Authors Note: Hello, and welcome to my fanfiction! ^_^

Last chapter was Kara's first attempt at making an original rap and it was also my first time writing one! It was a fun challenge for both of us! As always, please leave some positive feedback over here! Enjoy!

-XxxDracoMalphasxxX, the Author

Chapter 4: A Farmer Refunded

Well as it turned out she was a bright spot in an insane world. "Beautiful and talented? This can't be the same girl! Prove the haters wrong, go and get yourself some fame girl, and the world's gonna know your name! What's your name, girl?"

CAA-ROOK-A-DOOODLE-DOOOO!

"Ugh," Kara groaned. She spat out a stray piece of straw and slowly and groggily got to her feet. Having spent the night on the floor of a barn was not what she thought she signed up for when she took this mission. Great job mom, she thought, send me hurtling into the past with no food or money.

Ugh, her mother was so stupid and useless sometimes. She loved her mother, sure, like anyone loves their mom but sometimes she was so passive aggressive and obsessed with her job. When she drank she could just forget the essential things like packing a lunch or picking her up from magick school. She was a pretty bad parent but hopefully Kara wouldn't need her now that she had Alex in her life.

And now her mother's forgetfulness-bordering-on-neglect had led to her stranded in 1776 with no money, no food, and no way to go back home. Kara pushed away the stray chickens who had nested on top of her bag and started digging through for something useful.

"Ok let's see...grimoire, cauldron, not very helpful. Oh, a chalice! But nothing to drink. Eye of newt, wing of bat, burin...burin? Not sure how or why I'd even use that one.
Oh human blood vial, well at least the chalice won't go to waste. Bezoar, let's hope I don't get hungry enough to digest that a second time...an athame and a boline, well maybe I can just mug someone, right, Ciel? Could've sworn I packed some crysta- AH WAIT! Ciel!?"

"Mrow," the cat meowed.

"Oh Ciel, I'm so glad to see your stupid fuzzy face," she cried as she squeezed the fluffy fur ball. "You must've stowed away in my bag you big naughty kitty."

"Mrow," the cat replied.

"You're absolutely right! There no reason why an expert witch and her loyal familiar can't solve this little problem of ours! Why if we put our powers together we can do anything!"

"Mrow," the cat said.

"Of course, the Grimoire!"

Kara brushed the chicken feathers from her sacred tome, "Grimoire for Invoking the Morally Dubious, Second Edition," a book of black magicks filled with spells and incantations so forbidden that to even speak the words aloud would drive a man insane. But luckily, she was a girl.
She flipped past pages of demons, each more horrible than the last. Malphas, Destroyer of Kingdoms; Paimon, Knower of Secrets; Letterheart, Drinker of Blood; Egloglogagog, the 800-mouthed, 900-tongued Devoruer of Worlds; Erenos, the Weaver; The Sunken Ones, blah blah blah blah blah!

None of them were what she was- WAIT THAT'S IT!

"Turning straw into gold! All I need is some blood, a bezoar, a lock of hair, and- ugh where am I supposed to get a human pinky finger?"

BLLEEECCCHHH!

"Ah, thanks Ciel, just what we needed!" she said as she wiped the saliva off. Putting all of the ingredients into her cauldron, along with a whole heck of a lot of straw, she began the spell.

POOF!

In the cauldron where once was hay now sat a large pile of solid gold coins! She collected as many as her pockets would carry, paid the very confused farmer who lived there for letting her sleep in the barn, and went off into the city to meet up with Alex and the guys, her trusty familiar in toe.

It's midnight, the previous night before. A dark figure stands in a pitch black room, illuminated only by the midnight moonlight. He removes his hood to reveal...it's Aaron Burr!

"Ugh, I couldn't stand hanging out with those fools for another moment. And that Kara girl...I've never seen such raw talent before. It was impressive, but she is still only human. So Kara has arrived in 1776 and she's just as powerful as I feared. No matter for us, though. She will perish the same as the rest of them," he said to the darkness.

"Yes," replied a voice from the dark. A figure steps in the moonlight to reveal a teenage girl with tangled pale blonde hair that looked almost artificial. She had blood red scarlet eyes, sharpened teeth, and exuded an evil energy. She held up her hand to reveal an intricate pentacle with a spider web-like pattern carved deep into the flesh of her palm.

Burr removed his eyepatch to reveal...the same symbol carved into his eyeball!

"I was thinking, they are fools, but that Hamilton boy, Alexander. I see a bit of myself in him. Perhaps we could spar-ah AAH AUAUGHAHHHGAGGHHHHH!" Burr screamed as the pentacle in his eye gowed violet, causing a searing white pain in his head, nearly turning him blind with agony.

"I'm sorry. What was that, Aaron Burr? Sir?"

"nnnn….nnnn...NOTHING! It was nothing. Just foolishness, your evilness," he managed to get out.

The pain stopped. Burr dropped to the ground panting.

"Good. For your sake, I hope no more foolishness tumbles out."

Burr said nothing, he just struggled to his feet.

"This Kara situation is getting out of hand. I think it's time for some foreign intervention. Heh. HEheh. HEHEHEHE.

MWEHEAHEHEHAHEAH!"

To be continued . . . .