A/N: Thanks sooo much to Haru-lover09, my first review. You're awesome, and this chapter is dedicated to you! 3 Enjoy!

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The Second Witches

(Salem Smoke's POV)

My face was a tight grimace as I entered the SingleEarth headquarters with my elder sister, Caryan, and my other 'sister' Daley. The aura of the vampires, although not strong, was unpleasant against my skin. I shuddered, bringing Caryan's attention to me.

"Salem, what's wrong?" She asked in her clam, peaceful voice. I frowned, and shook my head in anger, my dark brown hair falling into my face. I closed my eyes, trying to contain myself. A vampire came over, wondering what was wrong, and tried to push into my mind to clam me.

Irrationally, I suppose, I attacked the vampire. This, of course, wasn't something a Smoke was supposed to even know how to do, but I wasn't a typical Smoke, was I? The vampire girl got thrown back against a wall by the flow of power I shot at her. Caryan cried out and rushed to the vamp's side.

"Nissa, are you okay?" I heard her ask. Meanwhile, Daley turned to look at me. She had a hint of surprise in her gaze, but mostly understanding. She walked across the room to meet me, but before she could ask me anything, Caryan was back. "What was that!" She yelled. I rolled my silver eyes upwards, bored by her already. "Smokes are healers, Salem, not hunters. Why would you attack a person trying to help you?" I snapped out of my daze and glared at her.

"Believe me, I could never hurt a person trying to help me. But incase you forgot, sister, that isn't a person. It's a vampire." My words were seeped in venom as they rushed out of my mouth.

Everyone in the building went silent at my remark. They had never known a Smoke to act so angrily, so violently. I shook my head again.

"That's what's wrong, Caryan. You walk among these beasts, treating them like a human. What's to stop them from losing their battle with their bloodlust and deciding that you look like a tasty snack? What's keeping them from going out and taking a human life tonight? You've read the Vida records, Caryan. You know that these vamps aren't as innocent as you try to make them. No matter what morals they claim to have now, they weren't always this 'good.' They've all taken a human life, and you know that just as well as I do."

It felt so good to finally get my feelings out. However, everybody didn't seem as alleviated by my words. Caryan's eyes filled up with tears. The vampire's onyx gazes held pity; pity at the fact that I was so simple that I couldn't understand. I turned my back and left the building, my aura full of anger and rage.

(Daley Light's POV)

I couldn't believe Salem finally got out what she wanted to say. She hated coming to SingleEarth with our sister. I looked at the faces around me, all numb with shock or disbelief. I laughed slightly, shook my head, and followed my sister out the door.

Salem definitely wasn't the normal Smoke. Of course, I wasn't either. I didn't even look like any of the other Smokes. My hair was a deep auburn color, my eyes were crimson. I also seemed to be gifted with beauty. I'm not saying this in a conceited way, either. I can't tell you how many times I walk down the street in just plane sweat pants and get honked at. It's insane.

I met Salem at her car, where she seemed to be still calming down. She had a death grip on the steering wheel; her knuckles were white. "Salem, chill." I said smoothly. She looked up at me, anger still flaring about her.

"I just...I just don't get it." She said angrily. Personally, neither could I. How could any self-respecting witch walk among those beasts? Salem shook her head. "Anyway, Mother just called. She wants us home, now." I sighed and slid into the seat. Salem gunned the motor, sending us speeding towards our house.

"Salem, go to your room, please. I need to talk to Daley." Mother said when we entered the house. Salem sighed and rolled her eyes, stomping up the stairs to her bedroom. I looked at my mother, a question in my gaze.

"Daley, why don't you sit down?" Mother asked, ushering me into a kitchen chair. She sat down across from me and grabbed my hand. "Daley, there's something very important you need to know. I didn't want to tell you this now," she began, "but Dominique decided it was time. Daley, you are not a Smoke. You are the last of the Light line. The very last Light witch."

A/N: Well, there you go! Hope you enjoyed, and R&R! I'll try to get the next chapter posted within the next two days, but I have a science project...and my semi formal! I'm soooo excited!