full moon - agatha all along

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘅𝗶𝗶.

chapter xii
" low "

MAEVE

"I've gotta get out of here," Agatha states and walks straight to the balcony glass door. She grabs a candlestick from the small table next to the couch and she begins hitting the glass with it in an attempt to break it. I'm glad that Agatha is taking the thought of dying so calmly, without activating recklessly.

"Agatha. . ." Lilia trails off as she and the rest follow Agatha towards the balcony glass door while keeping their distance, not wanting a candlestick to end up on their heads. I scoff slightly and walk past them. Who is scared of a candlestick, we are witches for fuck's sake.

Billy obviously follows right behind me. "It'll break!" he screams, eager to stop Agatha from tearing the fricking house down. I think the point is to break, but we're moving past that.

Lilia is almost as close as Billy and I are to Agatha and she stands there with a shocked expression and a hand over her mouth, unable to do anything. Agatha knocks the glass a little too hard and it cracks from the very top to the very bottom. Yet, that doesn't seem to satisfy her and she keeps on hitting the candlestick against the fragile glass.

"She can't keep doing this," Alice exclaims, keeping her distance from Agatha but ready to get involved if needed. Alice, we have a witch on the run and you are literally a cop. It is important you take your vow seriously or does it only apply to minors drinking? Still not over that.

What's the worst that can happen? She'll probably just send me to hell and back. I grab Billy's hand to channel his rather calm emotions and then shoot the candlestick with a blast of indigo energy. Agatha stumbles, feeling the vibration of the blast, and the candlestick slips through her fingers, onto the ground, shattering.

Agatha roars, turning around, and scanning the room like a beast ready to hunt. I raise my hands in surrender and shrug. Agatha sighs sharply, looking away from me. She basically ignores me. Again. Whenever I do anything that she doesn't necessarily approve of, she just ignores my existence. Classic Agatha fucking Harkness.

"You can't run from the poison," Jen scolds, losing her temper with Madame Purple Mess over there. I can't believe I'm saying this but I have to agree with Jen on this. Plus, Purple Mess is out of control and since Lilia doesn't seem to care enough to keep us in line anymore, then so be it, Jen will take that role.

"She didn't drink the poison," Billy points out, raising Agatha's glass, which is still filled with wine halfway through. "You can't cheat, Agatha." Un-fucking-believable. Traitor.

"Why? Who says?" she screams like a cornered animal, unable to get away with this. I scoff, shaking my head in disbelief. After everything. Everything.

I have defended her to the best of my ability. I blamed her behaviour on her being used to the power she used to have, but this. . . This is not the person I thought she was. Maybe I was wrong all along. Maybe she really is driven by power, ready to sabotage us in order to take the easy road out of the woods.

"Oh, that's ridiculous!" she spats at Lilia which only heightened the tension in the room. "We don't all have to suffer," Agatha points at me, ready to let me take the fall, "Maeve didn't drink!" I stay still, looking at her like a child of a broken home. That was low, even for her.

Jen steps in to defend me though, something I am not really sure if I appreciate but definitely respect. "She's not in the coven. And she's underage!" Jen explains, her voice higher than before, getting angrier with Agatha's behaviour.