(continuation of my tate and violet fic, called protection.) zoe langdon, daughter of tate langdon and violet harmon, born the next most powerful witch. she arrives in a place where she can control her powers, and rule.
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"Bullshit. There's no way I could've messed up the spell."
Madison rolled her eyes again, trying to explain that zoe didn't mess up the spell; she just missed a part.
"I wish I could tell you how to fix it, but I've never done resurrection before." Madison said. Zoe sighed, then sat next to Kyle on her bed.
"Kyle? Do you know your name?" Zoe asked. Kyle didn't look at her, because he didn't know his name. He didn't know he was being called.
"How am I going to fix this?" Zoe huffed. Madison then found herself with an idea, a person came into mind. If they couldn't hear kyle speak, maybe they could hear him think.
"Nan Can help." Madison replied. Zoe knew where she was going with this, so they both left Kyle in the room by himself while they went and looked for nan. They should've realized that leaving a toddler alone WOULDNT be a good idea.
"Nan, where are you?" Madison and zoe called out, fast walking down the stairs. Nan and Queenie sat at in the dining room, Nan studying some book and Queenie eating.
"Nan, we need you." Zoe said. Nan closed her book shut, then turned to the blonde and brunette.
"Why?" Nan asked. Whatever that book was, it was sure important because it seemed like she didn't wanna stop reading it.
"What is that?" Madison spoke up. Madison tried to grab it, but Nan flew her across the room.
"Could you two stop it for a damn second?" Zoe sighed in frustration. Nan rolled her eyes at Madison, while Madison stood up flipping her off. Zoe glanced at the so called book, she could see a few sentences but not many since nans body was blocking it. It looked like a spell book, but a dark one.
One flash of light.
Two flashes of light.
Three flashes.
Zoe was staring into a dim, black space. She could see nan. Nan was powerful. The supreme. But somehow she cheated? She did something wrong to be the supreme. She hurt someone. Or something.
"She hurt you." A voice called out to zoe. Zoe looked around the black space, looking for the voice she heard. It was a familiar voice. Her voice?
She saw herself standing in front of her. She was taken back by this, but decided to stay calm Incase she was passed out and dreaming, or if it was a demon or something. She wasn't sure who, or what was standing three feet away from her.
"Zoe." Her own self said to her. Zoe didn't know what to say, or do. So she just examined the figure. It looked exactly like her, sounded like her, and it was in her head.
"Nan will kill you."
Zoe laughed at that. Nan was small, and her powers weren't strong. She could never kill someone as powerful as zoe.
"Bullshit. Nans not as powerful as me." Zoe said back. The woman laughed. Her laugh sounded like zoe's too.
"That book."
Zoe didn't know what this person was, so she didn't say anything. The human looking thing laughed again, this time she scoffed with it.
"Oh, come on. You know exactly what I'm speaking of."
Zoe bit her bottom lip. She didn't know what to say. She did in fact know what book the person was talking about. The book that nan had. That she was studying.
"That's how she gets powerful. More powerful than you. You must kill her."
"Before she kills you."
Zoe was now angry at..herself. She threw her hands up in frustration. She ran up to the person, spirit, demon, whatever the hell it was and she tried to punch it. She hated it.
"Don't you realize who I am?" The voice asked. Zoe refused to believe this spirit was her. It couldn't have been her. She was her. Nobody else.
"I'm you." Blood ran from the other zoe's face. Her arms had turned a cold black, along with her face and legs. The zoe that she was seeing was evil. It made her scared just looking at it.
"You will become me." It spoke, with a demonic tone this time. Zoe feared this part of her self. All her emotions rushed to her at once, leaving her with sad cries.
"No. I will never be you." Zoe said slowly. She knew her true self. The girl who would watch sunsets with her father every night, the girl who would paint with her mother, the girl who would babysit her foster siblings. She was anything but evil. She was pure, and true.
"Think about it, zoe. Your father was a mass murderer who murdered his classmates and sent to an asylum. Your mother died from suicide after murdering her fathers mistress. And you, you evil soul..you lit your boyfriends house on fire. He and his mother were in the home. You killed them both. YOU, MURDERER."
"It can't be." Zoe thought to herself. She barely remembered anything from that night. All she remembered was seeing her boyfriend with another girl in his bedroom. She remembered lighting the curtains on fire. That was it. The next morning she had woke up with no memory except a few things. Her parents immediately sent her away. The monster that was speaking these things was her. It was true. She was a killer. She was evil.
"Please, stop it!" Zoe begged. Tears streamed down her face when she spoke. She couldn't believe who she was. What she had become. She thought of her parents, and how disappointed they'd be in her. Even though the things the voice said was true about her parents, they weren't evil. They were the best parents zoe could ask for.
"Evil."
Zoe banged her fists against her head repeatedly, she wanted it to stop. She wanted the voice to stop. She wanted time to stop. She wanted the truth to stop.
