Morning eventually came and Octavia had relocated to the kitchen sometime in the middle of the night, she sat at the island, still with the book of shadows glued to her hands. She read bits and pieces of it, but there was a lot of missing context, therefor she wasn't able to fully comprehend its information. Octavia bounced back and forth on whether she believed the book of shadows was merely a work of fiction, or if it was actually what it stated to be - a book of witchcraft. But, who would possibly keep a book of witchcraft within their home? Octavia had absolutely no idea.
Raven was usually the first one to wake up in the morning, she had work and had to be up early. The eldest sister knew exactly what she wanted to do with her life career wise - become a mechanic, and that's exactly why she works in an auto garage.
Clarke would then usually wake up anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour after Raven - unlike Raven however, she didn't have work but instead took college classes. Clarke didn't really know what she wanted to do with herself just quite yet, she was thinking somewhere along the lines of a social worker or a police officer.
When Clarke entered the kitchen that morning for her routine coffee and breakfast, she was startled to see Octavia already awake.
"How'd you sleep?" she asked her little sister while rummaging through cabinets trying to find a clean mug.
"Never did. Raven was in a hurry this morning, didn't even step foot into the kitchen." Octavia stated blankly, her eyes running from left to right, scanning the information on the page of the book.
"Yeah, she's been like that lately, What are you reading?"
"A book, found it in the attic."
Clarke stopped dead in her tacks, "What do you mean the attic? OUR attic? How'd you get in there?" Clarke raised her eyebrow. All of Clarke and Raven's noisy, eccentric and downright odd efforts into opening the attic door were futile, but Octavia waltzes into the scene and the stubborn door somehow magically opens. Something was clearly not adding up.
Octavia raised her head from the book to look Clarke in the eyes, "Well... After you guys went to bed I went back up, and the door was just... open." Octavia tried to explain without making her suspicious explanation sound shadier than it actually was.
"Just... open?" Clarke questioned, taking a bite out of an untoasted bagel and downing it with a sip of bitter coffee.
"Just open." Octavia assured her. "I read through a lot of this yesterday, it said something about the three essentials of magic - feeling, timing and phases of the moon."
Clarke joined her little sister with her cup of coffee at the kitchen island, both of them looking at the book of shadows together. "... okay?" Clarke gestured for her to continue, still confused about the attic door and the book itself.
"According to that logic, last night - midnight on a full moon - was the ideal night to receive our powers." Octavia stated simply, she wasn't reading too much into the content of the book, but somewhere deep down inside of the youngest sister was a tiny childlike hope that it was for real.
Clarke almost spit out her coffee, Octavia sure did have that effect on her sisters. "What do you mean 'powers'?! What do you mean, 'we'?! You included me in this?!"
"Technically, it included all of us." Octavia flipped to the first page to show Clarke the spell. "The book also said that one of our ancestors, Melinda Warren was a witch who was burned alive during the witch trials in Salem. It was rumored that she practiced three powers. She could move objects with her mind, see into the future and stop time. Before they burned her at the stake, she vowed that each generation of Warren witches would grow stronger and stronger, culminating in the arrival of three sister witches. But not just three sister witches, the three most powerful witches the world had ever known!" Octavia giggled slightly, reading from the book with an overly dramatic voice, she loved seeing Clarke freaked out.
"Octavia!" Clarke punched her younger sister on the shoulder "This isn't funny! This is some serious black magic crap, don't mess around with this!"
Octavia couldn't help but roll her eyes, "Clarke, it's not real. I read the spell yesterday and I don't see any of us moving things with our mind yet."
"Ugh, please don't jinx it. My life is barely normal as it is. Just put the book away." Clarke pleaded.
"Okay, okay. But don't you wonder who the book belonged too? Maybe grams? What if the book is real? Maybe we do descend from a long line of witches..." Octavia wondered, still unsure of whether or not she actually believed, but whatever she did believe Octavia would not miss an opportunity to scare Clarke. In fact, scaring Clarke was one of Octavia's favorite pastimes.
"Grams wasn't a witch and as far as we know, neither was Mom. Look, we are not witches and we do not have special powers." Clarke looked up at the clock displayed on the oven, "Crap!" she muttered, "I'm gonna be late for class! I got to go, love you Vi." Clarke put her coffee mug in the sink and laid a single kiss upon Octavia's head before rushing out the door.
"Raven, can you come out of there for a second?"
Raven put her tools down on the ground and rolled out from under the car she was trying to change the oil on. She wiped away the grease on her forehead onto her jumpsuit, but she was positive there was still smudges and traces of grease on her head. It didn't bother her too much however, this was her natural habitat. The grease, the smell, the noises. Raven absolutely loved the sound of machines, tools and cars in the background as she tried to work on her own thing. It was pure music to her ears.
She didn't get up from the mechanic creeper however - the skateboard for your back that mechanics use to work under cars - so she lay on her back while looking up to her boss as if she was laying on the grass looking up at a beautiful night sky which in reality, was disguised as the beginning of an apocalypse.
His name was Richard, aka Raven's ex boyfriend aka the man who tried to hit on Octavia aka the guy who single handedly ruined the two sister's relationship. He was tall, pale and handsome - the true epitome of an attractive white guy. The amount of money he owned also played into his attractiveness factor, but after what happened with Octavia, Raven never saw him more uglier. Richard and his father owned the garage and the car dealership attached to it, along with several other car garages and dealerships around town. Richard was mostly in charge of the business aspect however, hence why he was standing in a garage with a suit, tie and a clipboard.
He cleared his throat "Apparently, some of the other employees have filed reports claiming you've been stealing from the job." His voice was masculine and hefty, it almost sounded like he was forcing it to sound deeper than it actually was. Raven had truly never stolen a thing from the job, she knew this was some elaborate trick designed by Richard in an attempt to get her fired. She rose from the ground, arms crossed over one another. Standing face to face with one of the men she hated most in this world.
"You know that's bullshit as much as I do. I've never stolen anything." Raven spoke with more strength in her voice than Richard did. Richard sighed and flipped through some pages in his clipboard, every time he moved, the muscles in his arm subtly bulged out through his formal shirt. He was attractive, but Raven knew his appearance was just a clever ploy for his ugly personality.
"It doesn't matter what I know, the amount of reports filed negates that. I'm sorry Raven, we're gonna have to let you go. Can't have a thief working for us." Richard forced a frown, but embedded underneath it was a slight smirk. "Call me anytime though, I really do miss you."
Raven scoffed, she was disgusted that she had ever dated that sorry excuse of a man "Go fuck yourself, Richard." And with that, Raven turned on her heels and proceeded to leave the garage. Raven was fuming, her vision burned red, her breath caught in her throat and all she could think about was the blinding rage knocking on her skull. How dare he? How dare Richard take away one of the biggest things Raven cared about. Out of pure anger, She made a gesture to herself with her hands as if she was choking her ex, and as if some sly form of magic, Richard's tie seemed to get tighter and tighter around his neck as Raven's hands closed in around one another. In just moments, Richard had began coughing, unable to take in any air. Once the other mechanics noticed what was happening they rushed in, screams of panic filled the garage but they all fell upon Raven's deaf ears. Eventually the mechanics cut of Richard's tie with a pair of rusty scissors laying around. Their boss fell to the ground, wheezing and swallowing the air which was unavailable to him only a second ago. Richard had almost died, but Raven never noticed because she didn't look behind her.
Octavia had a passion for photography. She enjoyed taking pictures of everyone and everything, it had been one of her favorite hobbies ever since she was a young teenager. She had even moved to New York to try and make a career out of it, but she failed miserably and went broke within a small amount of time and that's why she was forced to move back into the manor with her two sisters. Even though New York had practically destroyed her dreams, it did not destroy her love of taking pictures.
Clarke and Raven were gone and Octavia was left in the house, so she decided to break out her Nikon and Polaroid and go for a little photo shooting trip. She never really had the money or the need to own a car, especially with New York traffic. So a bicycle she named "Ol' Lucky" was her preferred method of transportation. Ol' Lucky was the only thing Octavia really had to her name, that and a suitcase full of clothing she bought at local thrift stores.
San Francisco was quieter than New York, and it felt more like home. No, It was home for Octavia. New York was the test trial that she failed miserably, everyone got the test trial - passing it meant you would move away from home successfully and failing it meant that you would live in the same place till you died. It didn't bother Octavia too much, she just wasn't cut out for New York. She was irresponsible and had to be looked after at all times, it was no wonder why her sisters couldn't trust her with barely anything. It was a fact that saddened the youngest sister, but she knew why, and she understood.
As Octavia rode up a steep hill on Ol' Lucky, something felt eerily out of place. There was an unsettling sense of jamais vu in the air. Octavia felt as if something horrendous was going to happen. She saw two young boys riding their skateboards farther in front of her, and even though they couldn't sense it, Octavia knew something was coming. She clutched onto her camera hanging from her neck with one hand and began to reduce her pedaling speed. Time seemed to slow down as uneasiness set within the youngest sister.
It was instant and unexpected, it felt as if all the air had rushed out of Octavia's body. Her eyes forced themselves shut and in her head she could see it clearly, it felt surreal - like she was there. The two boys she had seen just a second ago were now riding their skateboards too quickly, they turn from the side road the three were all traveling on and into the main road. The horrific sounds of heavy thuds and tires skidding on the pavement penetrates Octavia's ears. She can distinctly smell the blood, and burning rubber. Only fifty feet away from her, lie the mangled bodies of two teenage boys no older than 15, struck down by a car they didn't see
Then, everything flashes back to normal. Octavia flushes back into reality, the two boys are alive once again and riding their skateboards. There is no smell of burning rubber or blood. Octavia is about to dismiss the episode as some weird stress reaction, but then she sees the boys about to turn on the same street in which Octavia just saw them die. At this point, Octavia begins pedaling like a maniac.
"Stop! Slow down!" she screams until her voice begins slipping away, but the teenage boys don't hear her warning. "Watch out!" is the last thing she yells before the youngest sister races in front of the teenagers and swerves in front of the car right as its about to claim their lives. She's ejected from Ol Lucky and flips her bodily position in mid air so she doesn't hit the road head on. After a second of flying, she falls with such speed that she plummets into the ground with a loud thud - almost identical to the one she heard in her vision.
