Chapter 2

Kara sat down on the couch with a thing of egg roles. She began stuffing them in her mouth when a spooky accented voice leaned down in her ear and whispered "You're going to loose your girlish figure". Kara screamed and prepared to blaze who ever it was.

"Damian! You stupid!" She yelled.

He laughed at her and held up some flies. "Come on, Vesper said if we didn't get these things done partially before she got back. She was gonna ice both of us." He set the folders on the coffee table and Kara started cleaning up her mess.

"Well, if the little ice queen wants to pitch a hissy fit let her." Kara growled really upset. She was trying to reach an egg role under the couch.

"They're coordinated by clique," he informed her pulling up a little pillow for him to sit on. He opened up gothic girls records. After looking her over, he stated, "she seems a likely candidate", He showed Kara the picture and then went and got his laptop and punched her name, age date of birth into the computer. "But alas, I am a Goth with no prior record of anything witch-y at all" he groaned.

"Did you check her family?" Kara asked picking up another file folder with Punk scrawled across the front. She grabbed her laptop and punched in his data. "Well, this one's got juvenile records, along with drugs." She said. "You know, wouldn't it be terrible strange if we found a drug ring instead of an occult." She asked Damian just shrugged and continued to work on his project.

Soon Vesper returned home and started helping the two already working agents. They got half way through all the punk's and gothic people they to no avail, with minor exception of one girl who had a small magical record of an uncle who practiced black arts. They put her into a different file than all the others. Suddenly Kara came across the McQuaid brother's profile, Tommy's in particular. A small smile crossed her lips as she grabbed the picture and slid the files under the couch.

"Well my little ice princess and fellow night walker, it's late, I'm tired and we have school tomorrow, so I am now going to bed." Kara got up and left to go upstairs. She went into the large room that held all strange magical objects. She went over to a glass case, pulled a key out of her pocket and unlocked the case. She reached for a goblet with some Hinthian words written on them. Then she went over to another part of the room that had powders in all kinds of funny shaped glasses. She picked one that had a spiraling neck filled with a silver powder.

Vesper watched as her twin walk up the stairs. "That's odd," She said looking at Damian. "It's only mid night, Kara usually hangs out until at least 3 in the morning." Suddenly she felt a very magical sensation hang in the house. "Come on Damian let's go make sure she's not being evil"

Kara poured the sand in the goblet then put the picture in. It wasn't really magical, per say, it was more a symbol than anything else was. Kara sat cross-legged in front of the goblet. She was nearly starting when Vesper barged in the room. "KARA!" She yelled.

"WHAT? I'm not doing anything!" Kara held her hands up in defense.

"Then why is Grandpa Sabin's goblet on the floor?" She asked accusingly.

"I was…" She looked around the room. "Dusting"

"You dust, don't make me laugh." Vesper shot.

"Well, it's not like I did anything bad! I have Hinthain powers why can't I use them." Kara hissed.

"We're not allowed and you know it. Doing stuff like this could damage someone irrefutably."

"Don't try and intimidate me with big words you heartless little goody two shoes ice princess!" Kara yelled getting angry.

"Stuff it you horrid little demonic fire diva!"

"It's not like I did anything wrong! Sabin did the same thing to Grandma Raven and she's all right!" Kara yelled picking up a large orb to chuck at her sisters head. Vesper anticipated her sister's move and ducked. Damian had just turned to go see what the twins were arguing about, when a very large orb came at his head. He didn't see it in time to duck and it ended up knocking him off his feet and giving him a bloody nose. "Oh My STARS!" They yelled in unison.

Both girls ran over to him and helped him up. "Damian you all right." Kara asked. They helped him into a chair. He leaned his head back and groaned.

"Next time you two wanna duke it out, please do it some where that I won't get hurt" He moaned and both girls immediately felt guilty. Vesper ran to the linen closet to retrieve towels while Kara ran down the stairs to the kitchen to get ice. They both returned with treatment in hand. He put the towel up to his face and howled in pain.

Damian sat on the couch with his head tilted back as Zariel Harcos ran her slender fingers over his nose. "Yup" She said "Most definitely broken". There was a collective groan. "But, I can fix that"

Suddenly the phone rang. Zariel lost concentration and jerked pulling Damian's nose with her. He howled again, "O, I'm so sorry" the older woman replied trying to hold back a giggle.

"Who was it?" Vesper asked as Kara returned to the room.

"Chief, he wants us to patrol" Kara said. "I'll go if you wanna stay with Damian," She offered getting her coat and shoes.

"Well, if you think you're all right, I don't really mind, I'm tired anyway." Vesper said and she sat down on the couch and found the remote.

"Yea, I'm good." Kara gave her departing aunt a hug and left to go on a nightly patrol.

Tom Hanson lifted the large ball and sent it flying down the wooden lane. He turned to Doug Penhall and Harry Ioki. "MAN, I can't seem to get anything right tonight." He grumbled and sat down next to them.

"Compared to when?" Harry asked jokingly. Hanson just looked up and glared at him.

"How did I let you talk me into this? I could be cruising the bars looking for hot dates. Instead, I'm here with you watching you bowl bad."

"Well, you're the one who came here. Not me." Hanson declared, earning a glare from Penhall. "Well, that was the last one, I'm ready to go are you?"

"YES!" Penhall shouted literally jumping from his chair. Ioki and Hanson just rolled there eyes and followed the over eager man out.

Kara walked quickly but carefully scanning everything going on around her. She kept a mental note of where she was going, but was detoured by two stray creatures. She followed them, detained them and called the chief to come pick them up. She didn't hang around for long. She continued on her patrol.

Soon she didn't recognize her surroundings. Kara reached into her jacket pocket for a map and searched for where she was. She looked up and found herself in a bowling alley parking lot. "Ah well, when in Rome" She said. She continued walking until she bumped into some one. "Mick" She said in a condensing tone.

"Well, hello Kara" He said quietly. "You're alone."

"Do you see any one else with me?" She asked in a stringed tone.

"No" He replied.

"Are we behaving ourselves Mick?" She asked.

A mischievous grin crossed his face. "We were" Suddenly he attacked her. The force of his attack sent Kara backwards onto the concrete. They both skidded across the ground. It took all of Kara's power to not scream. She did the next best thing; she grabbed Mick and attempted to burn him. However, it was to no avail. He was a fire starter and immune to the flame. Mick laughed in her face and picked her up off the ground. "Go ahead, Kara, flame up" He taunted. She kicked, clawed, and did everything in her power (human and otherwise) to get him off. Nothing worked, so Kara screamed.

Tom, Doug and Harry walked out of the bowling alley. They chatted quietly. "HELP ME SOMEBODY!" The three men ran in the direction of the screaming. There stood an ugly old man attacking a young woman. The man looked to them then at his victim and ran away. Doug chased after him firing his gun.

Tom and Harry looked at the girl on the ground, who seemed to be crying. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered. There was nothing like being attacked in the middle of the night and not being able to help yourself. "Hey, are you all right?" He crooned reaching out to her.

Kara knew the voice. It was Tommy McQuaid. "Well there goes my cute act," she thought ruefully. She sensed him reaching out to her and jerked away. "Please don't touch me," She muttered. If he touched her, surely she would burn his hand.

Tom pulled back, he recognized the voice, but from where. "Hey look I'm not going to hurt you." He whispered trying to gain the girls trust.

After a few minutes, Kara felt herself cool down enough to be touched. She pulled her scuffed up hands away from her semi burnt face. She allowed a few last minute tears to leave her face and burn as they got close to her cheeks. She looked up at Tom and then to the guy next to him. Doug returned claiming the guy got away. Tom turned slightly towards him with an acknowledgement. He had recognized Kara by her blue eyes and the little mole she had under the right one.

"Are you all right?" He asked reaching a tentative out to her. She reached up and took it his hand allowing him help to her feet.

"Yes, I'm fine" She replied trying not to touch him too much.

"Well, what are you doing out here?" He asked looking her over. She was burnt in some places and had large cuts in others.

"I could ask you the same thing McQuaid." She did not really know a good answer, and that point did not care.

"Picking on little rich kids." Doug answered trying to stay in character. "Ya know they're so fun to push around." She nodded and rubbed her hands together.

"Oh no!" She said getting worried. Her face flushed of all color "My ring" She dropped to all fours and swept her hands over the ground.

"Whoa, calm down, babe! Your hurt and we should get you somewhere." Doug said. She glared at him.

"No, I need this ring, my parents would kill me if I lost it!" She shouted still searching. "It's one of a kind I can never get another one like it! It's a blue diamond cut stone in a silver setting." She described the ring while feeling around her finger.

"Like this?" Tom asked holding up the precious object. Kara was relieved. He handed it to her, but what she did next he was unprepared for. She hugged him tightly. When she pulled away, Hanson had to remove the hot necklace from around his neck. It was suddenly on fire.

Ioki had called a cab and was already on his way home. He had left the three under cover agents standing the parking lot. "So, uh you want us to take you to a hospital?" Tom asked looking at her cuts and burns.

"NO HOSPTALS! I hate doctors." She said, thinking that the only hospital she knew where she could be treated was in Jersey and they would not let him inside so no, no hospitals. It was hard enough as was to stay a secret with out endangering herself or her mission like that. "Besides, I need to get cleaned up, I can't come to school looking like this." She joked and winced as an icy pain shot up her leg. She shrugged and started walking in the direction she had come.

Tom ran to catch up with her. "Well, you can come over to our house, we got stuff to clean you up with." Tom offered. "Or lemme phrase it like this, my house is not to far from here, and it's not safe for you to be walking at night."

Kara sighed. He did make sense, but her independent pride just would not cave. "No, I'm fine Ves is going to wonder where I'm at if I don't get home soon." She took another step but her leg faltered and she found herself on the ground AGAIN looking up at Tom. She sighed and walked back with him to his car.

"Yo stupid get in lets go!" Penhall yelled from the back seat of the Mustang. Tom opened the door and Kara got in the car. "Whoa, what's she doing here?" he asked annoyed. She seemed to favor Tom and not him. That really did annoy Doug, who thought that he was God's gift to the world. Kara gave him her devil look.

TBC...

forgot about this one for a bit, been over in the patriot fandom... go check out my story plz...

Thank you Ghostwriter for your review it's reminded me of to finish posting.