annabelle kneeling next to their Mother, slowly trying to wake her up.

"Mom, mom wake up." She said, shaking her lightly. Patrick kneeled down next to her and checked for his mother's pulse. He found it and looked at Annabelle.

"She's fine, probably just knocked out." She sighed.

"At least she is okay." She replied. Patrick nodded and looked at Annabelle's arm, which was now pretty much colored red.

"Your not." He stated. She looked at her arm, and shrugged, but then gave a small yelp of pain. She sighed.

"I guess it hit deeper than I thought." She mused.

"Dad!" Patrick shouted. There was a pause before Chris orbed in.

"What's wrong?" he looked down to Evey and looked back at his children.

"Mom is fine, just knocked out. Annabelle is hurt." Patrick told him. Chris kneeled down next to her, quickly raising his hands to the wound.

"What hit you?" he asked.

"A dagger." She told him. It healed quickly, not even leaving a scar.

"How did a dagger hit you?" she raised an eyebrow.

"In this house, is it honestly a surprise?" Chris rolled his eyes and moved over to Evey, who was beginning to stir.

"Ouch, that hurt." She muttered.

"Are you okay?" Chris asked. She nodded and looked at Anna.

"Are you alright?" she asked. Anna smiled.

"I'm fine, thanks to Trick." Evey stood up, the rest of her family followed. Chris watched her carefully, making sure she didn't hurt herself. She looked around the kitchen, then back at Chris.

"I'm sorry about your kitchen." She told him. He chuckled and pulled her into a hug, giving her an extra squeeze.

"Don't worry about it love," he said, quickly kissing her. Trick rolled his eyes and walked over to a bloody kitchen knife.

"Is this the demons?" he asked. Anna nodded and walked over to him.

"Yeah, it is. I hit him with it after he hit me." She replied. He nodded his head.

"I'm going to go look in the book to find him."

"I don't think it's a demon, he orbed in." Annabelle told him. He raised an eyebrow. Chris also looked at her confused.

"Was he a dark lighter?" he asked. Patrick shook his head.

"No, he couldn't be. He wasn't after Bells, plus they use crossbows, not daggers."

"Yeah, and I'm pretty sure they don't have Telekinesis either." she told him. Patrick's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at the dagger.

"That doesn't make sense." Evey placed a hand on her sons shoulder.

"Pat, don't worry about it too much." She told him, hoping he wouldn't go on another demon tangent. He shrugged her off lightly.

"No, I'll be fine. I'm just going to test the blood." He told her, orbing out.

"Bye Trick." Anna muttered. Chris sighed and looked at the kitchen.

"Well, I better get this kitchen cleaned up." He stated.

"I'll help." Evey told him, smiling softly. Annabelle took a step back.

"I'm going to go get ready for school tomorrow." Evey raised an eyebrow.

"You're not going to help?" she asked. Annabelle sighed.

"I'll help, but I have a feeling I'll get in trouble." Chris raised an eyebrow.

"Why is that?" he asked. She smirked and looked at the messy kitchen.

"Let the object of objection become but a dream as I cause the scene to become unseen." She stated. In minutes the kitchen was clean, leaving little to no mess.

"Annabelle Halliwell, what did I tell you about personal gain!" Chris scolded.

"Chill, it wasn't personal gain. Brandon is going to be coming with his band and Lance's dad, so technically, it's covering up our tracks." She told them. Evey rolled her eyes.

"Go do your homework." She told her. Anna smiled and orbed out of the room, leaving Chris and Evey alone in the kitchen.

"You let her escape!" The seer screeched. Lucian said nothing, simply stared at the wall. The seer gave a sigh and walked over to a pool of silver liquid. "You didn't even attempt to kill Wyatt."

"I'll get to it!" Lucian hissed. She turned to him.

"Evelyn is easy to kill compared to Wyatt. If you can't kill her, what makes you think you can even attempt to hurt him?" she asked.

"I wasn't expecting there to be another witch there. She saved her before I could kill her." The seer paused before running a hand through her long hair.

"You have one more chance, kill Evelyn, then go after Wyatt. You ruin this, and you'll never prove to the underworld that you can be the source." Lucian nodded and orbed out. The seer paused for a second before turning around.

"He is not ready." The voice snapped. The seer glared at him.

"He is more than ready, he was just taken by surprise, we never told him about the kids." She said. He took a step toward her.

"If he finds out about his siblings-"

"They aren't his siblings! I raised him as an only child. He never had, and never will have, any siblings." She hissed. The demon took a step toward her, glaring at her as he did. She was a little taken back and took a step back.

"You are a fool to think that the simple fact that you raised him will keep him from finding out. Let alone keep him from keeping them alive."

"I carried him for nine months, not that little whore of a witch!" the demon slapped her and growled.

"You idiot, you think that after lying to him for twenty four years he is just going to forgive you. It's only a matter of time before he realizes that his parents aren't trying to take over the underworld and got rid of them because they didn't wish for children. Their family magic will pull him in once they find out, and then he will leave and join them. Perhaps they might even destroy what's left of us demons, I did not go back in the past and spend twenty six years trying to stop them from destroying us." She glared at him.

"Then what do we do?" she asked. He paused and gave her a dagger.

"Give him a hand, as best you can." He told her. She nodded and shimmered out.

"Anna, what are you doing next Saturday?" Anna looked up from her book and raised an eyebrow at her friend.

"I don't know, Tasha, it's more than a week away. I don't know what I'm doing tonight." She asked. Her friend sat next to her at the lunch table.

"Well, Oliver is throwing a huge party and has invited you and me." She sated. Anna's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Why?" Anna asked. Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Who cares, it's going to be fun. Come on, let's go." Anna sighed and stood up, grabbing her book bag.

"I don't know Natasha, Those parties aren't usually the best parties to go to." She muttered. Natasha rolled her eyes.

"Please, all parties are like that." She explained. Anna sighed and walked down the hallway to her locker.

"I don't think my parents would really let me go to a party like that." She muttered.

"Don't tell them, just go." Natasha told her. Anna bit her bottom lip as she opened her locker and began switching books around.

"You mean, sneak out?" she asked. Natasha nodded.

"Yeah, just do that magical thing you do, no one will know the difference." Anna paused and thought about it for a minute. She probably could get away with sneaking out, if she got Brandon or Morgan to help her.

"I don't know, it just doesn't seem right." She confessed. Natasha rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You need to be more adventurous, go to parties, have fun, find a boyfriend." Anna shot a pointed look at her friend.

"I don't need a boyfriend to have fun." Anna stated.

"No, but they make it easier to have fun." Natasha said, smiling at Anna's blushing face. Anna gave a small cough and closed her locker door, but still looked at Natasha.

"Well, there aren't any guys who I would like to date anyway, so I'm not going to bother." She snapped.

"I think you're just picky." Natasha stated. Anna glared at her but turned around and went to walk away. Since she was in such a rush, she didn't see the person behind her and walked straight into them.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" she said, looking up into a pair of warm brown eyes. She heard a low chuckle and realized that she had run into a boy. His dark brown hair was disheveled and stood up slightly. His tan skin contrasted his white shirt and light blue jeans, and even through the shirt she could tell he was well built.

"It's fine, don't worry about it." He told her, the simple sound of his voice sending shivers down her spine. She smiled shyly.

"I hope I didn't hurt you, are you alright?" she asked softly, so soft that he had to strain to hear her. She looked down and shifted her weight a little, a shy action that caused the boy to smile.

"I'm fine, I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, leaning down a little to look into her striking blue eyes. She nodded her head, still a nice shade of red.

"I'm fine, thank you for asking." She replied. He laughed a little and stood up straight, causing her to lift her gaze to him.

"Good, I wouldn't want to have hurt you." He said. She nodded and held out her hand shyly.

"I'm Annabelle Halliwell, or just Anna." She said. He took her hand and kissed it lightly, causing her to turn as red as an apple.

"Jason Green, it's a pleasure to meet you, Anna."

Lucian closed his eyes and sensed around the house, not finding anyone in the room at all except for her, his target. He took a deep breath and grabbed the dagger in his pocket. He made himself turn invisible and orb into the attic, where Evey was digging through a few old boxes. Now that he was able to get a better look at her, he could hardly tell that she was getting older. Her platinum blonde hair had a few light traces of gray in it. Her face had one or two wrinkles embedded in her ivory skin, but other than that she seemed to have aged well.

He went to take a step toward her when someone orbed in. He held back a sigh when he realized it was the same girl as before. Her platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her crystal eyes met Evey's. he couldn't help but notice the similarities between them. If he had actually read up on Evey's history, he could probably figure out who this witch was, but he was having no such luck.

"Anna, can you give me a hand." She asked. Lucian looked at the girl Anna, as she nodded her head and walked over.

"Sure, what are you doing?" she asked. Evey sighed.

"I'm trying to find an old album, it's of Pat and Morgan when they were kids." She replied. Anna raised an eyebrow.

"Really, do Brandon and I have one?" she asked. Evey nodded.

"Of course, somewhere." She muttered. Anna laughed.

"You really need to get this attic straightened out, Mom." Anna said. Lucian froze as the word mother reached his ears. There was no way that was possible, unless he had the wrong woman. No, he was more than confident she was it, he could feel the pull toward her. If that were true, she would have no children because children get in the way of taking over the underworld, like his mother, the seer, said.

"I know, well maybe if you get your brothers and sister to help it might be possible." Evey muttered.

"Maybe we can call uncle Wyatt over, he has three sons, they can carry the heavy stuff." Lucian's head was spinning as he took in this information. There was no possible way, they had to be lying, or his mother was lying. No, they definitely had to be lying. A second later another person orbed in, followed by yet another.

"Mom, we need you to settle something." A boy said, his dark brown hair falling into his emerald green eyes.

"What is it Pat?" Evey asked, still going through a box. Another child? No, there was no possible way. Anna stood up and turned toward Lucian, though was not directly looking at him. Now that he got a closer look at her, he could definitely see that without a doubt, she was Evey's daughter. They even had the same dimples. That could only mean one thing, his mother had lied to him.

"When you killed that demon in the underworld, how did you do it?" the other boy asked. Lucian also noted that he looked exactly like Wyatt, but with brown hair, and his blue eyes had a few specks of brown in them.

"I used my powers to blow him up, I told you this before Pat." She said, standing up.

"I know, but Preston didn't think that you could do it." He stated.

"I'm just going off of what my dad said, he said that when the demon was trying to kidnap his younger self to rule the underworld or whatever, you stopped him by throwing a potion at him." Preston stated. Something in Lucian's chest tightened as he heard this information. Evey rolled her eyes.

"Well, Wyatt hit his head during that little trip, it's possible he might have possible brain damage." She joked. The kids laughed. Lucian glanced over at Evey. Her eyes were so full of love and kindness, he had a hard time imagining this woman taking over the underworld. She walked over to Pat and kissed his cheek, and action that made Lucian drop his dagger, causing the noise to echo through the attic. Evey's eyes immediately went to the dagger on the floor which was no longer cloaked.

"What is that doing there?" Preston asked. Anna shrugged and walked over to it, picking it up gingerly. She paused and furrowed her eyebrows.

"I've seen this before." She muttered, going to take a sep forward. When she did, Lucian used his powers to throw her back, by pure instincts. As soon as he did that, he felt himself being thrown back into the wall. As soon as he hit the wall his cloak went down, and he was revealed to the whole room.

"It's the demon from before!" Pat shouted. Lucian stood up and his eyes met Evey's, who gasped. He knew that she had some sort of sense of recognition, but she couldn't place it. That also didn't make sense, she should have known exactly who he was. He didn't have much time to think before he felt himself being thrown across the room.

"Patrick, stop!" he heard a voice say.

"Mom I have to kill the demon!" Patrick shouted. Evey grabbed his hand before he could blow him up.

"No, wait!" she hissed. At that time, two other people orbed in.

"What's with the noise?" Brandon asked.

"Behind you!" Preston shouted. Brandon turned around just in time for Lucian to stand up. He quickly projected a dagger and threw it at him, though Lucian just tossed it aside. Morgan tapped into his mind, giving him a horrible headache, something she had just picked up. Lucian fell to the ground holding his head, then threw an energy orb at Morgan, causing her to fall to the ground.

"Ouch, shit!" she hissed, grabbing her shoulder. Lucian stood up and went to orb out, but was thrown to the side into Anna. He was still in mid orb so when he fell into Anna, he ended up orbing her as well, and taking her straight to the underworld.

Evey froze as she watched her daughter disappear in black orbs. Her chest tightened and she felt herself freeze as she grabbed onto Patrick's arm. She quickly walked over to the spot where she disappeared and looked at Patrick, who was also frozen.

"Where did they go?" Evey whispered, knowing exactly where they went, but she didn't want to believe it.

"We need to find her, we can't leave her alone with a dark lighter!" Brandon stated. Morgan walked over to her mother, after Patrick quickly healed her, and took her hand.

"We'll find her mom, I promise." She muttered. Patrick turned to Preston.

"We need to get Peter, we have to find her." He said, turning around. Preston nodded and orbed off. Evey placed her face in her hands, sighing heavily. This was the first time ever that she had lost one of her children, ever.

"Mom, we'll find her, I promise." Patrick told her.

"What am I going to tell Chris?" she asked. Morgan gave her hand a squeeze.

"You wont have to tell him anything, we'll find her before you know it." She told her. Evey sat down on the couch and ran a hand through her blonde hair. She was too old to be going after demons.

"Did I hear a 'we'? Does this mean you're actually going to fight demons?" Brandon asked. Morgan rolled her eyes.

"If you think I'm not going to help find my baby sister, then the doctors must have hit your head when you were born." She snapped, walking out the door, Patrick right behind her. The three of them got to the bottom floor when the doorbell rang.

"We don't have time for this." Patrick snapped. Morgan rolled her eyes and walked toward the door. Patrick reluctantly followed her, Brandon right behind them. Morgan opened the door, and took in the appearance of the woman in front of her. She seemed to be in her mid twenties. She seemed to be about 5'8", with a hourglass figure. She had her red hair down and in a short cut, that was a good three inches longer than a pixie cut, almost a bob. Her pale blue eyes were surrounded by a bit of eyeliner, though it didn't dim the light in them.

"Um, hi?" Morgan asked. The woman smiled.

"Hi, I'm looking for Evey Keely." She stated. Brandon raised an eyebrow.

"Who is that?" he asked. Morgan and Patrick looked at him and shook their heads. Patrick turned back to the girl.

"She's kind of busy." He said, trying to be polite but was finding it a bit difficult.

"Oh, are you sure, I really need to talk to her. I know an old friend of hers." She said. Brandon looked to Morgan.

"Mom has friends?" he asked. Morgan rolled her eyes.

"Which friend?" she asked.

"Morgan Keely." The Patrick and Morgan looked at each other.

"Hey, Morgan, mom's friend has the same name as you!" he stated. Morgan glared at him.

"And you're named after her dead ex-boyfriend, so shut up." She snapped.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Patrick asked.

"Oh, I'm Katie, Katie Broody."

Annabelle fell to the ground and gave a small groan as a larger object fell on top of her. She soon felt the weight lift free from her and she sat up.

"What are you doing here?" the demon asked.

"I don't know, you orbed me here! Some Demon you are." She snapped. Looking at her arm, which was now bleeding. He looked at her. He was still in the shadows, so she couldn't really get a good look at him.

"I'm not a demon." He said softly. She looked at him, surprised by his sudden demeanor. She watched him for a minute before speaking.

"Then what are you?" she asked, her hand still on her shoulder. He sighed and moved closer to her kneeling down so he was at her level. By doing so he brought himself into the light. She was slightly taken back by how familiar he looked. His curly dirty blonde hair was a bit longer than his ears, not by much, and his crystal blue eyes seemed to be an almost exact copy of her own. The only thing that seemed foreign to her was the small scar right above his left eye that seemed to dig into his eyebrow.

He gently took his hand and placed it over hers, trying pull it away from her shoulder. He sighed when she tried to push him away and pulled her hand away, placing his hand over her shoulder. A second later a light emitted from his hand and healed her wound. He pulled away but didn't move. His eyes went straight to hers.

"You're a-"

"White lighter." He finished. She paused and her eyebrows furrowed.

"But, you have telekinesis, and energy orbs, and other stuff that is demon stuff. How can you be a white lighter?" she asked. He sighed and stood up.

"Long story." He muttered. She rolled her eyes.

"I have time, you orbed me into a anti-orbing zone. I'm not going anywhere." She said, hugging her knees to her chest.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. I'm not even sure if I believe half of it." He muttered.

"Dude, I'm a Halliwell, I've heard it all." She told him. He paused.

"I think I'm you're half brother." He stated. Anna froze for a second, then pressed her lips together while her head tilted to the side.

"Okay, I've heard it all except for that." She mumbled. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I know it sounds insane, but it's true." She sighed.

"Well… um, dad did say that he had a girlfriend before mom, I've never met her, but-" He quickly cut her off.

"No, I'm not you're father's son. I'm your mother's son." Anna took in a deep breath and tried to do the math in her head. She knew the guy had to be older than her, probably older than Patrick. Though, she didn't see how that would work.

"That, doesn't make sense. If mom had another baby she would have kept it for sure." She muttered.

"She didn't know about me. I was conceived by her and Wyatt but-"

"Wait, Wyatt? As in my Uncle Wyatt? Are you kidding me?" he shook his head.

"No, why would I joke about something like that?" she shook her head.

"This family get's weirder and weirder by the minute." She muttered.

"I really wouldn't know." He said. She pressed her lips together and looked down to the ground.

"So, why didn't my mom and… um, uncle, keep you?" she asked.

"She didn't know about me, the seer stole me when I was still in the womb and she carried me. Though she prefers to tell me that she was saving me. I'm beginning to doubt that now." Anna began to rub her temples.

"The seer, stole you?" she asked.

"It's complicated, it's a spell type of thing." He told her.

"Of course, it always is, isn't it." He chuckled lightly.

"Anyway, The seer raised me since birth, when I was eight she trained me to become a killer. The whole time she told me that she saved me from my parents because they wanted to take over the underworld, and having a child would just interfere. She said they were going to kill me, but she saved me before they had a chance. I was supposed to kill them both in order to stop them from doing so, and afterwards I was supposed to take over the throw in order to restore the peace. But I'm beginning to think that she wasn't really telling the truth."

"So, you're supposed to be the source of all evil?" she asked. He furrowed his eyebrows.

"The what?" he asked. Anna bit her bottom lip.

"Um, well, it's just. The thrown of the underworld means that you will be the source of all evil." He scoffed.

"Nothing makes sense anymore." Anna nodded.

"You're telling me." He walked over and took a hold of her arm, pulling her up onto her feet.

"Either way, I need to get you out of here. It's one thing for me to get in trouble but I can't let her find you." She looked up at him confused.

"What do you mean, 'in trouble'? Is that like being grounded?" she asked. It was his turn to look confused.

"What's being grounded?" he asked.

"You really are from another world." He shook his head.

"Whatever, I need to get you out of here before-"

"Lucian!" a voice called out. He froze instantly.

"Oh no." he muttered.

"I guess that means we're in trouble." She mumbled. The seer walked into the cave, crossing her arms over her chest, she hadn't noticed Anna yet.

"Where have you been, did you do it? Did you kill her?" she asked. He said nothing, which gave the seer enough time to see Anna. When she did, she turned back to Lucian, with a glare that made Anna shrink.

"And I thought my mom's glares were bad." She whispered, barely audible.

"What is she doing here?" the Seer hissed. Lucian looked at Anna, then back at the seer.

"I accidentally orbed her down here, I was returning her now." He told her.

"Oh, no, you can't do that. She knows who you are. She can tell them who you are and then everything will be ruined. No, this is not acceptable." She told him. Lucian looked at her confused.

"Then what do you want me to do?" he asked. The seer paused, looking over Annabelle for a moment before turning to Lucian.

"Kill her." She stated. Lucian stared at her, shocked.

"But, she hasn't done anything, this is my fault!" he told her. The seer sighed and pulled out a dagger. Lucian instinctively pushed Anna so she was standing behind him.

"Lucian, get out of my way." She sneered.

"No, I'm no going to let you kill someone who is innocent." He snapped.

"You had no trouble killing before." She reminded.

"Those were demons, not mortals. You said I wouldn't have to kill innocent mortals." He told her. She pressed her lips together.

"You were always a pain, you never truly engrossed yourself in evil. I don't know why, but you are just so stubborn when it comes to this. I'll show you what evil is." She told him, taking a sep toward him.

"No, you aren't going to hurt her." He snapped. Anna grabbed onto his arm by pure instinct, she would do the same if it were Patrick or Brandon standing in front of her.

"Move, Lucian, I'm going to kill the witch." She snapped.

"Leave her alone." He hissed. She paused and then used her powers to throw him aside, something he wasn't expecting. She turned toward Annabelle and went to stab her, but Anna used her powers to move herself back quickly. The only problem was that the seer saw this, then added her own power, causing Anna to be thrown up against the wall. The seer took a step toward her and suddenly Lucian was in front of her. Grabbing her hand and throwing the dagger across the room and conjuring a energy ball. The seer eyed it quickly, then looked at him.

"You can't kill me Lucian, I'm you're mother. I raised you." She told him. He paused for a moment before putting it away, but throwing her to the ground.

"You're right, I can't kill you." She smiled.

"That's right, you know I'm telling the truth." She cooed. Lucian scoffed.

"That's where you're wrong. I know you've been lying, and I wont kill you. But I wont save you either." He told her, walking over to Anna, who was trying to stand up. When she did she fell to the ground holding her ankle.

"I think I sprained it." She told him. He sighed and picked her up bridal style, which caused her to freeze. He ignored her reaction and held her anyway, he then looked back to the seer. She glared at him.

"He will kill them you know, all of them. Even you're darling sister!" she hissed, looking at Annabelle.

"We'll see." He snapped. There was a pause and the ground shook, causing Anna to cover her face in Lucian's chest. After a minute the earth stopped shaking and Annabelle looked away from his chest just in time for him to orb out. The scene disappeared and an old abandoned apartment came into view. He walked over to the couch and set her down gently.

"How is you're ankle?" he asked. She shrugged.

"It hurt's a little." She confessed. He nodded and raised his hand over it. Once the pain from her ankle was alleviated she realized that she was extremely cold. When she looked out the window she realized it was snowing.

"It should be fine." He told her, standing up and walking over to a dresser. She walked over to the window and looked around. The town seemed extremely old, and almost abandoned. It was freezing out, much to cold for a pair of capris and a tank top. She looked at Lucian, who was walking over to her with a jacket.

"Thanks, um…" she trailed off.

"Lucian, my name is Lucian. Call me Luke." He stated. She put on the jacket.

"I'm Annabelle, or Anna, or Belle. Whichever one you want." She stated. He smiled softly at her and put on a jacket of his own.

"I hope you're not too cold. This is a place I've been going too since I was little when I just wanted to get away. We should be safe here." He stated. She nodded and then looked at him.

"So, where are we exactly?" she asked.

"A town not too far away from Amsterdam." He told her. Her eyes went wide.

"We're in Germany?!" she asked. He nodded.

"Yes, Amsterdam is in Germany I believe." He answered earnestly. She looked back out the window and placed a hand on her forehead.

"I'm so dead when I get home."