Hi. I know it's been a while, but I missed the Angels so here we go. It helps if you have read my old stories cause I do backtrack quite a bit in this one. But if you haven't, then here's a summary to help you along:

After Kelly got shot in the finale of the series, Kris and Kelly moved to Washington where Kris joined the FBI and Kelly helped Charlie start up a new agency where Kelly has Bosley's role and hires three Angels of her own; Sandra, Janet and Melissa. They go out on different cases, in one where Melissa is killed and they meet Kamili instead. Kelly meets French-American Chef Aurore Dupont who moved in with Kelly and her two adopted daughters Sarah and Ella and their dog Oscar. Aurore's younger sister Peggy was supposed to live with them for a few weeks but decided to stay. Kris, as said, joins the FBI where she meets Tommy (from episode Angel on my mind) and fall in love all over again. They get twins - Jessica and Jacob. Tommy is later killed in an explosion, leaving Kris a widow and singel mother. After finishing her racing career, Jill also moves to Washington to be close to her sister and friend, finding Damien Roth (from episode Fallen Angel) and begins a relationship with him. They get a daughter, Annie. Sandra Olsen, the Norwegian girl, lives alone apart from her two dogs, her cat and her parrot. Janet Wanner from New York is involved with Aurore's older brother Devin and the two of them have a newborn boy named Benjamin, and a dog named Raven. Kamili Diallo, maiden name Sow, originally from Georgia, is married to Morgan and they have a daughter named Yasmin. Kamili also has a big sister named Tara Sow who lives in town and work at the local hospital.

After the Angels have a very tough prison case, they take a break. And now, here we are ...

Hope that helps and I hope you enjoy.

Title is from the Eagles song "Witchy Woman" which, along with the song mentioned just below here, inspired this story, which follows my earlier works.
I do not own Charlie's Angels nor the characters except those you haven't seen in the show. This story is for entertainment purposes only.

x Agnes

Restless Spirit On An Endless Flight

Was your shadow on fire on the night you burned
and the ashes all filled with the lessons you learned?
You try to fly away on your burning wings
The night ain't filled with gentle things

[The Night, Pt. 2 – The Builders and the Butchers]

Prologue.

Alicia Jonas was walking down the forest road with swift feet, her long, black dress flapping against her ankles, her big necklace and bracelets rattling as the many colorful gemstones knocked against each other. The heavy wind was making the trees dance, leaves rustling above her and the dry earth below her followed her like a cloud of dust. She didn't notice any of that though, all she could think about was the voice in her head telling her that this was a bad idea. The voice was loud, shouting for her to turn around, but she had pushed those thoughts into the back of her head before, and she was to do that again.

As a reporter, she often put herself into situations where she didn't feel so comfortable, and she was used to go against her gut feeling and female intuition to get the answers to the questions she was asking to be able to write the stories she wanted to tell.

She had been a reporter and a columnist for about 5 years, the last three had been dedicated to the world of the occult, to the wiccan community, indulging herself into the endless amount of information out there. There was so much going on and she found it so fascinating, wanting to learn it all. She had already learned so much, not just so she could write stories for the magazine, but also enough to change her way of life. They had taught her about herbs, spices, food straight from nature and living off the land. They had taught her how to look up towards the sky for answers and to turn to her sisters when in need, to confide in them whenever she found herself troubled.

Maybe she should've told someone about this meeting she was heading towards, because every single one of her senses were telling her that this was a bad idea. Not only meeting up with this person, whom she really didn't trust, but to do it by herself, at dusk, in the woods, seemed like an even more stupid decision. But it was too late to back out now. She had to know what was going on, and she had to get the answers to her questions. She needed a good story and she was definitely onto something here. This person had promised to straighten out some question marks for her and she had decided that the possible reward outweighed the risk.

She stumbled slightly on a root sticking up from the ground and forced herself to pay more attention to the uneven road, if you could even call it a road. A wide dirt pathway maybe, created by the thousands of feet during the years, having walked the same direction up and down to the ceremonial area where she had been so many times before. But those times had been during actual ceremonies, with other people. Now she was alone.

The June air was hot and clammy. It had been a really hot day, but she could feel that a good ol' thunderstorm was coming soon. It was hanging in the sky, covering the world with a thick, sweaty blanket, just waiting for a reason to break lose. She loved the thunderstorms. She loved to dance in the rain, preferably with all her sisters. She loved to feel the rain hit her face, her skin and to dance like she was the only person in the world. She loved the flashes of lightning which were followed by the roaring thunder, shaking the earth.

Thinking about the thunderstorms took her focus away from the task at hand, and she was not on guard as she reached the ceremonial area. She had been here so many times, and it was a place where she normally felt at home – the big, grassy glade where they would dance, a wonderfully calm lake where they had been swimming many times, the massive stone serving as a ceremonial table, but the sheer height and size of it also made it a good platform for all kinds of things. In the middle of it was a thick hole carved, and a tall metal pole sticking up through it. She had been told they used to burn witches here, once, in the beginning of times, and there used to be a wooden pole, but the metal one has been placed there as a reminder of the old times. There were old stones standing up in a circle, always fascinating to watch, and she loved to sit down next to them just to ponder about what life could've been in another time, another life.

She had been here just a few days ago as they had celebrated the Summer Solstice, which had been a glorious occasion, with food and drinks all night long.

But right now, the place lay dead quiet and she found it very spooky. As she stopped for a second to take a breath, she looked around and with her mind wandering to thunder and summer, she never heard the person come up behind her before it was too late.

First thing she realized as she slowly regained consciousness was the throbbing in her head and neck. Trying to move a hand up towards her face, she realized her hands were tied behind her back and she could feel her arms pulled back uncomfortably around something hard. Looking over her shoulder she realized she was standing against the large metal pole of the ceremonial table, arms tied behind it. Looking down, groaning, she saw her legs tied down as well around the massive pole. Seeing lights in her peripheral vision she moved her head up, eyes darting around the glade, which had been dark and deserted when she arrived but was now covered in candles, scattered around to light up the whole place. What was going on? Feeling panic well up inside of her, she frantically moved her eyes around, trying to take it all in, and as she looked back down again, this time below her, she realized that branches had been placed to lean against the stone table that she was standing on, making it look almost like a …

Shit.

Panic hit her as she realized what she was standing on. She began thrashing, pulling at the ropes, trying desperately to get free, but there was no use. She was stuck, the ropes were too tight and the only result she was getting was the rope sinking in deeper through her skin by her sensitive wrists. Stopping a second to take a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, a smell was suddenly hitting her nose and leaning down to smell her own upper arm she realized it was coming from her. She was sticky, and absolutely covered in gasoline.

Shit. Double shit.

Looking around, she tried to spot a person as someone had to be here and coming into her view was a dark cloaked figure, walking up towards her in a slow pace. She began shouting, asking questions, wanting – needing – answers, but no matter what she said, the figure remained silent.

Alicia felt like she was going to retch as she watched the cloaked person pull out two white hands, one of the hands holding a match while the other held the box, quickly lighting the match. The wind was stubborn though, blowing the match out instantly. The figure down in the light of the candles didn't seem faced, just tried with a new match. And then another. Alicia was beginning to feel some sort of hope inside of her, thinking that maybe, just maybe, someone was watching her from above, wanting to save her. But in the end, the figure just put the box of matches away, and kicked over one of the bigger candles. The ground as well as the branches must've been soaked in the gasoline just like she was, because the flames shot up like fireworks and Alicia watched in horror as the fire climbed up onto the table, surrounding her in an instant.

Alicia had been told that when facing your end, your life will pass you by, memories of childhood, adolescence and adulthood will all be replayed in your mind. But she didn't have time for that, she barely had time to regret her decisions in life before the flames began licking her legs, and as she burned, she could smell her flesh burn just as the first flash of lightning lit up the whole glade, and her own gut-wrenching scream was hidden by the roaring of the thunder echoing throughout the land.