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Lillian paced back and forth the little shack, her mind swirling around with angry thoughts. She hated him. That evil, manipulative man-beast-or-whatever the hell he was.

He should never had separated her from her children. Or entered into the house that belonged to her coven, killing many witches that meant so much to her, especially Zoe, Queenie and Bubbles. That was one big fucking mistake! She ground her teeth together and continued her angry pacing.

"I should have killed him when I had the chance," Lillian muttered bitterly as she bit back the tears that wanted to fall. She would not cry this time. What good did it do last time? Micheal made it specifically clear that he didn't care about her, or her emotions. He did put her into a fucking coffin and left her inside a bunker to rot. Who knows how long she'd still be there if it wasn't for her mother.

Before Madison left to watch over Mallory and Coco. She'd roughly explained to Lillian about an organization called The Cooperative who now took orders from Micheal, after realizing he was the son of the devil who they all sold their souls to.

The Cooperative was a group of government officials who knew first-hand about the apocalypse and had built ten fallout shelters from the nuclear blast. There was also a list of people that were already chosen for each outpost. They were either people that'd financed the operation or people that had something special about their genetic pattern.

Outpost 3 was one of the ten shelters that used to be a school for exceptional young men, where warlocks were taught to control their magic. But a year ago Micheal had operated an attack to the warlock coven, killing everyone. So now the shelter belonged to The Cooperative who converted it into a fallout shelter when realizing that world war III was going to implode.

Lillian was told that Micheal would be posted at that shelter, as well as her mother's secret weapon... Mallory. Who Mrytle had sneaked on the list, along with Coco, another witch who was new to the coven. Lillian didn't know much about Mallory, but from their short encounters, she could tell the young witch was very sweet and kind, and that her mother found her very special. She heard Mallory could heal animals and even human wounds, and had a gift for turning blue flower pedals into beautiful butterflies. That girl was more than special, she was like an angel.

Lillian stopped pacing and glanced towards her mother's sleeping form. She was shifting and twisting, which caused the sheets to crumble beneath her. Lillian's brows furrowed, but then she narrowed her eyes to the floor.

"When will she wake up?" She asked, turning to face the orange haired witch.

"I don't know, dear. It seems her condition has gotten worse since she used up most of her magic to undo the spell that was cast upon you..." Myrtle paused and gave a sad look. "She needs you, Lillie. You need to reach out to her. Tell her what you told us about Micheal. She's at her weakest point, and she's letting him get to her. Only you can take her out of that dark place. Reassure her mind."

"How?"

"You need your powers, Lillie," Mrytle implied.

Lillian's eye's widened for a brief second, then she hastily shakes her head, "You know I can't control it, Mrytle. It's too risky,"

"Listen, dear, it's a matter of life and death. You have no other choice," her reply was very courteous.

Only Cordelia, Myrtle, and her grandmother knew about her powers and why they were locked away - well most of it, anyways. And Lillian knew that bringing them back only meant trouble. But Myrtle had a point. Even though Lillian's powers were extraordinary and dangerous, she was now old enough to learn how to control them. It had been so long since she stored them away under a spell her mother and grandmother had helped her with. But now that her grandmother was no longer with them and her mother was unconscious, she'd need Mrytle's help, along with another witch.

Lillian drew a deep breath and sighed in defeat. "Okay. I'll do it," she said as she gave one last glance towards Cordelia. Her mother was sweating profusely as she kicked and twisted in her sleep. Lillian could see tears running down her mother's cheeks as she mumbled something under her breath that Lillian couldn't quite catch. But by just looking at her, it made Lillian's heart squeeze in agony.

'Hang in there mom, I promise, I will get you out.'

[Four hours later]

"I don't see anything happening. Are you sure this isn't all in your head?" Madison said in a fatigue tone.

Lillian had to suppress the urge to throttle the annoying witch, but instead, she ignored her and tried to focus on whatever light or aura she could grasp onto. But she couldn't feel anything. Although, somewhere deep down, she could still feel them - her powers - but they were very faint.

Lillian grunted and opened her eyes. "I don't know what's happening," She said frustrated, as she unlinked their hands. "It's not working."

"It's okay, dear." She felt a hand on her shoulder. "It takes time. Just be patient," Mrytle reassured her with a gentle squeeze.

Lillian turned to face the orange haired witch, feeling her temper rise for a change. "Patience? We don't have time for that, Mrytle. I can't bear it anymore. It's been hours seeing her in that condition, can't you see that she's bloody suffering. I need to get her out. Now!" Her body was shaking as she felt a cold shiver run through her.

They were standing inside a circle with candles on the outline and one in the center. They'd been doing this ritual for almost two hours and a half, chanting foreign words that rolled of their tongues as if it was a native language.

"Not to sound like a bitch or anything, but how long is this stupid thing going to take?" Madison asked, tapping her foot impatiently as she folded her arms across her chest.

Lillian gave Madison the most haunting glare, which made her swallow hard as she averted her gaze to the ceiling but not before rolling her eyes.

"I-I need to clear my head," Lillian grunted, running her hand through her blonde hair. While she was in that sleeping spell, her medium length hair had grown, and was now flowing down the middle of her back.

"Take as much time as you want, your highness," Madison jeered.

Lillian didn't take mind of the spiteful witch, and walked straight out of the shack.

She sat down on the balcony and watched the soft ripples of the lake that surrounded the shack. Her gaze then shifted to the sky, it was covered with dark grey clouds. It looked like it was going to start raining soon. Lillian loved the rain, she loved how it felt on her skin. The cold wetness always soothed her mind.

Lillian shut her eyes and listened to the birds chirping in the trees. She breathed deeply, smelling soil, grass and flowers. Then something unexplainable happened. She felt something inside her trying to claw its way out. Her eyes fluttered open and her head lifted towards the sky. She could feel it, the touch of her powers reaching out to her. It wanted to be released.

She quickly stood up, and walked back into the shack. Mrytle was sitting on the edge of the bed, near Cordelia's leg, and Madison stood in the corner of the shack on her phone.

"Let's try again," Lillian spoke determined to succeed this time.

The two witches turned to look at her. Myrtle looked pleased as Madison looked bored out of her brains. Together they walked towards the circle and as they entered past the line, the candle flames grew. Lillian glanced at the other two witches who had on the same stunned look as her. They then immediately joined hands and closed their eyes.

Words were exchanged and it didn't take long until Lillian felt it, that powerful feeling that shook her whole body. She felt lighter, her mind clearer and her emotions intact. She grasped onto a tiny little box in the center of her mind, as she neared it, the box opened. A smile etched her lips as she stared wondrously at the beautiful blue light. It then entered her with such strong force.

Lillian's eye's flickered open, her body slowly lifted into the air, head tilted back and arms stretched out. After awhile, her body then lowered to the ground. And as her feet touched the ground, she almost buckled over if it wasn't for Mrytle's fast reflexes.

"What the hell was that?" Madison asked baffled.

"That, my dear, is her powers... They're back," Mrytle replied with a small smile.

When Lillian was small, she always thought her magic was a curse because she saw things that no one else could. Scary things like: demons, ghosts and even evil spirits. She even found out what they all wanted, what they craved most... it was a taste of her power. And the key to that was through her blood. But none of them had ever gotten close enough to touch her. It was forbidden.

With her powers, Lillian could enter into another realm. This had occured only once by coincidence, that was when she was six and the experience was beyond awful. She discovered another world, but a much darker one where there was no ounce of light. She witnessed people chained up like dogs, tortured and scared, and she could hear the screams and cries of lost souls that were scattered everywhere. She also noticed that there were many routes in that realm that all looked the same to her, and because of that she almost lost her way home, but lucky, she heard the voice of her mother calling for her, and she instantly followed it.

Lillian snapped out of the trance she was under. Her gaze landed on Cordelia and her lips trembled. She walked and stood at her mother's side, grabbed a hold of her hand and furrowed her brows. "I'm coming, mom."

I'm sorry, no Micheal in this chapter but he'll definitely appear in the next one. Fuck! I know this chapter was so boring and the grammar was really bad. Forgive me Langdon Worshippers.