Wynonna watched the little girl she was supposed to be babysitting warily across the surface of the dining room table as she similarly eyed her with suspicion. Meanwhile, the boys hovered anxiously from the entryway to the living room. There was definitely an invisible line they were not willing to cross while the two witches had their confrontation but they were likewise too curious not to observe… from a safe distance.

Wynonna did her best to ignore the four spectating boys. She took a breath to ask a question when Jess cut her off,

"This your first rodeo?"

Flummoxed, Wynonna blinked. "W-what?"

Jess rolled her eyes and crossed her tiny arms. "Is this your first time around the track? Your first lifetime?"

Wynonna slowly shrank under the little girl's withering glare. She huffed in frustration. "You're a witch aren't you?"

Confused by how this girl had come to this conclusion, Wynonna answered honestly before she thought better of it. "Um. Yes?"

Jess did not appear surprised in the least by this. "And how exactly do you know those mouthbreathers?" she asked while jabbing a thumb in the direction of the boys, earning a couple of glares.

Now it was Wynonna's turn to huff in frustration. "They found me," she replied testily. "Hang on, how do you know who they are?"

"They dated my sister." Jess shrugged indifferently.

They? All four of them? Wynonna wondered quietly to herself. "Hang on a minute. You're an only child. What sister?"

At this point in the conversation the boys appeared to be growing restless. Reluctantly, Jess waved them inside the kitchen and while they did not appreciate being summoned by a child, they quickly crowded inside the dining room.

"How much do you know about "the Scottish play"? Jess asked the room at large.

Without missing a beat, Dwayne speaks up much to everyone's surprise. "There are three witches in the beginning that give a foreboding prophecy that unfolds throughout the plot."

Jess smirks. "Heh, yeah. You piss off one up-and-coming playwright and suddenly your family gets immortalized forever as three creepy hags that exist only to spell doom and gloom."

Wynonna narrowed her eyes. "Are you talking about Shakespear? The Shakespeare? You knew Shakespear?"

"Not the point I'm trying to make," Jess waved off her question. "The point is that there are three witches. Three. Always."

"And now there's only one…" David intoned, instantly grabbing everyone's attention. The weight of the situation settled uncomfortably onto the room's occupants as they slowly came to realize what this all meant.

"The Widow is gone. October is gone. It isn't a coincidence that we just had a run in with two more witches. " His gaze swept around the room, from his brothers to Wynonna before finally landing on Jess. "Is it?"

She frowned at the attention, annoyed. "Probably not." Tearing away from his intense glare, she focused on the other witch. "You're not from Santa Carla. Why are you here?"

Wynonna blinked rapidly, a little surprised by the question. "Uh, well. That's a little hard to explain."

David leaned two fists on the table, looming threateningly over her. "Try."

Wynonna shrank under his angry aura. "I-I had a vision? Or, well, a dream? I knew I was going to come to Santa Carla one way or another so… I just… did?" Her hands trembled as she struggled to string together a coherent sentence.

Jess tapped her nails against the table and regarded her curiously. "You have the gift of prophecy? Interesting. Maybe Shakespear was onto something after all."

"Why is that interesting?" Paul wondered aloud.

Wynonna sighed, as if in defeat. She pushed away from the table and moved to stand. "Because it's the only edge you have against the Tarot Card Killer."

She left the kitchen and moved to the living room, already aware of what direction that conversation was going.

Everyone followed her to the other room, Jess leading the pack. "You probably already know how this is going to play out, don't you? What aren't you telling us?"

Wynonna bowed her head and covered her face with her hands. Her next words were muffled by her palms. "I… I don't want to fight anyone. Plus, I don't even really have control over this 'gift'," she spat the word sardonically. "You can't just use me as some sort of tool. As crazy as it sounds, we're strangers after all, but we're supposed to be sisters for fucks sake!" She shouted, finally lifting her head from her hands.

Her teary eyes locked with Jess.

"If we keep killing each other, it's just going to feed into a vicious cycle that never fucking ends."

Jess approached her slowly, cautiously, furiously wishing they didn't have a god damned audience. "Sloane may not give you a choice."

Wynonna dug her teeth desperately into her own bottom lip to prevent her next words from spilling out. She knew without a doubt, it would only lead to exactly what she feared. Fuck that, she thought to herself.

Eventually Jess's parents' date night ended and they returned home and it was time for Wynonna to leave. The Lost Boys obviously made themselves scarce before they were seen by the oblivious humans. She could tell they were close by, though. It was likely they weren't quite done with her yet.

The darkened streets were empty and quiet in the suburbs and when the sidewalk ran out of street lights, she paused. Right on cue, the Lost Boys appeared. They weren't happy.

Well, tough, Wynonna thought, bracing herself to stand her ground.

Her bat familiar swooped down and landed on her outstretched hand.

"I'm sorry but I can't help you guys," she told them firmly, ignoring the slight pang of guilt in her chest.

"Can't or won't?" Dwayne snapped at her.

David sneered at her as she pursed her lips and frowned. "Sloane gave us twenty-four hours to get out of town before she came for us. That time is almost up, little witch."

Regret flashed across her face and she tried unsuccessfully to hide it.

Paul took a step forward, his gaze pleading. "Winnie, come on. You already know what's going to happen next. Can't you just, I dunno, give us a hint at least?"

Her bat familiar squeaked in reproach at the question and Wynonna shook her head. "That's not how this is supposed to work. It would be better if I stayed out of it. You…" she trailed off, unsure.

Paul nodded encouragingly and she felt her chest unclench slightly.

"...You have to trust me that everything is going to work itself out. In time. I'm sorry. That's all I can say for now."

Marko placed a steadying hand on Paul's shoulder when his brother visibly deflated at the rejection, an uncharacteristically calculating look on his face. "Can't you at least give us a hint? Something? Anything?"

Wynonna knew it wouldn't help. No matter what she tried to warn them of, it would be too late before they figured it out. She might know exactly what machinations the deranged Sloane had in store for them, but she knew the Lost Boys were going to suffer no matter what. Even if she couldn't directly interfere without adverse consequences, she had to give them something. It was the least she could do. Not that it would make a difference in the long run.

The vampires watched her resolve crumble expectantly. Hope began filling the pit of despair that grew where the cursed tattoo resided over David's heart.

"You've learned this lesson once already…" she started hesitantly, "You reap what you sow."

Dwayne did not appear impressed. "That was unhelpfully cryptic. Can you at least do something about the curse that bitch put on David?"

"Yeah!" Paul and Marko agreed.

She winced. "Sorry, but, no. Only Sloane can do that. I'm pretty sure if I try, it'll be like you're getting stabbed in the heart." Her familiar nuzzled her fingers in a comforting gesture, sensing her helplessness.

David glowered. "Never. Again."

She smiled sadly. "Good luck, boys."

Picking up on her impending exit, David made a quick decision.

Grab her before she gets away! We're taking her with us whether she wants to go or not! he sent the command to the other's thoughts.

As one, they each spread out around the witch and lunged to grab hold of the witch. However, before any of their claws so much as brushed the fabric of her jacket or any of the hairs on her head, her bat familiar leapt into the air above them. The boys were stunned momentarily by the familiar as it seemed to explode in size, its wingspan eclipsing the night sky in an instant.

"What the-"

The encompassing shadow cast by its giant wings blinded them temporarily, the darkness rushing in like a tidal wave and blotting their supernatural sight with inky blackness.

Just as suddenly, light flooded their vision and the darkness withdrew.

"Fuck."

The four vampires no longer stood on the side of a suburban street. Instead, they found themselves in the well lit lobby of their hotel; Wynonna was obviously missing from the circle they had formed.

Marko quirked a brow, crouching posture straightening. "Well, that didn't work."

Smirking, Paul gravitated towards David while resisting the urge to playfully nudge the other blond. "'Grab her'? Seriously?"

David growled at the two younger vampires. They each recoiled at the show of barely restrained aggression. He strode past them and Dwayne towards the front desk.

"It doesn't matter now," he stated grimly. "This is where we make our stand."

Dwayne cast a quick glance at the pile of broken glass and loose sand they had scraped together off the floor and dumped on the front desk before looking towards his leader. His brows knitted together, determination setting his already serious features.

"You heard him," he told the others as he moved to take his place near David.

Marko thoughtfully said, "She's probably not going to use the front entrance."

Paul nodded, appearing equally thoughtful. "She could just randomly pop up out of nowhere. At any time."

David rubbed a hand absentmindedly over the spot where the spider tattoo lay over his heart. "And without any…"

His gaze was drawn to the fountain behind Paul and Marko. He noticed that it was curiously silent and now realized the water had stopped flowing all of a sudden.

"...warning."

Sensing something was off, his brothers turned to see what David's gaze was fixated on.

"Huh," Paul grunted. "That's weird."

"Wonder if this place is falling apart again," Marko shrugged.

David's heart seized painfully in his chest and he rushed around the desk, fangs bared and face vamped out. "She's here."

The vampire's watched as Sloane rose from the still fountain basin, soaking wet and gripping a sword at her side.

She grinned wickedly at the boys, dark makeup running down her ghastly face.

"So you have chosen… death."