The woman named Tiffany sat on the floor, her fingers reaching up to pull her hair out of the bun. Her blonde hair fell down and stopped at her shoulders. She took a deep breathe in and assumed a straight back posture, criss crossing her legs over one another. Her lips whispered a latin phrase and the thirteen candles placed in a circle around her lit on their own.
The eerie silence that drifted through the woman's apartment complex was interrupted by the sound of a loud cracking fire. Thelonious' body appeared in flames before the woman, the flames disappeared and all that was left was the demon.
"I've been expecting you." The woman spoke confidently, her eyes closed and her hands hovering over the pot of herbs that lay before her.
"Have you?" The man asked, rubbing his hands together, ready to kill yet another witch.
The woman took a deep breathe in. "One of my ancestors fought you, 1300 years ago. She failed."
The woman whispered another latin phrase, a transparent force field appeared encircling the woman and her candles. "I won't."
Thelonious couldn't help but laugh. "You think this force field will keep me out?" He extended his finger to the edge of the field, the man received a large electrical shock as soon as his finger made contact with the magical protection. Thelonious winced and pulled his finger closer towards his chest.
"You'll be able to get in if you tried hard enough. But I've been working on a vanquishing potion, and I've conquered my fear. You can't hurt me." The woman spoke, still with her eyes closed, she whispered yet another latin phrase and the herbs in the pot before her began to liquify. She poured the liquid into an empty vial.
"Oh baby..." the demon whispered, waving his hand over the woman and then bringing his hand closer to his face in order to read his palm. "You haven't conquered your fear. You've only suppressed it." Thelonious grinned devilishly and then clasped his hands together. "Suffocation..." he spoke menacingly, his voice hushed and quiet.
The woman finally opened her eyes. She stood up quickly, with a raised arm she threw the potion at the man with as much strength as she could summon up. Thelonious however, caught the potion with his hand and crushed it in between his fingers. "Pity..." he whispered.
There was a stare down between the demon and the witch, then there was a cold gust of wind that ran through the apartment. The witch shivered before bringing her hands up to her throat, all the oxygen in her body had seemingly disappeared. Her mouth gaped open as she desperately tried to get a breathe in, but nothing came into her body. The witch's eyes were wide with fear, her blonde hair now turning pure white. It was over quick, the woman tumbled to the ground, her hands still clutching her throat. As she fell, she knocked over the lit candles, fire began quickly spreading throughout the apartment.
"That's two." The demon mumbled before his body was engulfed in flames that came from within him. He teleported from the burning building as quickly as he had came.
Octavia wandered into the 1950's themed diner and took a seat at a vacant table. Clarke was too busy looking at her notepad to notice that her next table to waitress was her own sister. "Hi, welcome to Fiftiez, what can I get for you?" Clarke asked, her voice monotone, pencil pressed to the paper of the notepad, prepared to scribble down the order.
"Clarke..." Octavia led "It's me."
Clarke looked up from her notepad for the first time. "Octavia!" her monotone voice changing into one with an upbeat rhythm, she was happy to see her sister - the only positive thing - in this negative hellhole. "What are you doing here?"
Octavia flipped through the short menu, "I'm meeting my first client here." She explained, her eyes running over the incredibly small list of options. When she decided she didn't really want anything, she set the menu down and instead let her fingers trace over her camera. "Can I just get a cup of coffee?"
Clarke nodded, "It's not on the house though." she teased, heading off into the kitchen.
Octavia played with her camera for a bit before a dark-skinned man sat down at the table. "Thelonious." he introduced himself with a friendly smile, "And you must be Octavia." the man extended an hand, Octavia took it with a firm shake.
"It's nice to meet you, Thelonious." Octavia replied. "So you said you wanted photos that captured the essence of..." Octavia's mind wandered, trying to remember what exactly the man wanted.
"Fear." Thelonious stated simply, his signature devilish grin spreading across his face. Octavia wasn't afraid yet, if she was, Thelonious would have been able to smell it. Octavia was a strong woman who wasn't scared easily. "Specifically in nature. Things like the forest, dimly lit streets, fire..." Thelonious led "Anything that lets your mind wander."
Octavia nodded her head, taking in each word the man said. She was just about to speak when Clarke walked over and set Octavia's cup of coffee down. Octavia gave her a sister a slight smile as Clarke walked away to go tend to other diners.
"I know the exact place I want pictures of." Thelonious grinned, standing up from the table. "Come on, I'll drive."
Octavia grabbed her camera and followed the man out of the diner, Thelonious lead Octavia to the vacant parking lot situated behind the restaurant. The man walked a few steps behind the witch. "Where's you car?" asked the youngest sister.
"Right here." he barked. The sister turned on her heels just as Thelonious hit her on the side of the head. The forceful impact caused Octavia to tumble to the floor, unconscious. "Come on, witch bitch." Thelonious muttered, as he picked up Octavia and tossed her over his shoulder. The bodies of the demon and witch were engulfed in Thelonious' flames of teleportation and before anyone had noticed, they were gone.
The sounds of sirens and chatter were all Raven heard as she drove through the scene; a burning apartment complex. She was just about to keep driving through until she saw the face of the detective she had seen on television earlier; Kyle Wick. There was a feeling deep inside of Raven that these burning buildings weren't accidents, but something slightly demonic.
Raven parked her car on the side of the road and began jogging over to the crowd that was forming behind the police tape. She made her way over to the front of the crowd and as soon as her eyes landed upon the blonde haired man, she slipped underneath the tape and tried her best to look like she belonged in the crowd of emergency services.
"What's going on here?" She asked Kyle Wick, her eyes watching as the flames burned higher and higher.
"Fire." his eyes didn't look up, instead they stayed fixed on the notepad he was scribbling in.
Raven discreetly rolled her eyes, she hated this guy already. "What's the cause? Is anyone hurt?"
She threw the questions at him.
"Looks like it was a lit candle and one woman." Kyle Wick finally looked up from his notepad and stared at the woman before him. She was beautiful, caramel skin that caught the light of the flames, long luscious chocolate colored hair and a face that would make any man fall in love. Kyle Wick shook his head, he didn't have time to stare at women when people were dying left and right. "I'm sorry, who are you?" He asked bitterly.
Raven turned her eyes away from the fire and looked into Kyle Wick's eyes. She plastered on an expression that was a mix between horror and grief. "Oh, I live in this building." she lied through her teeth, her finger pointing to the flames that began burning higher. "Whose the woman? I hope I didn't know her." Raven's voice trailed off, acting like she knew all her new fake neighbors.
"Her name was Tiffany. Lived on the fourth floor. Neighbors are saying she was into the occult, played around with witchcraft etcetera. We're thinking it's from the candles of one of her 'rituals'. Her hair turned white, just like the woman we found earlier today." Wick made finger quotations in the air when he spoke the word "rituals".
Raven gasped and clutched at her heart. "Oh no, not Tiffany!" Raven tried her best to play up the act by shedding a fake tear, but nothing came from her eyes. She turned her head towards the fire and began to think; There was a woman who owned a wicca shop and a woman who played around with magic, both of their hair turned white from fear, and both were trapped in a fire. This clearly was no coincidence, there was some evil being hunting down witches.
"Thanks for the info, I uh - gotta go." Raven rushed off.
"Wait, what's your name?" Wick called out to her.
"Raven! Raven Halliwell." she called back, quickly making her way to her car.
Jasper shook the metal bars of the cage he was contained in. He had been in the cage for a while, but this was no comparison to the prison of the underworld he had lived in his whole life - never once stepping foot onto the world of the living.
"Why are you doing this?" he mumbled, his voice weak and hoarse. Jasper hadn't eaten in days because Abby never fed him.
Abby sat on her throne sculpted from rock infused with various other precious minerals. She refused to make eye contact with her son and instead stared blankly ahead at the opening which acted as the entrance to her lair. "You know why." she stated simply.
Jasper huffed. His fingers traced across the metal bars of the cage, he closed his eyes and focused hard. Jasper tapped into his demonic side and tried to conjure up a flame in his hands in order to melt away the bars, but as soon as the fire materialized in hands, it cracked and fizzled away.
"I told you already." Abby rolled her eyes. "The cage is enchanted, your powers won't work, from either side." Abby was ashamed to have given birth to such a weak demon, weak physically and weak power wise. Jasper was the only demon-darklighter hybrid ever, yet he was also the biggest wimp in the underworld.
"Why are you doing this?" Jasper's voice cracked, he was almost about to cry, but he remembered who he was talking too - The Source of All Evil - and he instantly tried to make his voice sound deeper than it actually was for there was no way he could look weak in front of The Source "You are my mothe-"
Abby wouldn't even let him finish. "Silence!" she screamed at him, eliciting a wince from the smaller boy. The demon rose from her throne and hovered over to the bars of the cage, hovering was an ability that came with being the source. "Don't you ever speak that word in front of anyone." she threatened, her finger waving in the air. "You're no child of mine." Abby snarled at him. The woman had half the mind to kill him right now, for he served no true purpose, he was weak and a fool. But when her eyes ran over him she thought of the most perfect addition to her intricate plan to get rid of the Charmed Ones.
The words didn't break him much, he knew Abby didn't think of him as her son. "Please..." Jasper pleaded "I'll do anything." his voice was hushed as he tried to fight back the tears.
Abby jumped at the opportunity. "Anything?" she questioned, pretending to inspect her nails, as if she wasn't interested.
Jasper nodded eagerly. "Anything." he repeated.
Abby couldn't help but grin. "Jasper..." she led "What do you think about staying in the world of the living for a while?"
"Finn!" Raven shouted as she knocked on her next door neighbor's door. "I need your help!"
There was a moment of silence before the door swung open, revealing a Finn adorned in sweatpants and a white t-shirt, the bags under his eyes gave way to the fact that he hadn't slept in days.
"Finn, oh my god..." Raven whispered, taking another look at the man. "You look... terrible."
At least she didn't lie.
The dark haired boy yawned and rubbed at his eyes, "I've been working on stuff." Finn's voice was raspy. He closed the door a little, just so Raven wouldn't be able to see the mess that was his house. For the past two weeks, Finn had completely torn himself up trying to create potions and spells in order to track and vanquish the darklighter that was after Bellamy. Though nothing had seemed to work. Finn was positive there was some sort of force from the other side that had the darklighter protected and unable to be tracked.
"Look, there's a warlock or demon or whatever out there who's killing witches. These girls are dying of fear. Their hair is literally turning pure white. They're dying of heart attacks before the flames of the burning building they're trapped in can even get to them." Raven explained. "You're a witch, and I'm a witch. So slap on some regular pants and lets go hunt this thing down."
Finn shrugged his shoulders, "Raven." The boy yawned again, his eyes were barely open. "I don't really think I'm going to be much help." Finn thought back to his failed spells and potions and how he felt utterly weak. Finn was never one to turn someone in need away, but he just wasn't feeling like himself. There was too much on his mind for him to go hunt a demon.
"Okay." she sighed, turning on her heels and heading down the steps that lead to Finn's front door. She stopped on the 2nd step down and turned her head towards the man. "I'll tell you what I find. Stay safe, Finn." Raven said sincerely. Even if Finn wasn't with her, Raven still had her sisters by her side.
