LOGINCordelia The bedroom was dark when I opened my eyes, but I could tell that Lorne was still sound asleep next to me. Knowing I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep and not wanting to disturb him, I carefully got out of bed. After tossing on a robe that Jo let me borrow, I quietly made my way down to the kitchen to get the coffee started before anyone else decided to wake up. The Earth may still be as it always was, but life as we all knew it will never be the same. Everything could have gone so much worse than what it did, but that didn't make the great loss that was felt by everyone any easier to bear. It didn't matter what side you fought on, or if you decided not to fight at all; you knew someone who did .... and you knew someone who died. I felt the pain that the members of Gypsy Rain felt. Their loss was written across their faces and sorrow filled the depths of their eyes. Not only did they suffer the loss of friends and family, but also their beloved Luna .... their leader
Cordelia Harlee had loaded me up with whatever handguns and extra mags she could before we took off to help in whatever way possible. In all honesty, I'm pretty certain I was just there to be Harlee's arsenal pack mule, but whatever. As soon as Harlee and I left the front porch, bullets hit the ground around us, making us stop in our tracks. "Fucking city people can't shoot for fucking shit!" Harlee yelled out as she held up her gun, pointed it at some guy dressed in skinny jeans and a T-shirt who was standing near the tree line, and pulled the trigger once, hitting him right in the center of the fucking chest. The stranger quickly dropped to the ground. Harlee and I ran over to him, and she picked up his fancy, fast-shooting rifle and flung it over her shoulder. I watched her with wide eyes filled with surprise and admiration. "Where the fuck did you learn to shoot?!?" "You can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of the girl. Rednecks know
Sylvia James sent another ball of his magic towards me. This time I caught it and used my own magic to hold it still, but I didn't know what the fuck to do with it. Anywhere I sent it, I risked killing someone else again. And it's not like I could send it back at James... he would anticipate me trying to use it against him. I heard James laugh as the weight of the bright orange orb grew, and I realized it was getting bigger. That mother fucker was adding to it! James was one of the first warlocks... he also decided to go to the dark side. In one aspect, he was stronger than me, but only because he had been around so much longer than I had and he was using dark magic. My magic was newer, pure ..... and I was Hecate's fucking daughter! I may not have Darcy or Rhi here to help me .... but I could take this piece of shit on. I just had to think .... I could send his magic out .... but I risked killing anyone it came in contact with, and I couldn't let that happen. I could send t
Maeve Kayin and I gave in to the darkness, and it .... felt ... so .... fucking .... good. I could understand the addiction to dark magic, as the pleasurable pain released endorphins that made the unbearable moment completely euphoric. The screams of pain coming from those Kayin was slowly killing as her howling attacked their minds started to please me in ways I couldn't begin to explain. "ENOUGH!" she screamed into my mind, snapping me back to the light and making Kayin immediately stop her attack. Aunt Rhi?! "You will not be taking any lives today, Maeve!" she yelled over mind link. "I will NEVER allow the darkness to consume you!" But they're taking innocent lives! Kayin is SO fucking close to ending this! "It is NOT your place to be judge, jury, and executioner, Maeve!" Aunt Rhi snapped back. "Bad things will always happen to good souls, but everything happens for reasons that can't always be explained. It's not about understanding why the journey is happening; it'
Darcy When I arrived at Fiona's, there was bloodshed and death in every direction. As humans fought to kill, the supernatural fought to live, and I couldn't help but wonder if I should have simply brought Robert and Cara here to begin with. Fiona could have healed him, and at least Cara and I would have been together when the fighting started. Instead, for reasons I couldn't explain, I was drawn to go to Seth and Rhi. "Cara .... where are you?!" I said out loud, hoping to connect to her telepathically. I could feel that my daughter was safe, and I hoped that the sudden sound of my voice didn't distract her from protecting herself. "Mom?!? I'm OK, I'm with Brett," Cara answered quickly, but just hearing her voice was all that I needed to ease my mind .... slightly. While looking around to find out where I was needed the most, I wondered how many selfish individuals were in hiding with their cellphones in their hands, recording the brutality to share with others for attention,
Rieka Everyone thought creating the mind link between all supernaturals had knocked me out, and that's exactly what I let them believe, because I needed them to believe it while I figured out what needed to be done. Ironic, really. I guess that I'm not all that different from Julia after all. We may not be related by blood, but I now completely understood why she did everything she did. As my body seemingly lay unconscious on the bed, my spirit was able to see what we all had become and what was happening to the Earth that we all lived on, but were completely ignoring. Those I loved and those who put their trust in me to protect them only saw the battles that were happening in front of them .... but I saw everything. It was clear to me that this was a fight that everyone would lose, with each side suffering great loss by the time it was all said and done, and the earth going up in flames. That was something I couldn't allow to happen. The whole world was slowly giving in to hatr







