The Secret Side Of Magic

Chapter Two: Dark Features

A/N Flashback time!

"You know if you didn't encourage your sister to get into all that dark crap she might still be alive."

Kat scoffed, tears running down her cheeks, "Wow mom, that's real low of you. You can't cope with Jess' death so you blame her kid sister? Most normal people go to therapy."

"It's true you know. Your dad even admitted it, you two were mixed up with the wrong people, and you never even tried to stop her, even when you saw the signs she was slipping."

"How was it my fault?! Why was it my responsibility?? You're the parents, you should've done something!" Kat sobbed, pushing her mom, "But no! You were too busy messing around with Mr. Donovan! Why didn't you save her?! Why didn't you save me?"

Kat ran out of the house, hot tears streaming as she ran towards an old barn. She pulled an old board out of the wall and picked up a medium-sized black box with white ancient writing on the top.

She laid down a cloth and set five candles in the shape of a pentagram, took a small bowl and filled it with small bones and herbs and threw a lit match into the bowl.

"Attenrobendum eos, ad ligandum eos, potiter eos, coram me." She chanted over and over again, when she opened her eyes, her vision became spotted, "Please, she cried, bring my sister back to me."

Kat woke up, not knowing how long she'd been out, but it couldn't have been too long since the candles were still burning. Discouraged she blew them out and packed up her things.

I'll try again tomorrow, she thought and then remembered the last words her sister said to her. "Kat, this life, it isn't safe, and the last thing I'd want you to do is to get involved with it. Please, Kat, I love you too much to see you make the same mistakes I did."

Kat sighed and took the black box outside of the barn. She piled up some hay and sticks, placed the box on top of them, and set it ablaze. She waited until every bit of it was burned, while she was waiting she noticed a few peculiar things. Scars, a lot of scars, on her legs, arms, chest, and back, that weren't there this morning. Also a blade in her boot, a black dagger with a sheath built into her boots. She was still a bit disoriented from passing out, so she would examine them further once she got home and apologized to her parents.

Once the box was burned she made her way back home, only to see chaos. Three firetrucks surrounded her home, cops on the outskirts keeping people at bay. She stumbled back, her thoughts jumbled.

"No. No no no this isnt right..." More tears filled her eyes are she thoughtlessly ran towards her house, only to be stopped by a policeman.

"Please let me in!! M-my mom and dad are in there!" She sobbed as she fought against his grip, "Let me go!" Kat hammered against his chest trying to escape but he only held her close, repeatedly whispering, "I'm so sorry, I'm so so sorry." as she slowly stopped fighting and sobbed in his arms.

A few days later Kat was still at the police station as they sorted things out. She woke up in a small office reaching for her necklace and panicking where she didnt feel it.

"O-office banks?!" She yelled out, "Have you seen my necklace? It was a four-leaf clover pressed into a clear case thing I swear I just had it on." Kat rummaged through the blankets looking for it. Office Banks simply cleared his throat, holding the chain up.

"It was under the chairs." He smiled kindly, and Kat returned the gesture. That night she packed up her few belongings. She had no other family, and shed die before she got put in foster care.

She was determined to find out what happened to her family. The detectives were at a loss, they never found any bodies.

She was determined to find out what really happened to her sister.

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"Please, I swear I didnt do it!" She pleaded, "Please I have a son. H-hes my family!"

"You should've thought about your family before killing mine", Kat said, holding a long sword to the witches throat.

"What happened to you Katana? You had so much potential, just like your sister. But witch killing? That's low, even for an Ex mistress of the dark arts." The witch smiled up at Kat, who was almost baring her teeth, put more pressure on the sword, causing the witch to wince as a bit of blood ran down her neck.

"Listen, Sister Abandon," She said it like it was poison in her mouth, "All I want to know is, why did you kill my sister?"

"I'm telling you, I didn't kill her."

"Hm, for some reason I don't believe you." Kat tightly smiled and brought the knife back before swinging forward and cleanly separating the witches head from her shoulders.

"Kat...W-whatve you done."

Kat looked towards the voice, wiping a bit of blood off her face, "Sorry Andrew, but it had to be done. She killed Jess."

"My mom was a lot of things Kat, a liar wasn't one of them. You know that. She didn't kill your sister."

"This isn't your fight Andrew." She wiped her blade off and stuck it in the sheath that was slung behind her back.

"You made it my fight when you killed my mother. Next time I see you, you're dead."

"I look forward to that." Kat winked as she walked away, she couldn't believe it was done. She had finally tracked down her sisters killer, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

"Please...help me."

A small whisper shook Kat out of her thoughts. She followed the voice and found a girl, a bit younger than her, huddled in the furthest corner.

"What happened to you?" Kat asked as she quickly tried to pick the lock, "Crap, it's a spellbound lock." She quickly racked her brain," Aliese," she whispered to the lock. A small click echoed through the empty chambers as the girl scrambled to her feet.

"Come on, lets get you out of here."

"How'd you know that spell?" She asked as she held onto Kat for support

"I used to be a witch of the dark arts. I'm Kat."

"I'm Zara."

The spell Kat uses is translated to 'Command them, bind them, bring them to me."