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           — ♛ Out to the bayou where they laid her mother to rest had been a place Hope had spent a great deal of time at just talking to the water as if her mother was there. Spell books wrapped around the circle that she had made. Please, please work. She knew her dad would be mad at her for what she was about to do but she had gotten Elijah’s expressed permission to try this, had given him plenty of time to write his goodbyes down on paper and a last bite to eat. Stay safe and I love you. Those words from Elijah hurt because she was angry with him for not saving her mother but she still said I love you back. A spell written on a piece of paper was crinkled up and tossed into a fire that she had burning. Whispered words from the chant of the spell go over her lips over and over again. Right when she felt like stopping, pain erupting from her body like a fire was burning in her bones, she knew she was at least doing something. tears prick her eyes as the last word is whispered out into the open air. She fell back on the deck with a loud thud, that she couldn’t hear. Her body was floating, she felt weightless and in a dreamland, she was stuck watching her mother’s death play before over and over again. She thinks she might be dead, the spell and magic within must have figured out some way to kill her and in that moment she even found herself praying for death. She hadn’t been awake to see her mother die but watching it felt like she was in hell. Torment held for what felt like ages until her blue eyes fly open and she is gasping for air. Reaching up and touching her face and feeling the blood that dried. What had she done? What if she killed Uncle Elijah as well but did not do what she was set out to do. The sun was going down now, she could feel the air becoming slightly cooler than when she originally came out here. Hope doesn’t hear a heartbeat of a wolf or well, her mother and it was then that she just wanted to lay there and hope that whatever takes her. Eyes close once more and she found herself asleep on the dock once more only this time it was peaceful, or as peaceful as it could be. When she finally wakes again, it is nighttime and she knows her father must be worried. A body next to her, she feels skin touching her and she is sitting up so fast. Her blue eyes scanning the darkness before they fall onto who was laying next to her. ❝Mom! Mom!❞

“You’re the one who wanted to tag along and see how I did it!” Piper retorted, sparing a brief glance for her half-sister before returning her attention to the dead body before them. The poor hotel clerk wasn’t the original intended victim; the actual victim had never showed, and the clerk unfortunately got a glimpse of the two. Which meant he had to go. 

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“Claude, what do you think you are doing?” Luc asked the young woman, walking over to her, his brow furrowed.

I offer up Davina to slap him