The Warp and The Weft

Chapter Five: As Bright as the Night - Rebecca

Rebecca's eyes fixed on her brother's form, he knelt into the tiles of the roof the three creatures stood atop, breathing heavily with eyes that danced around focusing on things unseeable to her own eyes. She had visions, but they were never as disorienting as Philip's. Her's were more subtle and lasted a few seconds at most unless she was intentionally scrying a vision into existence by her own will.

Philip was never very good at the art of scrying, it was a water-oriented power after all. While Philip, as a Weaver, could reach into powers other than his native Fire, he could never fully master any of their abilities. Rebecca has always been told that no one Witch, Weaver or not, could hold so much power without upsetting the balance of all things. The only one to even come close to feats like these was Diana herself, and only under very specific and unique circumstances surrounding heritage, training and sheer dumb luck.

Philip began to shiver and not from the temperature, neither of the twins was very sensitive to its changes. Two trails of red ran from her brother's eyes as he collapsed onto the roof and began to slide towards the edge causing Ange to squark in horror.

"Shit," Rebecca spat as she grabbed her brother by the arm "I've got you, Pip."

She lifted Philip onto the flatter area towards the middle of the roof, if he had fallen into the crowded street below there would have been some serious explaining to do. Rebecca took up the slack of Philip's magic, bending the light he was no longer holding up causing her to let out a groan as the magic pushed through her arms.

She dropped the large barriers and concentrated purely on reflecting light away from the roof, concealing the trio in darkness. Ange slowly knelt and felt out the flooring before sitting down against the same chimney stack Rebecca now leant Philip against. She couldn't see as well in the dark as the twins, especially Rebecca, she could see in almost pitch black darkness any day.

"This is pretty weird, Agne," She said, pulling her phone out of her back pocket "I'm gonna call in, just in case."

Ange remained silent, trying not to focus on their height and how dark it was within Rebecca's influence. She opened her contacts and scrolled down before clicking on the number for her mother. She picked up on the first ring.

"Becca?" the soft voice came through "Honey, is everything alright with Philip?"

"Of course, you picked up on it that quickly," She replied "Not that I'm surprised."

"Rebecca," Diana said flatly "How is your brother?"

"Fine," She said "Got caught in his Second Sight while roof jumping with me and Ange to a club in town."

"I thought I told you no vampire running or flying around Paris at night," Diana said with a tone of annoyance, Rebecca could see in her own more present Second Sight that her mother was pinching the bridge of her nose "Are you at least cloaking yourselves?"

"Of course mom, we're not stupid," Rebecca saw her father in the chair next to Diana roll his eyes "and don't think I didn't see that dad." he cracked a half-smile before licking his finger and turning the page of his book.

"Wouldn't dream of it, ma petite."

"Also Pip blacked out," Rebecca added quickly.

"What!?" both her parents exclaimed at once "Is he alright?" "Were you seen?"

"Yes, he's fine and no, we weren't seen." Rebecca reassured, "He got pulled in very deep and started crying before he just collapsed."

"Was it precognitive or just a vision?" Diana asked.

"Both," Rebecca replied "By the look of the white threads, I think he went back and forth a few times but he defiantly ended on a future event. I'll ask him when he gets up."