Chapter 24 - Attacks
Bella POV
It was under total silence that all four of us walked home. Stefan was quiet, Damon was completely closed down, Lexi was fidgeting and I was nervous. Arriving at the Salvatore boarding house I was half ready to bolt to my own but Lexi had a deathrgip on my hand.
"You're not leaving me alone with them"
She announced and dragged me inside the house. Damon opened yet another bottle of scotch and wordlessly poured Stefan a glass. Lexi threw me a glance and grabbed a large pitcher of a lime green liquid and poured us both a tall glass.
So we sat there, all four of us drinking our respective drinks in total silence with nothing but the crackle of fire serving as background noise...
No POV
Bella looked around her. The entrance of the boarding house was littered with body parts. She herself had scratches all over her face with blood tripping from them.
A heavily cloaked figure flamed in and walked slowly over to her. He was in his early fifties and could be viewed as handsome if he hadn't a murderous look on him
"Mikael I presume?"
She asked cockily. The Source tilted his head to the side
"Will you join me and be my Queen?"
"In your dreams"
She snarled. The source let a wry laugh
"As you wish. Any last words?"
"Screw you"
She replied as a ball of fire appeared in his right hand. He throws it at her but she responded with one of her own. The two fireballs wore each other out and the man glared at her as she blew him up.
He got back together immediately. With a sudden hand move the body parts shifted around revealing 5 large site crystals forming an energy cell around the original man.
"Say hi to the original source for me"
She told him as he threw a fire ball that went through the electric bolts, vanquishing her.
Bella POV
I woke up with a start feeling the heat in my chest and looked around me to make sure it was a dream and took a minute to recognize where I was. I was in a spare room at the Salvatore boarding house sharing a bed with Lexi.
Extracting myself from her I walked to the bathroom across the hall and splashed some cold water on my face. That dream felt so real! My premonitions always pan out but usually I can change them. Usually.
Taking a deep breath I took the bright red lipstick that was there in my hand and wrote a note on the mirror
"Gone home. Bella"
Taking my boots in one hand I snuck out of the house and ran to mine. Immediately I put them on and sat down to write the entire dream down detailed. It featured the Salvatore boarding house, change number one, a clutter of human remains, change number two, and my death, change number three.
Why do I have the sinking feeling I'm going to die today?
Swan Residence ~ 11is
Bella swan was nursing a cup of coffee sitting Indian style on the sofa in her red and black living room. She had a sinking feeling in her stomach and in a desperate try to change the outcome of the vision she had gotten earlier that morning she had shut her phone and made sure she was unavailable and made zero plans to leave her house.
Her quiet musings were interrupted when a person appeared in front of her. With a glare the person threw an electric bolt at Bella who was thrown backwards against a mirror. It smashes and she falls to the floor on her knees. With a groan she raised her arms and tried to blow him up and failed horribly.
"Thank you"
The demon smirked and thanked her before throwing his hands in the air, blowing up the remaining mirror frame which came in large debris around Bella's head. Pissed off she glared and grabbing a large piece of mirror glass and threw it at the demon. It got stuck in his neck and vanquished him.
A swarm of black bee-like creatures fly away
With a tired breath the young witch passed out blood oozing out from the large pieces or mirror stuck in her back. It wasn't until sometime later that her healing ability pushed them off mending her body and she gasped waking up.
"What did just happen?"
She questioned aloud watching the stumbles that used to be her living room. She stood shakily to her knees and reached for the water bottle on the coffee table. Her trembling hands knocked it off the table and she watched it roll on the floor for a moment before freezing it.
Or tried to. She had lost Piper's powers.
"What the...?"
Source's throne room. ~ 12am
The Source, or Michael as only six people in the world dare to call him by, was sitting on the large throne in the middle of the room. Aiming at the pot his Seer and wife was using to stir herbs he used the newly acquired powers and blew it up proceeding to freeze the shattered pieces in mid-air.
"These powers are impressive"
Esther, his wife and personal seer, scowled over the loss of her potion.
"Couldn't you have picked one of the empty ones?"
She calmed her tone immediately at her husband's scowl immediately going to his side.
"Nevertheless, do you think it's wise to have extracted them from the Hollow? There could be repercussions, Michael"
She tried to softly reason with him. She was evil too but obtaining the Hollow was dangerous.
"Damn the repercussions! I won't stop until I have all her powers coursing through my veins. You understand me? I can't risk going against our children, until I do."
He unfroze the pot and the pieces clattered to the dirty ground beneath their feet.
"No one wins while the Hollow runs free"
Esther said softly opting to ignore his line about their children. She had plans of her own far worse than her husband's.
"I control the Hollow"
Michael's accent deepened.
"For now. But the more magic it absorbs the stronger it becomes. And the more you extract from it, the more it corrupts you until it consumes all things including you."
"Unless you wanna face eternity as a pile of ash, I suggest you stop questioning me and do as I say!"
Esther bowed her head before delivering her final line in a soft tone.
"I don't want to lose you"
The Source closed his eyes for a moment against the image the words had reminded him. He and Esther had lost their youngest son millennia ago in another life. It was that death that birthed everything when Esther turned her back on white magic and began practicing dark magic.
"You won't"
He replied equally softly. They both knew the tenderness in his voice was for the ghost of the little boy that lived in their hearts. With a calculating move the Source summoned a Darklighter. Who knelt down the moment he was summoned.
"How can I be of service Master?"
"I want Isabella Swan, Darklighter"
"But my arrows don't kill witches"
The dark lighter replied confused. The smirk on the source's face broadened as he picked the enchanted Hollow box.
"The best way to attack a witch is through her friends. I want you to hurt them one by one. She will be forced to sacrifice her powers to defeat you"
The Darklighter's eyes widened at the realization of his suicide mission. He accepted though, it wasn't like he had a choice, and let the vapor fly into him through his eye sockets.
