Christina orbed down to earth and into her former bedroom. She looked through the collections of childhood momentums. Her mother had left everything the way it was before she had died. Nothing had changed. The dirty sock that she had left on the floor was still there. She found this slightly disturbing. Her mother had held onto her to a point where if she had really died, her soul wouldn't be able to rest.
"Chrissie?" she heard her fathers weak voice from behind her. Her whole family couldn't believe that she hadn't really died, just became a whitelighter. Her father still blamed himself for her first death. She had to be extra careful around him.
"Dad?" she walked over to him. He placed his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.
"I'm so sorry, Chrissie. It's all my fault."
"Daddy, it isn't your fault. I'm here to stay, nothing is going to happen anymore. Instead of being a sixteen year old witch, I'm an older more mature whitelighter."
"But you lost ten years of your life."
"No, I didn't. I just aged my body, Daddy. I didn't want to be younger then Jersey and Jordan." She heard a ringing, and orbed herself out before they could ask anymore questions. She didn't want to tell him where she was going. Being sixteen in a twenty-six year old body was tough, but soon she would grow used to it.
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"Now, Sara, you don't need to lift things in broad daylight unless there is a demon. You could get found out." Jersey Turner preached to her best friend. Christina had introduced the two a few weeks ago in hopes of getting them to get along.
"But it's so fun!" the seventeen year old girl giggled. "I can't believe this. I've always wanted this kind of power!"
"But, your mom is dead because of it, Sara. We love you, you need to learn to control yourself!"
Sara looked sad at the mention of her mother. Her mother had been a witch with the power of telekinesis and the power to freeze time. She had inherited both powers from her mother. "I know, but it was so tempting…" she was cut off with a glare from Jersey's part. "I know, I know. My powers aren't to be used on my friends or family. Only on the evil demons who are trying to kill me."
"Look, Sara, my older sister was killed by a demon who looked like my father. I know the pain. You'll see your mother again someday. Just like Chrissie's my whilelighter." She brushed the brown hair away from Sara's eyes. Tears were forming in Jersey's blue eyes as well as Sara's hazel ones. "Your loved ones will always return to you."
"I know, I just wish I had known where my brothers and my dad went."
"You never found out?" Jersey asked. It was a common question. Sara had had two brothers and they had disappeared with her father when Sara was seven.
"No. I'm always going to wonder." Sara looked sad. "I'm so glad you took me in. It's only my junior year in high school. I wouldn't be able to put myself through. You and Jordan are so lucky. You've got loving parents."
"Ones a half-demon." Jersey stuck in.
"No, he's not. They fixed that problem. But you've got a family. I've got nobody." the girl began to cry again. "I want somebody."
"You've got us." Jersey told her.
"Thank you," Sara blew her nose. "What?" she asked as she saw the horrified look on Jersey's face.
"Sara! Look out!" screamed Jersey.
"Oh. My. God." Sara whispered. She recognized the demon who had snuck up behind them.
"Hello girls. Enjoying the sun?" it asked.
"Chrissie?" she heard her fathers weak voice from behind her. Her whole family couldn't believe that she hadn't really died, just became a whitelighter. Her father still blamed himself for her first death. She had to be extra careful around him.
"Dad?" she walked over to him. He placed his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug.
"I'm so sorry, Chrissie. It's all my fault."
"Daddy, it isn't your fault. I'm here to stay, nothing is going to happen anymore. Instead of being a sixteen year old witch, I'm an older more mature whitelighter."
"But you lost ten years of your life."
"No, I didn't. I just aged my body, Daddy. I didn't want to be younger then Jersey and Jordan." She heard a ringing, and orbed herself out before they could ask anymore questions. She didn't want to tell him where she was going. Being sixteen in a twenty-six year old body was tough, but soon she would grow used to it.
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"Now, Sara, you don't need to lift things in broad daylight unless there is a demon. You could get found out." Jersey Turner preached to her best friend. Christina had introduced the two a few weeks ago in hopes of getting them to get along.
"But it's so fun!" the seventeen year old girl giggled. "I can't believe this. I've always wanted this kind of power!"
"But, your mom is dead because of it, Sara. We love you, you need to learn to control yourself!"
Sara looked sad at the mention of her mother. Her mother had been a witch with the power of telekinesis and the power to freeze time. She had inherited both powers from her mother. "I know, but it was so tempting…" she was cut off with a glare from Jersey's part. "I know, I know. My powers aren't to be used on my friends or family. Only on the evil demons who are trying to kill me."
"Look, Sara, my older sister was killed by a demon who looked like my father. I know the pain. You'll see your mother again someday. Just like Chrissie's my whilelighter." She brushed the brown hair away from Sara's eyes. Tears were forming in Jersey's blue eyes as well as Sara's hazel ones. "Your loved ones will always return to you."
"I know, I just wish I had known where my brothers and my dad went."
"You never found out?" Jersey asked. It was a common question. Sara had had two brothers and they had disappeared with her father when Sara was seven.
"No. I'm always going to wonder." Sara looked sad. "I'm so glad you took me in. It's only my junior year in high school. I wouldn't be able to put myself through. You and Jordan are so lucky. You've got loving parents."
"Ones a half-demon." Jersey stuck in.
"No, he's not. They fixed that problem. But you've got a family. I've got nobody." the girl began to cry again. "I want somebody."
"You've got us." Jersey told her.
"Thank you," Sara blew her nose. "What?" she asked as she saw the horrified look on Jersey's face.
"Sara! Look out!" screamed Jersey.
"Oh. My. God." Sara whispered. She recognized the demon who had snuck up behind them.
"Hello girls. Enjoying the sun?" it asked.