Disclaimer: See first chapter

A/N: I hadn't update in a bit but that's because I'm back at school and I'm drowning under all the homework. Anyway, here's the next chapter for your enjoyment.

I don't know if anyone has noticed but in each story at least one character is pushed into the background. It's because while the whole series is about the four of them, each story has a character that is centered on.

The Power Within was centered mostly on Carlie and Jess's relationship and trying to figure out their powers. Demon Hunter was more about Lyndsay in that she was always seeing the missing children, Mallory befriended her etc. The Light of Natrese central character will be Nathan as he is the only character that hasn't done much.


Chapter 3: The Great War

The ceiling was the most interesting thing that was in Nathan's line of sight. Ten pm on a Saturday night and he was stuck at home.

He could hear his mother in the other room, trying to decide what wallpaper she wanted for it. His father was gone again. He suspected he might be having an affair but he didn't care. His mother didn't love him and he didn't need to be a mind reader to know that.

He flicked open his cell phone and closed it again. No one to call today. Everyone had someone or something to do but him. Nothing to do but sleep. He rolled over and closed his eyes.

A beautiful Japanese woman and a handsome Caucasian man were standing on what looked like clouds. She smiled at him playfully and whispered "Long time no see." He pressed his lips against hers and she looked up at him with her chocolate eyes.

"I missed you so much." She spoke Japanese but the man understood.

"So did I. We shouldn't keep hiding like this." He said softly.

"We should run away. Leave all this behind." She said excitedly.

"Tomorrow. But until then we'll stay the night here."

Nathan opened his eyes and smiled dreamily. Was that a wet dream? Nah, the bed was dry. So why was he dreaming about a cliché romance?

He had been watching a lot of daytime soaps. Maybe it was from watching all that? The subconscious was a weird and wondrous place.


Jamelia Chelmsen has had many faces through the course of history. On the wall of times, the vampires depict her as a hideous monstrosity who was a disgrace to the vampires. Lycan's will always describe her as a beautiful gothic woman. In the paintings she is shown with a child and her eyes are yellow and bright. She smiles down upon the Lycan's with a promise of hope to them all.

What is never mentioned in either of the groups texts is that Jamelia was the daughter of Vampire Master Jelon and was almost murdered by him when the future leader of the Lycan movement, Denon, rescued her. The reason is unclear why he tried to murder her but ---

"What are you reading?" Snarled a voice.

Jess looked up and his stomach sunk. His father had always been a frightening figure. Even after battling demon's he still scared Jess but not as much as he used to.

"A book." Jess replied.

"Surprising. I didn't think you read books." He said coldly.

"You learn something new everyday," Jess remarked and stuck the book under his pillow.

"I just wanted to see what you do up here all day, your mother is worried." He added the last part just to inform him that he wasn't particular concerned.

"I'm reading, do you want me to get good marks at school?" He asked.

"I was looking at your marks; I wouldn't say they were brilliant." He drawled.

Jess shrugged. "I'm pretty stupid. I need to read for hours on end to get those grades."

His eyes narrowed at this. "Get downstairs with your mother; she's going to Diagon Alley."

"I don't feel like it." Jess snapped back.

Isaiah took a step forward and before Jess could see it coming, was slapped hard in the face.

"Don't talk to me like that! You get downstairs and go with your mother." His eyes very ablaze and Jess knew not to mess with him.

He jumped off the bed and hurried downstairs. He touched his cheek which he knew was going to bruise.

One day he'd leave all this behind. He'd tell his parents to go fuck themselves and walk out the door. He promised himself that if he ever had children he wouldn't be like his father. He'd love and care for them and never frighten them.

He'd also marry for love, not money like his father. Not because she was a pure blood or powerful. He'd love her and that would be enough.


"I look like a pink fluff ball!" Exclaimed Carlie when she saw herself in the bridesmaids dress.

"You look like a very cute fluff ball," Miranda quipped.

Carlie spun around in front the mirror and examined herself. "The top is hanging too low," She grinned and concentrated. She turned to Miranda. "How do I look?"

Miranda looked up and smiled. While most people adjusted their clothes for their bodies Carlie had done the opposite. She hadn't filled out the top of the dress very well before but she'd used her powers to make her chest big enough to fill out the dress.

"I wish I could do that. You'll never have to worry about your figure you know." She said.

Carlie nodded. "Yep, I can be thirteen forever."

"You can be sixty and have the body of a teenager, now that is a power worth keeping." Miranda laughed.

"How are we doing?" Sara stuck her head. They were at the motel, getting ready for tomorrow's big event.

"Oh you look so lovely!" Sara said and rushed in to give Carlie a hug. "You look so adult. You'll be a heartbreaker for sure."

"I want to see the wedding dress. You have to try it on!" Carlie said.

Sara smiled and shook her head. "You'll just have to wait until tomorrow."

"Aw come on" Carlie stuck out her lower lip. "I'll cry"

"Then cry all you want because I am not wearing it." Sara said.

"Fine." Carlie cross her arms. "I'll just hold my breath until I pass out."

"Good. Then I won't have to put up with you and the rest of the sorceresses." As soon as Miranda said it she gasped.

Sara was looking at her now. "Sorceresses?"

Carlie rolled her eyes. "She means my group of friends at school. We call ourselves the Sorceresses as a joke."

"Oh" Sara smiled. "Makes sense."

Carlie shot Miranda a dirty look before going back to examining herself.

"You look fine so stop fretting. Besides no one you know is going to be there. It's a family affair." Miranda commented.

"Speaking of family, I have to write a letter to Sirius. He's probably really pissed that I haven't written in a while."

"Who's serious?" Sara asked.

Miranda sighed. Sometimes she wanted to tell Sara the entire truth. That she was a witch, so was Carlie, about the Sorceresses Circle, about what happened between her and Sirius.

"He's my dad." Carlie didn't know why she told Sara that. Perhaps it was because that despite there was no blood connecting them, she felt Sara was like family.

Sara was surprised by this. "You're in contact with him?" She asked.

Carlie nodded. "Since the beginning of last year, he's in prison."

"Oh" Sara didn't say anymore. Carlie knew that she shouldn't have told Sara but she felt that keeping too much secret would eventually crack her.


"Good morning Lyndsay, apple of my eye, or should I say grape?" Hector whispered softly in her ear.

"Go away. Need sleep." She groaned and turned over.

"Rise and shine. It's really late." He said.

Lyndsay looked at her watch that was sitting on the side table. "It's seven thirty! That is not late!" She snapped.

He laughed and floated just above her head. "Come on Lynds. I want to show you something."

Lyndsay buried her head under the pillow as her Aunt burst in. "Rise and Shine Lyndsay! You can't waste a beautiful day like this!"

Hector laughed but Aunt Millie did not hear him. "You should go exploring. It's a great way to get exercise and fresh air!"

"Yes come on Lyndsay, I have a big surprise for you," Hector said in a sing song voice.

Lyndsay groaned and rolled out of bed. Hector would leave her alone. He was always there when she went to sleep and when she woke up. The only time she could ever get any peace was in the shower.

She realized he must have been very lonely. He'd had no one to talk to in over a decade. And here she was, seeing and hearing him.

She eventually managed to get herself breakfast and have a shower before Hector could show her his surprised. He led her through some scrub and she was complaining that she could just orb there. Hector knew who she was, she'd told him after the third meeting.

He enjoyed hearing tales of her and the rest of her friends as they battled demons and god knows what.

"It's just through here Lyndsay," He called.

She pushed through the low hanging branches and gasped when she saw what he wanted to show her.

It was a spring. A beautiful spring that took Lyndsay's breath away. "I used to take Millie here. We skinny dipped here once."

Lyndsay laughed and kicked off her shoes. She dipped her toes in and felt the cold water. It was just perfect, the perfect romantic setting.

"Do you like it?" Hector asked.

Lyndsay smiled and turned to him. "It's beautiful. Hector if you weren't dead I would hug you."

His face fell as she said it. "I wish I could hug you Lyndsay."

She felt her face flush as he said it. He couldn't be falling for her; it was just an unnatural obsession because she was the only one who could see her.

"I should get back, Aunt Millie will be worried." Lyndsay tried for a lame save. She couldn't stay with him. Ghost's had unlikely powers and she didn't want to mess with him.

"Lyndsay don't be afraid of me. I can't hurt you and from what you've told me, you're able to take care of yourself." He said.

"Hector I know you're excited about me seeing you but you don't feel anything for me. What you're feeling is obsessive."

He shook his head. "Lyndsay I know the difference between feelings and I am attracted to you. Your funny, beautiful and remind me so much of Millie."

"This is about Millie. You don't care for me. You're just lonely." Lyndsay was about ready to orb back to the house when he seemed to realize how much he was freaking her out.

"Go home Lyndsay. Until then." He smiled and disappeared.

Lyndsay sighed. A ghost was in love with her. Could her life get anymore complicated?"