My Sunshine | Camille O'Connell

(11) Girl in New Orleans | Part 3

The church was a fucking mess.

Pews and columns were knocked down, there was paper scattered everywhere, and pieces of glass littered the floor.

So this girl is really powerful then?

I couldn't find my brother or the kid, so I imagine he's fucked off and took him as collateral.

I could see Davina passed out near the alter, which from what little my mother explained about our magic means lack of control over big waves.

Interesting.

I quickly turn to Cami, who looks worried for Davina. "You need to get out of here. If Marcel sees you, it's trouble for us all." She looks deviant at first, but I take her hands. "I know you want to help, but you'll do a better job of that in the long run if we keep our cover. I will take care of her, I promise sunshine." With a final look of uncertainty, Cami makes her way back to the party.

When she's gone, I speed over to the unconscious girl and give her a slight shake. "Come on, dear. I don't bite."

She slowly opens her eyes before asking groggily. "W-what happened? W-who are you?"

"You nearly blew up the church with your bloody mind and knocked my brother on his arse. It was quite fascinating to hear, only wish I could've seen it." At my words, it looks like something registered in her mind as she backed away from me with a glare.

"You're one of them too, aren't you? The old ones?" The what now? This girl has an active imagination.

"Sweetheart, do I look old to you?" She continued glaring at me. "Was it the accent that gave it away? Most people find it soothing."

"Your accent isn't the issue. The killing of innocent people on the other hand, I have a problem with that." She is sassy. And a powerful witch. "And if you're trying to pretend otherwise, I wouldn't refer to the jerk I 'knocked on his ass' as your brother." And she's inquisitive.

"I couldn't help but bring it up. It's always a fun time to see the man lose." I laughed at the thought, causing Davina to let a small grin slip as she was no doubt picturing it in her own mind.

"It was pretty cool to wipe the smirk off his face. He underestimated me." The grin on her face grew wider. She's a bit cocky, but I suppose that happens when you have strong magic.

"Are you sure about that, sweetheart? Because from where I was standing it seems your outburst was a bit unexpected. There's an awful lot of magic inside of you for a....how old are you exactly?" At my response, her grin dissipates and she looks down sheepishly.

"I'm sixteen." She replies. A bit older than I thought, but no matter.

"Figured. So a sixteen year old witch with an exuberant amount of magical power. Sounds like a recipe for disaster. I mean you no disrespect in saying this, Davina, but you have no idea what you're doing do you?" At this, her eyes snap up.

"I know plenty! I know how to make buildings rattle, I know how to make someone's blood boil, I know how to detect when another witch is using magic, I know how to make windows explode!" She suddenly shouts, defensively.

"I'm sure you have a wonderful resume, but in how many of these tricks did you stay conscious? Were they your own doing or something brought on by emotion?"

She's left speechless. "I'm....still working some things out, but even still I'm more powerful than your brother!"

"Magic has always been our great downfall in terms of physical strength. However, that's not the only trick my brother has. Klaus is clever, easy to offend, and stupid at times, but he's a clever bastard. He will use every avenue he can to get what he wants, and he won't spare any mercy to those who get in his way. If you're going to fight against my brother's wishes, then you must be prepared to be a different person on the other side." She looks confused at my admission.