TheHolograms

Closure There was only a light breeze as Minx stood in the center clearing of The Grove. Wearing only her orange tiger-stripe robe, contemplating the small pyramid of kindling set up in the fire pit before her. Without looking she could sense Jerrica walk over to stand beside her. "I'm going to ask you one more time: Are you sure you want to do this?" For a moment the uncertainty was as clear as day on Ingrid's face. She had wanted nothing more than to speak with the spirits of Rory and Phoebe one more time. But now that the moment of truth had arrived, she couldn’t help but feel apprehensive.| However, that reluctance was washed away by a sudden wave of determination. The nightmares, the fear, the guilt. She couldn’t continue letting them eat away at her soul like this.| "Yes...yes, I do." She turned to face the Mistress. "I need to do this, Jerrica. We both do." Jerrica, who was herself apprehensive at the prospect of seeing her fallen lover again, nodded in

Reunion Carmen suddenly stood up, revealing her supposed injury to be nothing but a ruse. Clash stopped in her tracks, standing there wide-eyed like a deer caught in a pair of headlights. Terror began rising within the vampire like the tide, threatening to overwhelm the empathic witch. Something within Clash broke. She turned and fled back into the woods, shouting "I'm sorry!" Carmen stood there for a couple of seconds. Then memories of the last time she had stood idly by and watched Clash run away flashed before her eyes. No, not again. She took off on the trail of her now-revealed admirer. Inwardly, she cursed herself for her little act of deception. Trickery of this sort was not her way. But the maddening need to know who had been watching had driven her to desperate measures. She just hoped she could set things right once she caught up with the purple-haired vampire. Maneuvering through the trees and across uneven terrain, she found it rough going.

Chapter 6: Dawn The first streaks of light shone through the woods of the Hollywood Hills as dawn approached. While the sun by itself held no danger to a Daywalker like Clash, it did present the threat of being seen. She had been hidden in those woods all night. Watching the Holograms’ Coven - including her angel - from a distance. She had heard someone else approach through the undergrowth, getting far closer to the clearing than she would have dared. She had watched as the second intruder had narrowly avoided being scorched by magic and been discovered by the witches. Once brought into the light, Clash recognized her as that magician Astral, from that TV special a few months back. Using her enhanced hearing to eavesdrop on their conversation, she heard Astral accept their offer to become one of them. Then bore witness to what she assumed was the strange process that turned a person into a witch. It was intense, intimidating and beautiful all at the same