100. THE MURDER HOUSE

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Chapter one hundred

"The murder house."











The Black witches every summer would go to Portland, Oregon, to hangout with the gemini witch coven, where over the years they had become less of friends and more like a family seeing as they both equally understood what the hardships of running a coven were like an entailed and that keeping themselves protected from outsiders mattered most.

Where in 1994, contrary to what Beatrix's birth certificate said for those who weren't of the supernatural, Beatrix was a very gifted thirteen year old witch and her best friend or more so her older sister figure came in the form of one Josette Parker who always was looking out for her even in the months they didn't see each other, they kept in touch through their magic.

Except this visit didn't end like all the others where the two would hug each other goodbye, but in a bloody massacre, that would cause Beatrix never to remember this part of her life or at least that's what was supposed to happen, thanks to the events on may 9th, 1994.

Children's screams filled the house, Beatrix had found the twins and was sitting with them behind the bed forced to have listened to the sound of her best friend getting stabbed in the chest, Lucas and Olivia were holding onto her hands for dear life "Josette. Where are they?" Kai asked, as a scream filled the house, Josette then could be heard moaning in pain as she then started sobbing "oh, Jo. Come on out, Jo. I know you can hear me." Kai shared, as the sound of someone walking into the room they were hiding in could be heard "Josette?" Kai asked, but his voice was far away.

"Beatrix?" Jo whispered, and when she did, Beatrix got up and looked at her and so did the twins "where are they, Jo? Or should I be asking Beatrix? She went missing after you got stabbed. Oh, Beatrix!" Kai voiced, as Jo hid the knife behind her back and walked toward's them "hey, you two having fun with Trixi?" she asked, as Lucas and Olivia nodded "we've been playing hide and seek. Come on." Beatrix said, motioning under the bed, Lucas and Olivia crawled underneath it along with Beatrix and Jo.

Where footsteps could then be heard "come on out, Beatrix. You know your not really apart of this family. So why would I kill you? I'll just send you on your way. Preferably screaming through the woods in terror." Kai shared, as he stopped in the doorway of the room they were in, he then began walking inside, where the four of them could see Kai's feet from under the bed, Beatrix was holding Lucas and Olivia in her arms while Jo had her arms wrapped around her, where they watched as Kai but soon turned heading away from them.

But then he came back and just stood there, where his feet then turned to where he was facing them and as he stepped forward, he then reached down and lifted up the bed

Waking up, Beatrix then saw the Kai from the 1994 prison world "wakey, wakey." he said, reaching down and pulling her out of the trunk by her hands, he then put his arm around her body, swinging her out and putting her on the ground "I had the strangest dreams." Beatrix shared "let me guess? It was me flying you on a private flight where you were impressed with my flying skills. No it couldn't have been because I had already knocked you out with pain killers." Kai shared, grabbing the bag from the trunk and tossing it on the ground.

"To take me where?" Beatrix asked "Portland, Oregon, stomping grounds of Courtney Love, Tanya Harding, and tons of other awesome people." Kai shared "meaning yourself?" Beatrix questioned "remember that from your newspaper?" Kai asked, leaning down and cutting the ropes off her wrist "I've been counting eclipses since I was imprisoned on this empty planet, and according to my running tally, I've been here for six thousand seven hundred and one supernaturally repeating days, so in the real world, which we'll never get back to because you sent both forms of your magic off in a stuffed dog and a pentagram necklace, todays my favorite day of the year." he shared.

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