Chapter Twelve: Christy, Mistress of the Dark

The Source sat gracefully on her throne, her evil eyes unfocused with reverie. She was thinking, thinking of what she remembered … of what she remembered. The witch, not her. She recalled how her sister had introduced her to that Taylor girl.

"Christy, this is Taylor, Taylor Hannigan, she's taking classes with me – well, when I do go to classes, that is." Billie laughed. "Taylor, this is Christy, my sister." She was literally beaming.

Later, when said Taylor had gone, Christy had asked, "Is she a witch, too?"

"Nah, just a normal kid, I guess." Billie had been silent a moment, probably thinking about the possibility of Taylor being a witch.

" 'Just a normal kid', he?" The Source sneered, grinning. "We'll see about that." She waved her hand and a demon shimmered in the middle of the room. Instantly, he bowed at her.

"What can I do for you, Mistress Christy?"

A roar. Brushing material. Flash of light. The demon was propelled into the wall beyond, the Source was on her feet, her hand still outstretched after hurling her fireball. "Don't – ever – call me – that – again," she ordered the demon as he crawled his way back in the lair. "From now on, I will go by 'Hecate', 'My Lady' or 'Mistress'. Don't forget to tell the others."

"Y-yes, m-my Lady," stuttered the demon.

The Source sat back, playing around with a new fireball.

"You will search for any piece of information you might find on that Taylor chick, the witch that teams up with Billie Jenkins." The demon gulped. She glanced angrily at him over her bouncing fireball. "Is there a problem?"

"Not any, Mistress, not any."

"Then what are you still doing there, you filthy little piece of dung!" She threw the fireball, with the only intent to make him flee; which he did, shimmering away.

Afterwards, she summoned the Grimoire, thinking about the Amos bloke. She had to gather everything she could about him, he wasn't just a mere human either, that she knew.

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A cupboard door opened, revealing a mirror, inside which Billie's smiling visage was reflected immediately. She used both her hands to push her hair back a little, cocking an eyebrow at herself, sighing, probably thinking about how much fun she was about to have.

"Come on, B, hurry!" came Taylor's urging, excited voice from behind.

Grabbing an athamé from under a pile of folded towels, she slipped it into her boot and turned to face her friend, waiting expectantly at the door. Seeing the blonde was ready, Taylor grabbed the door handle.

Billie frowned, "What are you doing?"

Taylor frowned back, "Opening the door, huh."

Billie stared, "I can see that." Shaking her head softly, "But you don't reach the Underworld by feet."

Taylor's jaw dropped and Billie laughed, leaning forward to catch her hand.