This is a fanfic, I don't own Netflix's Chilling Adventures of Sabrina.
This fanfic will more or less take place in the 1960's/70's, like the comic. Not that it will follow the comic… really didn't like the opening of it.
Anyways, this is my rather AU take on what the series could have been.
[Cross-posting from Lycelia]
Chapter OneHe clasped the necklace around my neck. "I love you, Sabrina."
"I love you too." It was the first time we'd said the words but it felt so good to hear and say them that I wasn't sure anymore why we'd waited. I couldn't hold myself back from jumping into his arms for a kiss, not that I wanted to hold back.
He kissed my neck, fire racing through my veins as his lips brushed up towards my ear. "You're my goddess, Sabrina."
It was such a corny line but in this moment it didn't feel corny at all. In fact it felt just as thrilling as when he said he loved me. Moreso even. It was so intoxicating that I slumped against him, shuddering all over.
"Sabrina?" Harvey stopped kissing my ear but I still couldn't respond, still gripped by the passion of this new sensation.
It took eternity or the single beating of my heart to figure out what was flowing through my body: power. Magic, perhaps. It felt like the rush I felt when casting a spell but more pure, and ever so much more grand. It was so strong it felt like fire inside me. I was sure that if I held it in any longer it would burn me from the inside out. And so I let it free. Not all of it, but even a half measure felt like more power than I'd ever channeled with all my spells combined.
"Sabrina what's happening!?" Harvey held me tight as I shook from the power I was channeling. Meanwhile the world changed around us. Seeds grew tall, flowers blossoming to give seed before dying only for their seeds to replace them. Trees grew as well, sprouting in the open field to grow tall and thick around us. Unlike normal trees they turned their leaves and flowers towards me instead of the sun, branches extending towards me but not too closely as if the power exuded from my skin was too much for them to fully handle.
"Sabrina, your eyes!" He pushed me back and held me arm's length. His sudden repudiation of me hurt, both inside and out. The power inside me was petering out and I clamped down on it to keep any more from escaping me. But even with a small pool of it still inside me I could feel my high fracturing against my boyfriend's terror. I still had the urge to channel the power that remained but as a teenager I was hardly unfamiliar with combating urges, and in this case I was successful.
"Wh—," I coughed, clearing my throat. I felt tongue-tied as if I'd just woken from a long nap, but I swiftly regained control. "What's wrong with my eyes?" It felt silly to ask about my eyes when I'd just let out the secret that I was a witch in an astoundingly blatant fashion, but I was far from firing on all cylinders.
"They… they're fine now." He released my shoulders and took a cautious step backwards. "But they were white, Sabrina, entirely white. And this?" He gestured to the circle of wild growth around us. "What the hell is going on?"
"It's complicated. I mean, I'm not, I'm not sure." I wasn't normally so flatfooted but my silver tongue was absent now, when I needed it the most.
My answer did nothing to calm him. If anything it only made him more agitated. "What? Which is it? What — what are you?"
This wasn't the way I wanted him to find out. I wasn't sure I'd ever wanted him to find out what I was. I'd dreamed of being able to be with him while being my true self but I hadn't ever let myself truly believe that it would ever happen. I hoped though, now more than ever, that this revelation wouldn't end as badly as my nightmares.
"I'm a witch." I could see his disbelief. Even with everything he'd just seen his first instinct as a mortal was to deny the existence of the supernatural, to deny me. I couldn't let that happen. "Magic is real. Watch."
My unexpected explosion of magical power had done a number on the path to the Spellman family mortuary. The nearby area was forest instead of field and the brick path was crumbled half to dust. I couldn't imagine how I'd explain it to my aunts, but at the very least I could do my best to clean it up and show Harvey my true self at the same time.
I took a moment to gather a rhyme, brain still frazzled by what I'd experienced. "Like above, so below, like the river let this path flow."
For half a second I thought my spell would work like always, either a slow and faltering success or nothing at all. But unlike all my previous spells this time I had that small pool of more potent energy eager to be used. It flooded out unbidden, mixing with my normal magic to create an effect quite unlike the parting of trees I'd imagined.
I screamed and grabbed hold of Harvey as brick and earth turned to mud. Trees fell all around us as dirt and stone flowed like water, only a flickering shield of gold saving us from being crushed as my pool of power dwindled to nothing.
Harvey and I struggled to find purchase as the river of mud slowed, earth thickening with every second. We grabbed at anything we could find, desperate to escape the prison forming around us as it grew harder and harder to breathe. Harvey reached the safety of a fallen tree first and looked back at me. My soul cringed at the look in his eyes but then I felt born anew as he reached out his hand and pulled me from the earth.
"You saved me."
"And you nearly killed us both. But you weren't lying, you really are a witch. Amazing." He said amazing but there was nothing appreciative about the way he said it.
The harsh look in his eyes was so far removed from the love he'd granted me just minutes ago that I wanted to cry. I did cry. Silent tears as I fought to keep my voice from quaking. "I didn't mean to. My spells — they aren't normally like that. I'm just a half-witch, on my father's side. My magic is supposed to be weak; I don't know what happened."
He looked incredulous. "You really didn't mean to do any of this?" His stance softened, but the loving acceptance I silently prayed to the Dark Lord for didn't come. "You're dangerous, Sabrina. I need to think about this."
I cried harder as he walked away, his steps taking him far around the unnatural growth. I resisted the need to run after him to plead forgiveness, but it was harder to resist the urge to wipe away his memories of these last few awful minutes. It would mean we could go back to how we used to be, before this unintended revelation of my heritage. It was also what I was supposed to do. Well, that or kill him, which I would never do. Mortals weren't supposed to know about witches.
The words to wipe his memory wouldn't come. As bad as this was, the thought of it ever happening again was more than I could bear. If I had to go through this heartbreak again I swore I would rather die. But that wasn't all that stopped me. I wasn't sure that the spell would work, not like it was supposed to at least. After the monumental failure of my path opening spell I couldn't be sure that a simple memory spell wouldn't wipe away his memories entirely instead of just the last few minutes.