Read at night accompanied by some ereie music. Just a suggestion.

Disclaimer: I don't own W.I.T.C.H.

"AAAAaaaaaaaahhh"

The sound of her mother's terrified scream made her blood freeze; Will turned around and without a second thought she flung towards her mother's bedroom where the screams came from. Dean followed after, but Will was inhumanly fast and reached the bedroom door before he even had a chance to catch up with her. Just as Will managed to stop by the door with the act of sliding on the floor the last couple of meters, it slammed shut right in front of her. From the inside Will, could hear her mother's shouting and scream for help. Will rushed forward to grab the doorknob and tried to open the door but it was locked. Without hesitating, she tightened her fists and slammed them right through the doorframe, grabbed the door, tore it off lock and hinges and threw it into the wall behind her as she ran inside.

Inside the room, she could see her mother with a terrified look on her face being dragged under the bed, only her head and arms was free as she tried to hold onto the bed while the rest of her had disappeared into the darkness. In a single motion, Will jumped forward to her desperate mother, took a strong hold on her arms and with all her strength pulled her back. Whatever sort of creature that had been trying to pull Susan under the bed, clearly hadn't expected someone being able to pull her back with such strength. Will heard the sound of ripping clothes and felt that her mother no longer was being dragged in the other direction. She hurried to pull out her mother, and after a split second, Will was able to get a new grip at her mother and drag her up from the floor. Will lifted up Susan who lay like a frightened child in her arms.

"What happened?" Dean screamed, rushing in behind her, just far enough behind that he avoided being knocked down by the brutally opened door a moment earlier. Susan who was curled together in her daughter's arms looked at the bed and screamed with tears in her eyes, "There is something under the bed who tried to take me!"

"Here," said Will and turned to Dean, "Take mom." With that, she lifted her mother over to Dean who automatically stretched out his arms to catch her. Dean was probably not prepared enough to hold up his wife in his arms because as fast as Will let go of her mother, Dean's knees bended under Susan's weight. Will however, had never let the bed out of her sight and before Dean or Susan could say anything more, she ran to the bed, took hold on it and sent the bed flying into the wall a couple of meters besides them. Her fist was ready to hit anything that may lie hidden there.

Everybody stared in silence, but nothing was to be seen where the bed had stood only a second before.

"I swear! There was something there that tried to pull me under," cried Susan and looked to both Will and Dean, "You must believe me!"

Dean had never seen his wife, or anybody else, in such a state of fear and shock before, but he held his composure, "Take it easy my dear, we do believe you, but whatever it was, it is not there anymore now."

"Look what it did to me!" Susan said and made a motion, signalizing to Dean to let her down. The moment Susan put her feet on the floor, both Will and Dean could see that her nightgown had been severally torn from her knees and down, both of her legs were bleeding from claw like marks that went down to her ankles.

"Will, what is going on?" her mother cried to her, "I know you know something, please don't lie to me."

Will stared back at her mother and stepfather for a moment, not sure what to say. "I, uhm," she begun, both Susan and Dean was staring at her in a mixture of shock and fear. "We are not alone here," she continued.

"What do you mean by not alone?" Dean followed up.

"You know what the old man outside the Inn said about people disappearing from here?" Will said, "Well, that was true, people have been disappearing from here for a long time, but he was wrong at one point. Their disappearance hasn't been without a trace, some have been found again, but it was never reported." Will then pulled out the pictures she had been carrying in a pocket on the robe the entire time. Susan and Dean took the pictures and paled at once they understood what they were looking at, they were about to say something but Will was quicker.

"Look, I will tell you everything I know later, but please, let us get out from here first." She said with desperation in her voice. Secrets be secrets, but her family mattered more, unfortunately, her parents only looked dumbfounded at her. "NOW" she yelled with all the authority she had learned as a guardian. The reaction was immediate.

"I will go and get William, you get on some warm clothes," Dean said to his wife and rushed out and into Will's room.

Just a moment later, Dean came rushing in to them again, "Will, where is William?" he said out of his breath.

"Is he not lying in his bed?" said Will and instantly feared the worst.

"No I can't find him!" Dean said. Will ran past him and into the other room, her parents tight on her heels. Inside she could immediately see her brother wasn't in his bed. She ran over to it and pushed it out of her way, but there was nothing there. She took a quick look in the cabinet and the tiny closet but found nothing else but some few of her spare clothes, the window was also shut. Susan and Dean looked sickly pale where they stood.

"William, where are you?" Susan cried.

"I will go and look at the living room and kitchen," said Dean, "Perhaps he is there."

"I will look into the living room." Susan said almost crying.

"No," said Will, and spoke in a voice that sounded slow and drained of life, "I think I know exactly where he is, and that is not the kitchen or anyplace up here." She then looked down at the floor underneath. Dean and Susan lowered their gaze too watch the floor, neither of them said anything because they immediately understood what she was thinking.

Without a word, Will marched out of the room with quick steps. Her parents were silent but they followed suit.

Will felt the guilt starting to build up inside her. "I should never have left William alone. I knew there was something dangerous hiding here, and still I left him. Why him? If he has been hurt or worse…, I will never forgive myself for it."

Right now however, she could only hope, but for her mother's and Dean's sake she had to be strong as they were probably far more scared than her, not knowing at all what was happening.

After quickly walking a few meters, Will got a strange feeling that the dark corridor became longer and longer. She turned the corner, it was like everything in front of her was stretched out and disappeared into a black fog. The end was nowhere to be seen. Will ran faster and faster, but the way towards the basement door seemed never to end. She could hear hands hammering on the closed doors and voices screaming and begging for help from inside the rooms she passed, which made it seem even longer. Or was it only in her mind she could hear them? Her panic and despair began mixing with a rising anger. No one and nothing that dared to kidnap her brother would get away with it, and with that though the screaming stopped and the spell that seemingly had taken a hold on her was lifted. At last, she could see the end.

After what felt like an eternity, she found herself in front of the last door of the corridor. The old wooden door looked threatening with its broad timber and iron fittings. She let out a breath of momentary relief as she waited for Dean and Susan to catch up with her. When they did, she turned her head to face her parents and said, "I think it is safest for the two of you to stay here. I will go alone."

"No! We will come with you," Dean said and her mother joined with a shaky voice, "I won't go anywhere without William, what if he has been harmed?"

"I think," said Will to her mother with a voice that was calm, but also filled with authority, "That the main goal was not to take William, but to lure us down when whatever attacked couldn't get you. Are you sure you will come?"

"Yes, and you can't say anything to persuade us from it!" Susan said and looked first at her daughter and then to her husband who nodded in support, her eyes still shone of terror, but she wouldn't give in to it.

Will eventually gave in, not wanting to delay it anymore, "Alright, I will let you come, but I warn you, you have seen nothing yet!" Then she added in her thought, "And I honestly don't look forward to when you do." With that, she opened the basement door, walked inside and down the stairs.

This time, there was no light because neither of them had in their hurry thought of bringing with them a flashlight. Dean and Susan held onto each other as they walked behind Will down the stairs, none of them could see anything in this darkness, but they somehow managed to find the door that led into the first basement.

"It's too dark", Dean said, "We can't see anything at all, we must find the switch if we are going to find him."

"It's no use," said Will, "The light don't work down here, and it probably haven't for years."

"What do you mean?" Dean said, "You turned it on yesterday."

"No, I didn't," she said, "This is what I did!" "Lights on" she commanded, and at once, all lamps in the room sprang to life in an instant. Susan and Dean jumped at the sudden change of light, and when they had calmed enough to look at Will, what they saw was far from what they had been expecting.

Standing in front of them with the back turned towards them was not the robe-clad girl they had followed down to the basement, in her place was a red headed adult in strange violet and green clothes and with huge semi-transparent fairy wings on her back.

"Will?" she heard her mother gasped "is that you?" she turned her head and looked back at her frightened, and now probably shell-shocked parents. "I thought that if there comes to a fight, the old robes would probably only be a hinder," she said and gave them half a nervous smile.

Neither Susan nor Dean said a word, but their bulging eyes told her, that probably wasn't going to last forever so she hurried up and started walking towards the door at the other side of the huge room. The light was still as bad as last time, but now she wanted more, "More light!" She said and heard two yelps from her parents when several tiny high pitched voices started to speak from different places in the basement;

"Cant shine more." "Will break!" Sorry Miss Will," and "Then I will go black."

Two shocked faces told her a quick explanation was necessary, "Don't worry, it is only the lightbulbs who speaks. You see, everything with an electrical spark springs to life when I talk to them." She only got stares back at here, yes, she was in for an explanation later, she just knew it.

They went further into the scrap-filled room until they were facing the only other door in the basement. The door Susan had closed so carefully the day before stood now open and invited them to look inside...