Pretty Little Witched

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Chapter 3: Death

Cassie sat in the back of Garret Reynolds car. Spencer was in the front passenger seat and the other four had been squeezed into the back. Truthfully they were nearly on top of each other and Cassie had no idea why two police cars couldn't have just taken them. After Ali's funeral things hadn't gone as planned. Sure the five stuck together, but the idea to use magic to find out who A was and stop him or her hadn't worked that well. Sure there were spells to find someone or get even with someone, but all those spells required a personal object of the person. Usually a lock of hair or something, but anything the person held dear to them or had on them a lot would work. Unfortunately the only thing they had of A was text messages and those didn't work with the spells. They had been able to use magic to help them by unlocking locks and stuff, but not much else.

Then secrets started to come out. All of her friends secrets seemed to have gotten out somehow. Everyone's but Cassie's secret though. A hadn't done anything to out her. Maybe because she wasn't cutting herself anymore. What A seemed to be trying to do to her was throw her back into depression and it almost worked at times, but then she remembered she had her friends. They might not know her secret but them just being with her helped.

There was one thing though. A seemed to know everything about them. Everything besides the fact that they were witches. That one piece of information never came up in any message. It made all the girls feel better knowing A wasn't actually all knowing. That they had one thing that this person didn't know.

Cassie wasn't paying that great attention, but she heard her address go off over Garret's radio. "Garret, that's my address,' Cassie said. 'What's going on?"

Garret got over the radio and then looked at Cassie. "A fire," Garret answered.

"Garret, my mom's home. Please," Cassie begged. Garret was supposed to take her to the police station to be question about what happened with Ian in the church.

"Fine," Garret said and turned the car around in the direction of Cassie's. It wasn't long before they were there to see the house completely in flames.

"NO!" Cassie screamed running out of the car. She would have run right to the house, but her friend came out and held her back.

"Cassie, your going to get yourself hurt if you run in. Let the fireman do their job," Aria said. There were already fire trucks there and they were getting the hoses out.

"Do you feel that?" Spencer asked the group. "It's a magical signature."

The girl all felt out with their senses. Being able to read magical signatures was a trick Ali had taught them, but the girls had never felt any except each others. There was a magical signature here though. It was strong and coming right from the house. From the fire. "Someone magically set the fire,' Hanna whispered.

"Who would do that? A?" Aria asked and Cassie cried out a bit.

"A has never shown being magical before. If A was a witch why start using powers now and not earlier," Spencer stated and everyone had to agree with that fact.

"There's someone inside," they heard a fireman yell.

"NO! MOM!" Cassie yelled and once again tried to run for the house, but her friends arms stopped her.

"We got to put this out now," Emily said as she saw fireman running in. "No air for fire," Emily chanted and was soon followed by Hanna, Spencer, and Aria. "Cassie, you got to help too. It might be the only way to save your mom." Cassie then join her friends and right away with the five witches helping the fire started to go out until it was no more.

Fireman started to walk out. "My mom. Where's my mom?" Cassie yelled out. Garret was talking to one of the fireman and then walked back over to the girls. "Where's my mom?"

"Cassie, the fire started in the kitchen where your mom was. By the time the fireman got in there was nothing left," Garret told her making Cassie look at her. "Your mom is ashes. I'm sorry."

"No, no, no," Cassie collapsed onto the floor crying. She felt her friends arms around her.

"It was a horrible accident," Garret said, but the five girls knew better. They knew that this was no accident. It was murder. Someone had killed Amelia Blake.

-TSC/PLL-

Cassie felt numb. Around her people were speeding past her, telling each other to hurry because they would miss the flight, or that relatives were waiting to be picked up and taken home. They laughed, shouted, bounced up and down excitedly, pulled on sleeves with impatience, and Cassie couldn't really see any of it. None of it seemed real. No one could be as happy as everyone around her.

She realized that Hanna was impatiently tapping her arm, trying to get her attention. "Yeah?"

"This is your flight."

Cassie hadn't even noticed that they'd stopped walking. Aria had one of her arms and Spencer had the other, while Emily and Hanna carried her luggage. She didn't have to pay attention to anything. "Oh, thanks." She grabbed the handle of her suitcase and tried to smile at all four of them.

"You have to be careful." Spencer said at once. "I mean, it's not… it doesn't seem safe."

"You could have started with goodbye." Aria pointed out. "Not, 'Hey, you might get attacked in Chance Harbor'."

Spencer sighed. "I didn't say that."

"You might as well have." Said Emily softly. "We all know that—"

"—i know. The only reason to kill my mom would be to get me to Chance Harbor." Cassie finished. "Yeah, I get it."

"I'm sorry, I just want you to be safe." Spencer said.

Cassie nodded, adjusting her carry-on as she headed towards the gate. "I know. I just… I don't want to think about it. Maybe in Chance Harbor I'll be safe, and I can try to live like a normal teenager." Cassie wished it would be true, but if someone had killed her mom to get her to Chance Harbor there had to be a reason.

"But what about…" Hanna scanned the area they were in and made sure no one could hear them. "… A?"

"Whoever it is can't follow me." Cassie said, feeling confident. "I think that A is only one person, and I don't' think she—or he—would spend thousands of dollars just to stalk me in Chance Harbor."

The four girls nodded in silent agreement. Cassie felt bad about leaving them. With the four of them in Rosewood and her in Chance Harbor, it was likely A would torment them while she was safely in another part of the country. She felt like she was abandoning them, but what else could she do? She had no dad to take her in, no willing relatives near Rosewood, and she had no home here. Also her grandmother was her only family left now and was her legal guardian. She had to go. She needed to get out before anything else happened.

She watched each of the four girls in front of her, gauging their reactions. Hanna's eyes were downcast, fingers playing with a crumpled bag of chips. Spencer's lips pressed tightly together like when she was trying to focus on taking a test. Emily kept shuffling her feet restlessly, crossing and uncrossing her arms every second. Aria's huge eyes welled with tears.

"Well… goodbye." Cassie said after a moment.

Hanna, Aria, Spencer, and Emily all converged on her and enveloped Cassie in a massive hug. They only let go when it was announced that Cassie's plane was leaving in five minutes.

"You can come back in the summer! You'll stay with me." Aria called as Cassie boarded. The blond witch nodded fervently, keeping her friends in sight as long as possible.

Eventually she was seated, and it was impossible to see any of the girls. The plane ride wasn't so bad, but she found herself sinking deeper and deeper into despair. Cassie had loved her mom, more than most teenage girls did. Her mom had gotten her into therapy when she'd shown signs of depression, and she always had supported Cassie. What if she started to regress again? The very idea made her shudder. Doctors had seen her right after her mother died, because she'd feared she was becoming depressed again. Of course they told her that it was only grief, and that it made perfect sense. They also said that if it didn't go away within the year then she should worry. Cassie was fairly sure that by then, if she really was depressed again, she wouldn't have the will to tell anyone.

The plane landed, and her grandma picked her up. She seemed nice, and didn't look as old as Cassie had expected.

As she dozed in the backseat there was a soft chime from her pocket.

"Cassie?" her grandma asked.

"Probably my friends." She said, pulling her phone out. As soon as she opened it and saw she had a text from an unknown number, she just knew.

Don't think you're safe, Blake. I have my ways. ~ A

AN: Okay third chapter done and Cassie is in Chance Harbor. What will happen? OKAy Everyone please review. We like reviews.

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