#secondiisms

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“It did indeed, Miss Danvers. It appears we’re stuck here for a while at least.”

After the meeting with the man she immediately left the crummy motel she was currently staying at and moved to another, but of course she knew she wasn’t safe. She could always feel eyes on her, watching, waiting. It wasn’t surprising she was being followed, so for a while she could ignore it. Unfortunately though her husband did not care of breaking laws, they could not touch them in his eyes so a flimsy restraining order wouldn’t keep him away; he said as much when he pushed his way into her motel room just a few hours ago. Drunk as usual. This time she did manage to fight him off but not before sustaining a slap to her face and a few hits to her stomach. Which brings her to why she should call Mr. Gold. It had only been a week since their last meeting though.

“Are these guys bothering you?”

“Just a little. It’s okay though! I’m sure they’ll go away soon enough,” Giselle said brightly, though her face was slightly deflated.

Alex eyed the men, her hand itching for the sidearm that she wasn’t carrying. “Beat it.” She spoke in a voice so calm it was chilling and took a threatening step. Deep down the agent was always rooting for a scuffle but Alex tended to avoid it when she could. She nearly scoffed at their quick retreat. “Do you usually let people bothering you have their fun til they’re through?” She asked, finally getting a good look at the strange woman.

Sitting at the still tea party, she could feel the dryness of the entire room. Nobody had anything interesting to say, and nobody seemed to want to make any conversation either. Her father and brothers got to live life, while she was sitting in places like this. A living table piece, something to be admired while seated and quiet. Closing her fan she looked at the man sitting by the door. Her father had for some reason hired people to look after his family. This man was hers, he followed her everywhere and he didn’t seem to hear her first when she called for him. 

“I wish to go home,” she told him as he asked he where she wanted to go. At least if she went home she could play piano, or read her novels. Walk the gardens or ride her horse. It didn’t take long for her to realise her life would be rather boring compared to her brothers. 

Excusing herself from the other ladies, she got up and walked to the door having it being opened before she could even reach it. Walking down the stairs, she hoped her carriage would have been brought forward so she didn’t have to wait in the rain. She hadn’t brought an umbrella. 

“I’m glad you’re ready to listen, Susan.” Maggie hummed into the phone. “I’ll be home in a few minutes then, okay? We can play then.” She promised.

‘Come down to the lab. Mom and i have a surprise for you.’

Those where the key words that got Morgan to not even think about hesitating, before she got up from were she was lounging on the couch.

She quickly made her way down the wooden stairs, making sure to be careful, yet still taking almost 2 at a time.

“Is that so?” Kara leaned forward. “Care to tell me more about these thoughts?” she offered with a wicked smile.

“Say the spell, Mel!”

“I-I can’t!” The young witch’s voice came out as a squeak of fear as the demon came rushing towards her. However, her nervousness of using her powers again after the last incident was squelched as survival instinct took over. She didn’t want to die. So she put up her hands with the crystal inside of them and yelled out the magic words just before the demon could touch her. Mel cried out, preparing for the worst when she suddenly felt it. There was a distinct magical pull among the circle she had been standing in across from her brothers. Maybe she could tap into this magic and figure out where it was coming from.

Closing her eyes, the youngest Halliwell witch could feel the magic coursing through her veins and whipping up an unnatural wind in the room around her. As soon as the last word left her lips, there was a deafening roar, like the sound of an oncoming train that she was powerless to cease or escape from. She felt like she was flying, being tugged away from her brothers who were yelling out in a panic for their sister, hands reaching out in vain to grab her before she vanished before their very eyes.

And then there was just…darkness.

Awakening once more, now lying on the ground and in a considerable amount of pain, the drowsy and disoriented woman glanced around at her surroundings. She was outdoors now, certainly not in San Francisco anymore, that was for sure. She felt like Dorothy Gale. The color of this place seemed brighter and the world seemed greener and much more alive than it had been. What on earth had happened to her? This was not how the spell was supposed to work…she was not supposed to be sucked into some portal...

“Where in the hell am I?” she muttered with a soft shake of her head, hoping that she was not hallucinating from hitting her head or something. “May as well make the most of this…” Using the nearest tree in front of her to push herself up onto her feet, she winced at the throbbing of her ankle and proceeded to hobble down the hill, her desire to find another human being overriding the discomfort. It was not long into her walk through the woods that she could hear male voices conversing, their volume growing louder as they drew near.