full moon - agatha all along

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘃.

chapter iv
" through many miles " 

"What?" Billy and Maeve asked in unison, confusion written all over their faces. Yet Agatha remained unphased. Maeve's dark orbs seemed far too familiar for it to be a coincidence. She had seen her before. She felt drawn to her.

Two teenagers wanting to walk the road because they are stupid has never happened before. Agatha is known for her recklessness, but she would never do anything like that, risk the lives of two children. It reminded her so much of her. The time she spent with her, and the lessons they taught each other.

I'm ***** ***** Blake.

Blake.

Blake.

The name altogether didn't ring a bell, but Blake. . . she knows that surname.

"I'm driving," Agatha declared, turning on her heel and walking down the stairs, walking into what seemed to be her office.

Maeve held out her fist and she and Billy quickly bumped their fists. "Told you it would be easy enough," she mumbled softly to his ear as she played with her rings, her black painted nails contrasting against the silver material.

Billy sighed sharply. It seemed far too easy, getting Agatha to take them to The Road, letting them be so close to getting what they really wanted, from power to peace.

"License or not, you're driving," Agatha stated, throwing the car keys to Maeve who was taken by surprise by the sudden attack. Agatha walked past the teenagers and out the door. She didn't even bother to wait for them, if they wished to follow, they would.

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Keeping up with Agatha is anything but easy. Her nonchalant behaviour and diva personality can be quite challenging for someone who just met her.

Driving past the welcome sign, 'Welcome to Westview', Maeve kept one hand on the stirring wheel and placed her left elbow on the window, her eyes lost to the cars in front of her.

"Is she driving in the right direction? " Billy asked. Maeve took her eyes off the road and glared at Billy through the rear-view mirror as if telling him that if he didn't shut up, he definitely wasn't going to go in the right direction.

Agatha, sitting on the passenger's seat, didn't even bother to turn around and look at Billy. "Be cool, man," she sort of pleaded, having enough of these kids.

Placing a hand on her head with hopes that that would stop the migraine she had ever since Rio decided to knock on her door, Agatha kept her eyes outside. The black sunglasses that covered her eyes were now second nature to her—they help with migraines—. In Maeve's eyes, Agatha looked hungover. Very hangover. Theoretically, she was under the influence—of magic—for three years.

The sound of Billy's phone ringing made the boy lean into the front seat to grab it from the phone holder. Both Maeve and Agatha read 'Boyf' on the contact name while underneath was a picture of the so-called boy.

Billy declined the call with a pout that went unnoticed by Agatha, but not Maeve. "Sorry," he mumbled, placing his phone in the back pocket of his jeans. "He worries," Billy adds, leaning back to the backseats. How could he not worry? His boyfriend was off with another teen witch to meet a witch killer who has little to no patience and is super reckless.

"So," Billy started, earning a warning look from Maeve through the rear-view, though he decided to brush it off, " where do we just find a coven?"

Maeve eyed Agatha with the corner of her eye, in hopes that she wouldn't crash the car into someone else's. "Wherever you are, a coven there shall be," Agatha stated, her voice unreadable.

Billy gasped softly, "That's beautiful."

Agatha's head swiftly turned to Billy, disgust and helplessness written all over her face "No. It's definitely not," she declared, "But it is the Covenstead Rule. Within any three-mile radius, there will be a collection of witchy enough people to form a coven."

That indeed sounded unpleasant to Maeve. A selection of witches wherever she goes, ready to form a coven. Ugh, she can't seem but be with Agatha on this. It's definitely not beautiful or magical, it's claustrophobic.

However, Billy seemed to differ on that. "Can you actually jot that down for me?" Billy asked, taking out of his pocket his little spellbook. Agatha turned to look at him, her sunglasses falling ever the slightest down her nose. Billy, unbothered, continued, "There's a pen in the glove compartment."

Agatha opened the glove compartment, holding up a pen. "Oh. Okay. Of course. Will this be. . ."

"Yeah," Billy assured, holding his hand forward so Agatha could hand him the pen.

"Perfect," Agatha mumbled, throwing the pen out the window. She turned to Billy motioning to the spellbook, a soft smile on her face, "Do you want me to take that?"

Billy shoved the spellbook in his jeans, "No, it's. . . I'll remember it."

Maeve kept on driving, with no intention of joining their conversation about covens and witchhood.

"—Ah. Stop," Agatha stated, taking off her sunglasses, and eyeing a particular store. Billy looked out of the window, trying to understand what it was that Agatha saw, finding no luck however.

Maeve frowned her eyebrows, looking around. "What?" She questioned, not sure if she should pull over or not.

"Here. Now," Agatha pointed to a psychic readings store and, although Maeve found it weird, she complied with Agatha. Not that she really had a choice.

She pulled over right in front of the store. Yeah, that seems like fraud. "Do we really think there is a witch in there?" Maeve asked, her eyes locked to the store with uncertainty in her eyes.

"We'll see if she knows the secret handshake," Agatha explained, sarcasm dripping down with each word she uttered. Maeve leaned back in the driver's seat, cursing under her breath the fate that brought her anywhere but here.

Agatha took the pearl necklace that hung from the rear view and tried to attach the claw to the other end of the necklace, with no luck. Maeve, noticing that Agatha was close to suffocating herself with what she was doing, took the necklace from Agatha's hands. Agatha shot her a confused look but Maeve ignored it. She brushed Agatha's hair out of the way and attached the two ends together.

"I feel very optimistic about this," Billy exclaimed, opening the backseat door and walking out. Maeve and Agatha exchanged looks and, after a sharp sigh, Maeve unbuckled her seatbelt and followed Billy.

"At least one of us does," Maeve mumbled under her breath. Her fidgeting increased ever so slightly, the nerves suddenly getting to her. Well, not this time. She wasn't going to let it get the best of her now. Now that she was finally going to get answers.

AUTHOR'S NOTE
Helloooo. I missed you all so much! Sorry for not publishing this yesterday, I was out and got back at around midnight! Chapter five is already ready so keep an eye out for it later today. I hope you enjoy this chapter, it's more of a filler but, I think the interactions between Maeve and Agatha are everything.