I think I'm next.

“Freya stop!” Hayley pleaded as she crawled to the back of the couch bleeding from her nose and leg. She was endeavoring to stop the bleeding, but she kept attempting to save her life and also Eamon's. Eamon was still striving to stop Freya but to no avail. Hayley stood back on her feet after she had crawled to the back of a couch, staggering when Eamon had forgotten she was there. She took out a dagger and seized Eamon's neck about to cut through him.

“I will kill him if you try to stop me.” Hayley threatened. She wasn't going to take his life.

“Please! Don't do this. I'm begging you.” Freya said sarcastically, before she chuckled, her lips twitching into a smirk. Hayley wanted to scare her into retreating, but she saw her efforts were in vain.

“Do you think I'm Freya who would give the world for Eamon Brentford?” Freya quizzed.

Hayley released Eamon from her grip, nudging him aside, she hurried to hurt her. Freya stopped her, pinning her to the floor before taking the dagger away from her and slicing through her throat. “You made a terrible mistake.” Freya said while Hayley was choking, and gasping for breath, attempting to stop her bleeding, by burying her palms on her neck, but her blood kept gushing down.

Freya had forgotten Eamon was there, she turned to look for him, and was knocked out by a heavy blow of Eamon's club. She dropped to the floor while he fell on his knees, lying on the floor, he became motionless.

Eamon gasped, as he woke up from the terrifying nightmare, he turned on the lights after he jumped out of his bed and darted at the clock hanging in his room. It was three o'clock. Eamon expired deeply, as he left his room to the bathroom to go take a quick shower. He thought about the nightmare, he recalled when Freya told him that there was a missing kid in Weston Hills High. He took a deep breath, as he stepped into the bathtub, still lingering in his thought. Was it possible for Freya to be responsible, or maybe Hayley? He was perplexed, he couldn't concentrate because he wasn't sure of what to believe.

Running his fingers through his hair, as the drops of water trickled down his skin, he quickly took his bath, stepped out of the tub, and dried his body with a plain white towel. Likewise, he took his phone and texted Freya to come over to the house as fast as possible.

Freya knocked a few hours after Eamon woke up, he gently opened the door, letting her into the house before he slammed the door, and they kissed each other.

“Good morning.” Freya said, shocked that he was not smiling, she noted the different attitude. The Eamon she knew was always optimistic whenever he saw her, but that Eamon wasn't standing close to her. He didn't reply to her greeting.

“What is it?” She asked, as she dropped her bag on the couch, and followed him to the kitchen.

“I had a nightmare, Freya.” Eamon said, as beads of sweat slowly formed on his face, his eyes scanning through the kitchen before he glanced back at Freya. “Is it that terrible that it took your smile away?” She said as she fondled his face, hoping to get a positive answer.

“Did you kill that missing student?” Eamon asked. Freya stared at him raising an eyebrow, she could not believe that Eamon would ask her such a question. How on earth could a woman he loved and had known for years kill someone? Perhaps, people change.

“Here I am striving to figure out what is happening to my family, and you're accusing me of what I know nothing about.” Freya said, as she pulled away from him, she scurried out of the kitchen, and wiped off the tears that were about to drop from her eyes. Eamon followed, the only thing he could do was admit guilt. He understood that he was wrong to have asked such a question, but the best thing Freya would have done was to answer, 'yes or no'.

“I'm sorry.” He said as he held her back, caressing her with his thumb. She had already taken her bag and was headed for the door.

“You ought to support me, not accuse me. My family is in difficulty and I'm ought to be with them, but here I am...with you because I love you.” She said, staring at him.

“It wasn't wise enough for me to have asked such. I feel it would be better not to ruin the upcoming ceremony.” He said with an alluring smile.

“This isn't about the wedding. This is about my family.”

“I'm sorry that I hurt you.” Eamon said, attempting his possible best to make her feel better.

“I only had a dream where you killed Hayley, that's why I invited you early, so we can sit and talk like adults.”

“Perhaps, you don't trust me.”

“I trust you.” Eamon smiled moving strands of her hair behind her ears. Freya smiled back before they embraced each other.

Earnestine sashayed into the icebox, smiling as she walked up to the counter, meeting Erin who was leaning on it. Her gaze met the guy who sat at the other end, he waved at her, but she just smiled.

“Someone must have fallen for my charm.” Earnestine mumbled to herself unknown to her that Erin heard those words escape her lips.

“I'm guessing I did. What do you want this time?” Erin said.

“My treat. Frozen Yoghurt.”

“I haven't seen you for a long time.” Erin said after she quickly returned with her order.

“It's fine. I got caught up with some family issues.” Earnestine said waving her off.

“I'm sure everything will be alright.”

“Yes! I hope so, I will talk to you later.” Earnestine grinned, as she hurriedly left the icebox pretending not to have heard what Erin said.

“She's beautiful, isn't she?” Justin said. Erin gasped, she didn't know that he was so close.

“I'm sorry about that.” He apologized. Erin gulped when his charming blue eyes met her gaze. She let out a smile before passing his balance.

“Have a nice day, Erin.” Justin saluted, as he left the icebox.

“You too.” Erin exhaled. She stared at Earnestine who she heard her car engine revving up, as she drove out of the premises.

Was she ready for this? Could she put aside her awful past and move on with the life she had found. These thoughts clouded her mind, as she couldn't get her mind off her. She slammed the counter just to get herself back to certainty.

Sabrina and Janeka were bent on finding out what or how to stop whoever was trying to bring back Edmond Michael. They knew someone else was going to die, but they had to figure out the criterion that qualified each person as a death candidate.

“I don't think we'd find answers in all these old books.” Sabrina said, flinging one away. Janeka stopped the book from dropping to the floor, she slowly moved her left hand, and it lay gently on the table.

“We won't find answers by flinging books. We have to keep searching.” Janeka said, she shrugged, and put the books she had finished with on the shelf.

“What if Freya was responsible for this?” Sabrina said, glaring at Janeka knowing that she would respond negatively.

“Come on. We know what this unknown person wants.” Janeka said.

“Our father.” Sabrina uttered.

“Yes. You know that Freya knows what our father is and she wouldn't consider setting him free. It's at our detriment.” Janeka said.

“Sometimes we just have to neglect the impediments, undertaking a vigor adventure.” Sabrina muttered, raising an eyebrow before twisting the door handle about to leave.

“Nick's parents would be looking for him.” Janeka informed.

“Perhaps, we could wipe the memories of the people in Weston Hills,” Sabrina said, turning to her and smirking before Janeka grinned back.

Hayley was at the library with Wendy, they were studying Wendy's favorite subject, Chemistry. Her love for the subjects knows no bounds. She excelled always in this subject, no matter what it would cost her, she was prepared to give anything. Suddenly, Hayley began to feel her sister's chants, she heard ringing before she heard dripping. She looked at all the students in the library, there was absolute tranquility, Wendy looked at her before getting her gaze back to her book.

“Are you alright?” She whispered.

“I'm fine.” They were sitting opposite the window, her eyes widened when she saw a blue light dispersing through the skies.

“Oh! no.” Hayley said whispering a spell. Her whisper was so tiny that she couldn't even hear herself though she knew what she was doing.

“What's that?” Wendy whispered when her gaze met the blue light approaching.

“I don't know but get down.” Hayley said, tugging Wendy to the floor, they both groaned, as the blue lights passed through their school, breaking through the glass windows, shattering them into pieces. They all heard ringing grumbling, as they couldn't withhold the pain, but lay their palms on their ears just to lessen the sound they heard.

“What the fuck!” Wendy said as she sat up.

Earnestine was speeding through the paved road which was surrounded by tall evergreen trees. She kept her eyes and attention focused on the road, as she began to mumble a spell.

“It's time to find out the truth.” She told herself when she finished the spell.

“Sabrina, what did you do?” Hayley inquired, as she barged into the library. “You don't deserve that answer.” Sabrina told her, arching an eyebrow.

“We wiped the people's memories. Don't pretend as if you're a human.” Janeka mocked. Hayley gazed at them for a few seconds before she rushed back to her room.

“People should have rights to their memories.” Hayley retorted.

“We are only doing this to find out the truth.” Janeka fired.

“Do you want the world in chaos? I bet you do.” Sabrina said peering into her eyes before stroking her face and sighing. “Grow up Hayley Michael. Save yourself before you aid others because one day you'd get yourself killed.” Sabrina cautioned before she stepped out of the library.

What could she do, but let them have their way since they were the elders and knew more than she did?

Freya and Eamon giggled, the streetlights were on, people were going home, darkness was setting in, and she was preparing to retire home. She felt that her sisters would be furious with her for leaving the house all day without even leaving a phone call or text message. She also noticed something weird earlier in the day, and she knew that it was a memory wipe spell.

“I'm going to drop you off.” Eamon insisted.

“Nope. You have to get the rest you need.” Freya smiled, stroking her hands over his opened chest. He felt his hairs stand erect, closing his eyes he inhaled deeply, as he pulled her closer to himself.

“I just want to be with you as long as I can.” He uttered, they held each other around their waists, smiling.

“You would have me as long as you want.” Freya reminded as she kissed his cheek.

“Soon.” She whispered in his ears before pulling away from him.

“Yes. I must see to your safety first.”

“I'm a witch. I can protect myself.” She blurted, heading to the door.

“I know, but still you need me by your side,” Eamon said, as he closed the door hurrying to the car, to open the door for her as a gentleman would always do.

Sabrina was in the kitchen making pancakes. Hayley walked in with two packs of pizza.

“The delivery just came in.” Hayley told her. Sabrina frowned. How can I be making pancakes, and someone stupidly ordered pizza, she thought before using her magic to turn off the cooker.

“Who ordered pizza?” Sabrina asked. “Earnestine.” Hayley answered, as she closed the fridge, and put the two-pack of pizza on the dining table.

“Earnestine well done. You are the best fucking sister in the world.” Sabrina yelled, washing her hand on the sink before dashing out of the kitchen.

“I heard that.” Earnestine said, leaning at the door while watching her leave.

“Well, I am not a woman of many words.”

“Perhaps, you are too weak to stop me.” Earnestine scoffed.

“Perhaps, I'm just showing you mercy,” Sabrina whispered to her ears before running down the basement.

“What does she always do in the basement?” Hayley asked.

“Go and find out.” Earnestine told her. Hayley knew Earnestine just let her anger take over her, the Earnestine she knew would never talk to her that way, she exhaled deeply, staring at her as she left the kitchen.

“It's alright Hayley. I'm not mad at you.” Earnestine bellowed. Hayley breathes out with her palms open before she got back to the sink.

Eamon was driving down the path that led to Freya's house, he was driving above the speed limit. The car was booming with hip-pop music, and they were both nodding to the vibes, they were approaching Weston Hills High. Freya stared at the gates, she saw a male figure standing close to the oak tree, but soon they sped past the school and the hostile figure disappeared. Was that the killer? She thought.

“Watch out!” Freya roared pointing at the male figure standing in the middle of the road. Eamon applied brakes, but it was too late, they knocked him down, and he tumbled down the paved road with no signs of getting up. Freya and Eamon quickly alighted from the car, running to help him up, at least get him to the hospital or Freya would use her powers to heal him. Was he going to survive? Eamon thought. What has he gotten himself into? His heart beats faster as they approached the guy lying unconscious in the middle of the road.

“Come on.” She reiterated, turning him over, before she could think of anything else the male figure seized her hand and stared at her palm, but he couldn't see any mark or scar. He pushed her away, and she fell. Seizing Eamon's neck, he took his hand and gazed at his palm before smiling devilishly and peering into Eamon's eyes. Eamon struggled to breathe, but he was just powerful, he tried to twist his hand, but the stability of this gruesome unknown guy was more powerful than the strength of ten men, and Eamon quivered. He saw the mark on his palm before punching him in his chest. Eamon got moved away, and he crashed on the wheel screen of the car, the glass breaking into pieces. He was bruised, and blood spilled from his mouth, he coughed and more blood escaped his lips spilling on his shirt.

Eamon groaned, as he tried to regain himself, images were dancing in his mind, but still, he could see the unknown figure charging toward him. He was about to hit Eamon again when Freya said a spell that moved him away. Freya knew this wasn't an ordinary human, he was a creature, but she was yet to find out as she had never come across a supernatural so strong. She helped Eamon who was finding it difficult to breathe on his feet, as they trudged down the road that led to Weston Hills High panting, and gasping for breath.

“We are almost there.” Freya reassured. What was happening? How did they just run into this misfortune at this time of the night? She cried within her while she stroked Eamon's chest, muttering a spell, she hoped that nothing would happen to him.

“I'm going to kill you no matter how hard you attempt to escape.” He said. They both stopped, turning around they couldn't see him.

“Come on. We are almost there.” Freya told him, as they hastily moved to the gates. Eamon was still struggling to breathe, Freya stared at him with worried eyes, he was dying and she needed to save him. Freya said a spell, and the gates opened when they passed, she was stepping forward when another spell escaped her lips, and the gates slammed back.

“You're going to be okay.” Freya reassured, as they walked to the sports field.

“I'm dying Freya,” Eamon muttered, as he darted forward before he turned at Freya. “I'm dying.” If only she could feel the pain within him. His heart was dying, the punch was too severe and it must have shattered his ribs.

“I'm not going to let you die.” Freya said, a spell escaping her lips. Her palms glowed with light, as they had been managing to see through the thick darkness of the night, they were no moon, and all the street lights within the perimeter had tripped off, the stars that were supposed to be above the sky had abandoned them. “Argh!” She exclaimed as she got moved away. Nothing had to tell her that it was a witch, after she stumbled down the sports field she attempted to get on her feet, he glanced in the direction where Eamon lay, but he was no longer there. She closed her eyes, and tears dropped, rolling down her cheeks.

“No!!” She roared, as she ran after Eamon who was hanging close to the oak tree, before she could get close to him, she was clamped to the ground by a spell, struggling to move, but she couldn't. She heard his scream when he was stabbed by the dagger, she sniffled attempting to use her magic, but the figure who pinned her was restraining her from using her magic. She watched Eamon's body hit the rough barks of the tree, as he was engulfed by the oak. It glowed. She felt the pain, her eyes were swollen, and her tears kept flowing down.

“No!” She screamed. They killed him, she couldn't believe that this was happening to her. Freya saw it with her eyes, her fiancé died, and there was nothing she could do to help. She screamed as she moved through the air, tumbling down away after the figure that held her at a spot said a spell. They both disappeared into thin air, why Freya was weeping silently, as she texted Janeka.

“Help me.” She muttered as she sent the message, closing her eyes, she let unconsciousness take her away.