I is hyper today, so LOOK OUT CHAPPIE! I'M PUBLISHING YOU TODAY! I was up till ten thirty last night because I had to go to this concert in Williamsport where my teacher was playing, and I smuggled my CD player onto the bus. My friend and I, we were singing Evanescence for like, the whole bus ride down, and everyone told me I sounded like Amy Lee. Especially when I sang 'Bring Me to Life.' If my friend didn't freak out about 'Haunted,' we could have sang it! You know why I can't sing it? BECAUSE THERE'S A BIG FAT DIVISI IN THE VERSE! If you don't know what a divisi is, it's okay. Musical terms, I'm afraid.

Still in BB's POV

I was searching the website that was on that piece of paper for over two hours now, but I still couldn't find anything. It really ticked me of, cause I had a limit. Nightwing was just as strict as he was when he was Robin, and now he set limits to our Internet use. I told him it was to find Raven, but nooooooo…the rules apply. Stupid evil long-haired over-commanding self-centered leader. My time was almost up, almost, but then I found it. The ever holy transportation spell. It looked simple, but hard at the same time. I was certain I could do it though. I mean, how hard is it to find snake eyes and a lizard's tail. HA! Ooh…I'm dead. But…I must try…for Raven. And to my luck, there was the name of a store where you could get all this stuff. Lorina's Enchantment. Well that made things easier. Now where the heck would I find it? Okies, the map shows that it's between that coffee place and the store where Raven gets her horror books. Ah, that helps. Now to go to that store…

Raven's POV

Malchior sat at the long table in the Dining Hall with his friends, laughing and drinking. He often did this when he invited friends over- laughed and drank. After they left, he was still drunk and would often end up doing stupid things like yelling or hitting. I was always shocked to find out that Malchior even had any friends, because he was so evil. Apparently his friends had no idea who he was, because they always had a good time. But how could they not see it? How could they not see the wickedness that engulfed my husband's heart?

I suppose that the only good soul was Malchior's twin brother, Rorek, who always came over. He never got drunk, but he was a good actor, pretending to be like all of his brother's other friends. I never understood the way Rorek or Malchior did any of this. Tonight was just like any other night, Rorek slipping away, trying to persuade me into running away and taking Angelina with me. "Can't you see that one day Malchior's drinking will get out of control?" Rorek had whispered to me. My daughter…Angelina…stared wide-eyed at her good-hearted uncle. "Can't you see that one day would he will end up hitting you or Angel? Raven, you have to leave. You have to!" I never responded. I couldn't. No matter where I was, no matter what I was doing, Malchior knew. He knew everything. One night I had tried to escape, but Malchior caught me, just as I thought he would. I hadn't taken Angel with me that night- I was too scared. After that, I swore that I would never try to escape again.

I didn't know what would happen if he ever caught me again.

Flashback

"Consider this a warning," Malchior hissed, his hot breath caressing my ear, his hands tightening around my wrists. "If I ever catch you sneaking out again…if I ever find that you are escaping…I will make sure that you get what you deserve. You will suffer pain beyond your imagination. Remember, Raven…I know where you are…when you are there…what you are doing…"

End Flashback

I was petrified that night. Normally, I wouldn't let that sort of this get to me, but I had my Angel to think about. How could she survive without a mother if Malchior ever chose to kill me? But then, when he threatened me like that, it was then that I wondered if he really did love me like he said he did. Maybe it was all just to make me come back to Azarath. As I remembered all this, I wondered why I didn't put up more of a fight. When he put the blade to my neck, I could have just as easily knocked it out of his hands with my powers. Darn emotions. If I didn't have to risk so much, I would be free of Malchior, free to live my life. But no…Trigon is still in me, and I am still just as dangerous as I was on Earth.

A few hours later, Malchior's friends, including Rorek had left, leaving their friend to continue to act drunk and break things. I stroked my daughter's curved white hair and peered out the door. "Mama, is daddy gonna hit you?" she asked. I blinked. "I think he might, Angelina, so you'd better go to your room and lock the door. I don't want you to see this." The little girl nodded and scampered to her room. 'Keep safe, Angel,' I thought to myself, watching her small figure disappear into her room.

Suddenly, Malchior burst through the door; his cold blue eyes pierced me like a thousand daggers as he ground softly in his throat. "Spying again, aye Raven?" he snarled. I stood up abruptly and backed away from Malchior, his face twisted in an angry expression. "It's not right to listen to listen to other people's conversation, my dear. You, of all people, should know that."

I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt a rough hand collide with my face, knocking me over onto the stoned floor. The sharp sting crept along my face as I massaged my cheek. Soon I felt someone watching me, so I cracked my eye open and saw that none other but my cold-hearted husband had kneeled down to eye level. "You were always a pretty one," he sneered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Yippee," I muttered sarcastically. All that gave me was another painful smack in the face. "I would be a little more careful, or that pretty face of yours could get messed up quite badly. You hear?"

I nodded in fear, not quite sure what he meant by 'or that pretty face of yours could get messed up quite badly,' but I certainly didn't want to find out. "Good," said Malchior, standing up again and walking to the throne room. Struggling to stand up, I grasped the edge of the railing beside me for support. "I told you that you could get hurt," said a smooth voice. I screamed and jumped backwards only to find that Rorek had come out of the shadows. He had his hands tucked neatly behind his back and his mouth in a tight, thin line. "Rorek!" I exclaimed, clutching my chest. "Don't scare me like that!" "I thought you didn't do fear," he said simply, running his fingers over a tapestry that hung on the wall. "Well, yeah, but you just appeared, and…this isn't getting me anywhere. What do you want?" I asked, putting my hand on my hip.

"Getting you out of here, of course," he said, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "Go get Angel, you have to get out." I just stood there, dumbfounded. "What? Rorek, you know that I can't-" "Yes you can. I know you can." I closed my eyes. "Rorek, I don't know what it was like for you and Malchior when you were younger, but he knows things. If I leave, he will track me down, bring me home, kill me, and do who knows what to Angelina." Rorek stared at me with those same blue eyes. "Isn't that what you've always wanted?" he asked in monotone. I turned away from the good wizard. "Yes, but this…this is different! Rorek, just leave and don't come back here! Ever!" With that, I stormed away and placed my hand on the doorknob to Angel's room. I opened the door, and to my horror, found that there was a bunch of tied bed sheets bound together securely to her bed, trailing out the window. Running to the window, I peered out to find that I couldn't spot the small body belonging to my daughter. With fear edging my face, I swung my legs over the windowsill and climbed down on the rope, attempting to follow the faint trail of trampled leaves and dirt that would hopefully lead to Angel.

BB's POV

My eyes were fixed in a confused gaze between 'Greg's Coffee' and 'Books of Horror.' The map on the Internet stated that Lorina's Enchantment was between these two stores, but there was nothing there except a rusty door and window that used to belong to a store. The window and door were still miraculously standing, but I could make nothing of it.

"Is this how you city people spend your time? Staring at nothing?" asked a low, alien-like voice. I turned around quickly and saw a tall nineteen-year-old girl staring at me. She had hard silver eyes and navy blue hair that reached her abdomen, and her pale lips were in a thin line. In her arms was a Stephen King horror novel. "Uhh, no, I'm looking for Lorina's Enchantment. I think I read this map wrong, cause I can't find it, and it says it's where that door and window are-" "That's because it is."

I gave the girl a confused look. "Whaddya mean 'that's because it is?'" She rolled her eyes. "Follow me." I did. I followed the mysterious girl over to the dead door, watching her open it and step inside. I expected there to be nothing inside…or even a roof overhead for that matter, but my eyes had deceived me. Somehow, this girl had made a store from the rusty door and window.

The inside kind of looked like the wand place in Harry Potter (Isn't that place called Olivander's or something? Dunno. Correct me if I'm wrong.), except there were all kinds of charms and magical 'items' and stuff. "Whoa. This place is awesome!" I exclaimed. "How come you keep it disguised like this? You could make some real money and bling bling off of this place!"

The girl gave me a weird look. "If I didn't keep this place hidden, the government would come and destroy it because of all the wackos out there claiming…" she trailed off. "Never mind. Now what do you need?"

I handed her a list of all the stuff I needed, which pretty much couldn't be found anywhere else in the world but here. As she read over the list, I tried to make conversation again. "So…you're Lorina, huh?" I asked. "Call me Lori," she said simply. "I hate my real name." I looked at Lori quizzically. "Then…uh…why did you name this place 'Lorina's Enchantment?'" She sighed. "Once again, government issues. Don't wanna talk about it." I shut up after that.

"Well, uh, most of the stuff on this list is illegal, but…" Lori leaned underneath the counter for something, and pulled out a large crate. "I think I can give you what you need. I don't mean to pry, but what do you need this spell for?"

I closed my eyes. "Well…see…two years ago, a wizard named Malchior came to our…home…and put me in a coma, and I just woke up about two days ago. When I woke up, I found that my best friend was taken by Malchior and now she's married to him, so I have to go to Azarath, rescue my best friend, and come home." I finished my tale, and Lori looked at me in astonishment. "You don't believe me, so you?" I asked sadly. "Yes, actually, I do. You see, my sister and myself are from Azarath. I know Malchior, too," she said. My eyes widened. "You do?" She nodded. "He took the form of a young man, and then he met my mom. My dad was dead, and I was only two and…" she trailed off. "Well, he did something to her and then my sister was born. That's all I'm saying."

"Oh," I murmured. "I'm sorry." Lori bowed her head. "Thanks," she said, and then handed me all the stuff I'd need. "Raven, here I come!" I exclaimed, taking the ingredients. "Raven?" asked Lori. "As in Raven Roth? Raven of Azarath?" I nodded. Lori smiled slightly. "My best customer. A good friend, too. I pity her. Married to Dragon Man. Must be awful." Jeez, does everyone call him Dragon Man? "Yeah, that's why I'm going to get her," I said. "Good luck," said Lori, as I left the store.

I made this chapter longer than the other ones for some reason, but that's good, right?

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