Chapter 2: Mystery Victim
"Is this really normal?" Charles asked.
"What do you mean?" Millie asked. Everyone was down in the kitchen eating breakfast by now.
"Well, my visions," Charles continued. "I mean, I fall to the ground. Plus, I can feel the pain that the people in my visions go through."
"Well, you're new to it," Millie said. "After a while of having your foresight, you'll be able to control the pain, handle and be ready for the vision, and even look into the future at your own will and not when the vision hits you."
"That's gay," Charles complained.
"I think you should focus more on finding out who this woman was," Millie said. "It could be hard."
"Hard?" Charles asked. "How about impossible? All I know is that the woman lives in New York City and that she lives in a white house."
"Nobody ever said that being a witch was going to be easy."
"How can I find her?"
"Scrying?" Annie suggested.
"No, scrying can only be used to track down magic," Millie said. "You'd need a personal possession of hers' to find her."
"That's it," Charles said. "I don't need to scry for the girl, I need to scry for the demon."
"You four sure are catching on quickly," Millie said, smiling.
Charles sat in the Altar Room on an oversized chair and flipped through the Book of Shadows, searching for the demon from his vision. Millie had allowed him to miss today's training, much to the envy of David, Annie, and Jordan, to find out as much as he could about the demon he needed to fight. If he could ever find the demon.
"Nope," he said, once again, flipping to a page with a demon with large, bulging eyes and green skin. The demon he had seen looked human. He had black hair, brown eyes, and agoatee. "Maybe he's just an ordinary, lower level demon." He closed the Book and went over to the cooking area. "I'll just make a simple, vanquishing potion."
"How are you doing?" Sabrina asked, walking into the Altar Room.
"Good, and I don't need your help," Charles said, rather rudely. He had always been in competition with his older cousin.
"Are you sure?" she asked, as if to intimidate him.
"Yes, I'm sure, Sabrina," he answered.
"Fine, see you later," she said, closing the door. She walked back into the living room to find the white candles out and Millie, David, Annie, and Jordan resting. She left them alone and went to the kitchen. "Jeez, I'm not needed anywhere." She jumped and let out a small shriek when Robert orbed in behind her. "Dad!"
"Sorry," he said. "But there's a warlock that the Elders are worried about that I think you should know about."
"Why me?" she asked.
"Because this warlock is after you, not the Four Corners."
"What are you talking about?"
"He wants your powers. His name is Nexell. He's a powerful warlock that has gone through several witches, demons, and other magical beings to get the powers he wants. He wants yours' now."
"Why mine?" Sabrina asked. "Why not the Four Corners' powers? If he possessed all of theirs, not only would he be practically unstoppable, but he'd be ruler of the Underworld and evil would have the chance to wipe good out."
"He's not interested in any of that," Robert said. "He's very picky. He's only interested in specific powers that he likes. Not specifically powerful ones. Just ones that he wants to add to his collection."
"How can I stop him?"
"There's a vanquishing spell in the Book."
"Don't tell the others," Sabrina said. "I'd rather take care of this myself."
"Sabrina," he started.
"Please, don't lecture me. I don't want to burden them with my troubles. This is my fight, I'll take care of it."
"But Nexell has taken many witches' powers before yours'," Robert said. "He has many powers inside of him. He'll stop at nothing to take yours'."
"I'll be ready for him," she said. She then left him in the kitchen and walked back to the Altar Room to read up on Nexell.
"Didn't I already tell you that…" Charles started.
"Zip it," Sabrina said. "I'm here for other reasons."
"And what might they be?" he asked.
"None of your business. You wouldn't let me help you, you're not helping me."
"Oh come on, Sabrina," Charles begged. "I wanna help."
"Why don't you worry on that girl you're meant to save."
"I'm working on it. But I have time to spare."
"I don't want your…" She was interrupted by someone orbing into the Altar Room. "...help." She looked at the man questioningly. "Who are you?"
"You're worst nightmare," he said, using his mind to send her flying into a wall.
"How did you get in here?" Charles asked.
"I picked up orbing from a whitelighter," he said. "Just so I could cherish this moment." He formed an electrical charge in his hand and prepared to use it to fry Charles on the spot. He sent the bolt firing straight at him.
"No!" Sabrina yelled, holding her hand out. As she did, an orange gel-like substance shot from her hand and formed a shield between Charles and the bolt of lightning. She stared at it in disbelief. The warlock seemed slightly surprised by this too. Sabrina used this moment of advantage to fire a light beam at him, sending him through a cabinet.
"What's going on?" Millie asked, opening the door. Knowing that he was outnumbered, Nexell blinked out.
"Warlock," Charles said, still shaken up by the incident.
"In the Altar Room?" she asked, surprised.
"He used orbing as a method of good to get in," Sabrina explained. "The orbing must have shielded his evil."
"Bastard," Millie said. "You know what, too much is going on today. Clean up this room and your training for today is over." She walked out of the room to get an aspirin.