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by unger99

by unger99

ATTENTION! Cursing in following chapter! If you do not wish to read profanity STOP READING NOW.

Zoe POV

I had to tell Kyle about the spell to end the power. Just after the morning assembly. "Alright girls! The official first day of class! Yay! We have brought in our teachers who will be mentoring you until you master your power. Here is the list of mentors:
Hollie... Pyrokinesis
Carolina Marie... Transmutation
Rachel... Telekinesis
Katherine... Divination
Delaney... Resurgence
Petra... Clairvoyance
Gia... Alchemy
Jan... Human Voodoo doll
Maureen... Concilium

Other powers will have to go to a special irregular class often. I am excited to start so, go ahead get your schedules on the table. " I finished the speech with confidence. All of the girls evacuated the room with their schedules in hand. Queenie approached me. "Hey, are those mentors gonna stay in the house? Cuz' I'm not sure we have the space," she questioned. "No they aren't. They are staying in the attached house," I answered. I noticed Kyle's gaze on me. I asked, "what?"
"Is there something wrong? You seem odd." I took his arm and. Led him into the nearest bathroom. Locked the door. "What is this? Zoe, what's going on," Kyle inquires confused why I locked us in the bathroom.
"I contacted Cordelia with the ouija board last night."
"Why?"
"So I could learn how to get rid if my black widow power..."
"You don't have to do that for me. It doesn't matter. I love you."
"I wanted to do this for us. We both want to. I love you. Even if I cant stop it, I can pause it."
He nodded. I wrapped him in an embrace. I whispered into his shoulder, "this road goes two ways."
"So can you do the spell?"
"I'm not quite sure. Later when the girls are asleep will be a more suitable time to try. And you can help."
Anyone who can read can do a grimoire spell. I taught Kyle how to pronounce the Latin before. Now we can do this together. I think it kind of made him feel out of place, being in a house full of witches and not being able to do a simple incantation. You could tell he was excited. We hadn't been doing important magic since the Seven Wonders. Walking into the greenhouse, Kyle locked the door and drew the curtains. It was dark until I simultaneously lit all of the candles with pyrokinesis. Plants of all specimens inhabited the room. This was Cordelia's sanctuary, this is where I can draw the most power. By reading the spell, he gathered the ingredients needed. Once all of the ingredients were placed in their positions, I began to chant. Regorteem havitum gregoriom ferarrat crabit sachin uhvegwat. Regorgteem havitum gregoriom ferarrat crabit sachin uhvegwat. Each time a verse was repeated, my volume grew. The spell took in every inch of my body. Harvesting it for the elements to use. Regorteem havitum gregoriom ferarrat crabit sachin uhvegwat! Regorteem havitum gregoriom ferarrat crabit sachin uhvegwat! REGORTEEM HAVITUM GREGORIOM FERARRAT CRABIT SACHIN UHVEGWAT! Every ounce of my existence filled the empty spaces of the spell. I felt it. One at a time, each bone in my body began to break. The spell had taken a hold of me. Pain escaped my mouth in the form of blood-curdling screams. I twisted in positions unfathomable. If I wasn't in pain, it probably looked kinky. Nothing was registering correctly to me. Pain was a hallucination. A hallucination Kyle was tremendously worried about. He was trying to help me but my rapid movement would not allow him to. And then he did something surprising, something he must have discovered himself. He shouted, "Tecantchi olalique lorazet! Tecantchi olalique lorazet! TECANTCHI OLALIQUE LORAZET!" All of the snapping ceased. It had stopped. Was my power gone? Kyle's breathing was hitched. He was physically drained. His eyes struggle to hold their lids. With a hand propping him up on the table, he allowed a breathy laugh to escape. As did I. A queasy feeling threatened at the pit of my stomache. I reached for my abdomen. Kyle nervously walked towards me. My brain suddenly stopped instructing everything else what to do. Air would not fill my lungs. I found myself crashing to the ground. My love was afraid and at my side attempting to figure out what was possibly wrong with me. Blackness welcomed me as I slipped away from reality.

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3 months after
Kyle's POV
"When can I see Zoe? I need to see her! You have been hiding her from me for 2 and a half months now. I know she is awake! I heard some of these goddamned witches talking. They say that she is awake and scared. You have to let me see her! I'm dying! Without Zoe, I might as well be dead." I rattled off at Queenie, Julie, and Jane. They have been guarding the greenhouse for what seems like an eternity. "Kyle, I'm sorry. Zoe is dead. We couldn't help her." Queenie stated with grief. No. Not Zoe. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Huh? Why now? This isn't true. No, it couldn't be. She wouldn't leave me again." I mumbled in disbelief. Queenie's expression changed from sorrow to ironic disbelief.
"Of course not, Spencer! If you haven't noticed that you live in a coven of fucking witches. Fifty percent of us can bring her back and more if she was dead!"
"What kind of trick is that?!" I spat with venom in my tone. After that mini heart attack, it took me a mere thirty seconds to regroup and recollect my thoughts.
"So why wont you let me see her?"
"Fine. Go ahead. You're in for a surprise." She shrugged me off without a care. My eyes practically popped out of my sockets. That was all I had to do? I ranted to them everyday about Zoe. My gaze shifted between the three of them. Julie and Jane shrugged. So now is when I finally get to see my dear Zoe. The door was now the only object blocking my path. Twisting the handle, a low-lying cot came into vision. Stepping through the frame revealed Zoe lying on her back with bundles of blankets over her. She released a small smile and a softened expression at the sight of me. "Kyle." Her voice was raspy and sad. She had clearly been crying. I rushed down to her side and held her delicate hand in mine. "What's wrong, Zo?" I asked. She sucked in a harsh breath and sniffled. Blankets were shoved away to reveal her body. I half expected to see broken mangled legs from the spell. I guess the incantation I used fixed her. Instead, underneath the bundled cloths was an enlarged stomache. Zoe was pregnant. I was taken aback. She spoke, "the spell didn't pause my black widow power. It gave us a loophole." Anxiety and certainty rang in her words. "Please say something."
"I love you."