The three sisters sat in the kitchen after Bellamy's departure.

"I don't trust the handyman." Clarke stated "He was in the attic, 'inspecting the faulty windows'" she made quotation marks with her fingers "The book of shadows was thrown on the couch and he would have clearly seen it." Clarke rummaged through overhead cabinets, trying to find a bowl. She accidentally opened a cabinet that was stuffed beyond its limit, causing various silverware to fall out of the cabinet and tumble down towards Clarke. Her hands went up defensively, her invisible magic flying out of her fingertips - freezing the silverware in mid air. "Jesus christ!" she muttered, grabbing the frozen dishes and aggressively setting them down on the table with a thud. Over the past week she had found out about her power, Clarke had already accidentally frozen dozens of things - running water from the sink and shower, the television, and even a mouse that was scurrying throughout the house.

Octavia shrugged her sister's assumptions off "So what? He saw the book, it's not like he read it."

"What if he's a warlock or something, he could be in disguise trying to steal our powers just like Wells..." Clarke's voice trailed off, the bittersweet memories of Wells still lingered in her mind and there was no getting rid of them.

"Clarke's right. We can't trust any one now, not even people we already know." Raven weighed in with her final decision. "There has to be some sort of spell we can cast to figure out if Bellamy is... human."

Octavia shook her head, her brown hair flying in the air. "The last spell we cast didn't even do what we wanted it to do. We're not powerful or skilled enough to play around with spells." This was coming from the sister who didn't care about rules and loved being carefree. "The book also has a strict policy on personal gain."

"Personal gain?" Clarke asked.

"It said that any spells we cast that do not benefit our goal of protecting innocents and vanquishing evil could have severe repercussions. Basically, we can't cast a spell to become billionaires without it blowing up in our faces." The youngest sister informed them.

"Magic seems kind of pointless then." Raven said in between sips of coffee. "I'm gonna go get the book." The eldest sister set down her mug and headed up to the attic.

"If we cast a spell and find out that Bellamy is a warlock, we can get rid of him before he hurts anyone." Clarke suggested.

"This doesn't feel right." Octavia was worried, it seemed like she was the only one who was taking this new witch gig seriously.

Raven walked back into the kitchen with the book of shadows in her hands. She flipped through the pages with one hand while holding the book with the other, "What about a truth spell?" Raven wondered.

"Lemme see." Octavia reached out, her fingers rubbing slightly on the book's cover. As soon as her skin made contact with the leather of the book, a premonition shook through her body. Her eyes closed shut and a cold shiver ran through her spine, causing her to gasp. In her mind she could see Bellamy holding his hands which appeared to be glowing over their neighbor Finn's cold, nearly dead body.

"Tay, you okay?" Raven placed the book down on the kitchen table, using her now free hands to pull Octavia into an embrace.

"I just had a vision." she mumbled.

"What did you see?" The middle sister asked, moving strands of her blonde hair out of her eyes.

"Bellamy..." Octavia's voice was far away, still terrified of what she had seen.

"Bellamy... what about Bellamy!" Raven demanded, suddenly afraid.

"He was killing Finn."

The three sisters now sat on the couch in their living room.

"Okay, let's just think about this." Raven suggested, worried they were gonna have to kill the handyman with the cute butt, but also worried that they wouldn't be able to save Finn in time. "Maybe this vision won't come true."

"My last one would have if I hadn't had intervened."

"Great! We'll just intervene and save Finn! Can you have another vision? Find out what happens after Bellamy kills Finn." Raven said, waving two fingers in the air, using her telekinesis to flip through the book of shadows, desperately trying to find a solution to their new problem.

"My power doesn't work like that. I can't force a vision, they come and go." Octavia emphasized.

"This witch thing keeps getting worse and worse."

Raven breathed in "I really think this truth spell is our best bet, we cast it on Bellamy then ask him right out if he's a warlock, kill him if he says he is." Clarke flinched at the word "kill".

"What if he's not?" Clarke chimed in "Then he'll just know we're witches."

Raven's fingers trailed across the words written on the page of the truth spell. "It says here that the spell only lasts 24 hours, and that the target won't remember any of it after the period is over."

"Let's just do it." Octavia's voice was distant, throwing all caution to the wind.

"Okay then!" Raven was slightly eager, she just hoped that Bellamy wasn't their next big bad. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed his number. The phone rang twice before the southern man answered, "Bellamy, yeah, sorry to bother you but we have a leaky faucet! Do you mind coming over to check it out?" Raven was a good liar, plus she already knew how to fix a leaky faucet. She listened to his voice for a few seconds before hanging up. "He's on his way, we'll cast the spell and ask him in person when he gets here."

The spell itself didn't require anything except for the incantation to be read by a born witch, so the three sisters read the spell aloud in unison, their eager heads leaning in closer to the book of shadows in order to see the words written on the page. "For those who want the truth revealed, opened hearts and secrets unsealed, from now until it's now again, after which the memory ends. Those who now are in this house, will hear the truth from Bellamy's mouth." The three sisters' voices blended into one and floated throughout the house, their genetic magic infusing with their spoken words.

There was no sparkle in the air and there was no tingly feeling running through the sister's body, there was no immediate indication that the spell had done what it needed to do.

"I don't think it worked." Raven stated with a defeated sigh. She was the least thrilled about finding out about her true heritage and as more time passed, more and more downsides to the whole thing were revealed. It left her to wonder if she had given up her life to something that wouldn't benefit her in the long run.

Octavia shrugged her shoulders, hiding the smile that was threatening to spread across her lips. She could only hope that the spell didn't work, that their would no be reason for the greater powers to deem the spell as one of personal gain. Even though she wasn't having a vision, she was positive that further on down the road this spell would cause certain doom.

Clarke also hoped the spell didn't work. But for a different reason. She wished that they had been transported to an alternate universe, one in which their powers and witchiness had disappeared causing the incantation to become a silly rhyme spoken by now human sisters. The middle sister just wished for anything that would get them back to the normal lives they were living just a week ago.

Suddenly, there was a subtle scratching noise floating through the air. Out of the corner of her eye, Octavia could see new words being etched onto the page of the truth spell. But, none of the sisters were writing it. It looked like something out of a Harry Potter movie. Octavia took a closer look at the words written by an invisible hand, not even phased by this odd magic. A gasp fell from her lips when the words entered her mind. She spoke them in a hushed whisper...

"The casters of this spell will also be forced to tell the truth for the spell's duration."

Bellamy felt odd as he paced around his friend's kitchen. He wasn't sure what his next step was, he wasn't sure how to work this mission, and he definitely wasn't sure why his bosses didn't want him to tell the sisters the truth.

"Bell..." his friend's voice rang in his ear, followed by a reassuring pat on the shoulder, causing Bellamy to stop pacing. "It's all gonna work out fine. I've known the sisters for years, if anything, they'll probably figure it out on their own. Who cares how they-" He pointed towards the heavens "think the mission should go." His voice became quieter, "Frankly, they think they knorw everything. But they're actually pretty dumb."

"I've known the sisters their whole life, Finn." Bellamy turned around to face the dark haired boy, who was also the sisters' next door neighbor. "They're not doing so well right now, their grandmother is gone, they've only just been reunited and they just found out they will never live normal lives again." His faux southern accent was replaced by his real American accent. His southern accent was created out of nervousness while talking to the sisters. Bellamy took a breathe in and rubbed his temples, still unsure how to approach any of this. He was beginning to doubt himself and his job, and he knew there were severe repercussions when he started doubting himself. "They -" he mimicked his friend's pointing towards the heavens "Just don't want the sisters to have too much on their plates. There are so many secrets the girls don't know. And if they found out now, they'd have heart attacks. Thank god they thought their grams was crazy and didn't take a word she said seriously." Bellamy started to head toward the front door. "I better go check on their leaky faucet now."

Finn sighed, Bellamy was one of his closest friends and he hated seeing him upset. He knew how much Bellamy valued the truth and lying to the girls had really begun to push him over the edge. Finn and his caring nature were truly able to empathize. "Be careful, you know who is still after you!." he called out to him. But Bellamy was already half way out the door.

Bellamy raised his fist to knock on the Halliwell sister's front door, but the door was already cracked open. He pushed it open just enough to peek his head inside. Bellamy cleared his throat and let his fake southern accent penetrate his words, "'Ello?" he called out. "You girls home?" a few moments passed before the eldest sister called out to him from the kitchen.

"We're in here! Come in."

So the man did just that, his boots creaking on the hardwood floor as he made his way to the kitchen. When he entered, he saw the sisters crowded against each other near the kitchen sink. Bellamy smiled at the sisters, but they didn't smile back. "So... where's that leaky faucet?" He asked, placing his hands on his hips. The sisters cleared a path to the sink.

"Right here." Raven gestured. The sink was dripping, but only because Raven had loosened up the pipes minutes before.

As Bellamy grabbed his tools and stuck his head underneath the cabinet which held the skin, he could feel the sister's eyes burning deep into his skin. He was worried that they had somehow found out who he truly was. His breaths became uneven as his heart pounded loudly against his chest. His beating heart was the only audible noise in the awkward silence of the kitchen.

While Bellamy worked at tightening up the pipe, Raven stealthily opened up a drawer and placed her fingers around a large, silver kitchen knife. "So..." she said, refusing to take her eyes off the weapon.

"So..." Bellamy repeated. "Are you a warlock?" The words fell without a second thought from Raven's lips, at this point her sweaty palms were now fully enclosed against the handle of the knife.

The words made Bellamy jump, hitting his head against the the frame of the sink. He groaned and rubbed the back of his head, his fingers navigating through his thick hair to get to his scalp. "What?" he questioned, getting up off his knees and standing up to face the eldest sister.

"Are... you... a... warlock?" Raven repeated slowly, her grip around the knife tightening. Bellamy felt the bodies of the two other sisters behind him. They had him enclosed in a small place and he didn't even have time to process anything other than the sharp pain he felt on his skull. His hesitation was enough for Raven. She raised the blade above her head and brought it down into Bellamy's chest. The sound of piercing skin rang throughout the kitchen. The handyman shouted and quickly placed his hand over the fresh wound, blood trickling through the rip of his shirt and down his fingers. Raven brought the knife down again and again, creating two new even bigger wounds in the man's chest. Bellamy raised his free hand to try and stop the blade from piercing him again, but Raven slashed a diagonal cut through his palm and wrist. Bellamy collapsed onto the floor, screams ripping from his lungs and climbing out of his throat.

"Raven that's enough!" Clarke shouted at her. The middle sister's muscles were tensed and her eyes were closed. Why was there so much blood? She wondered, Wells' death was nothing like this.

Bellamy was getting woozy. The pain he felt in his head was distracting him from the real seething pain he felt in his chest. His eyes clouded at the sight of blood staining his shirt and fingers. His breathing was fast and his heart was pumping a mile a minute, trying to rapidly replace the mass amount of blood he was loosing. He closed his eyes and focused on the multiple wounds Raven had inflicted on him, and within an instant the wounds began to glow a bright golden color. And before the three sister's very eyes, the cuts and slashes healed and the flowing blood on the man's skin dried.

Raven's trembling hands let the knife fall onto the same floor the other sisters jaw had dropped too. Octavia looked up at Raven, to Clarke and back down to the self healing man, "What the fuck."