Xavier threw Leo to the floor as he watched Twyla's body begin to shake, and then convulse. Her glare never faltered from her Uncle, as the walls of his house began to shudder. Grabbing her by the waist, Xavier ignored the punches and kicks and shouting, until they were safely outside of the house, where the roof could not cave in on their heads. It would take a lot more than a collapsing roof to kill him, but Will and maybe even Luna and Twyla would not be able to survive that blow. His vampire brain worked much faster than the other three and though the news of Twyla and Luna's divine identities was rather shocking, he wasn't phased. Twyla was too powerful to be just another witch and Luna, though a novice to magic, was equally terrifying.

From the corner of his eye he saw Will rush a very pale looking Luna out of the house. Xavier cringed, remembering the last time she looked like that, she started to spew pizza chunks on the ground. The revolting smell didn't leave his supernaturally advanced nose until just recently and he really didn't want it come back. Keeping Twyla secured in his arms, he took a step back from Will and Luna. Twyla had stopped fighting him, her arms laid slack by her sides, her legs were just barely supporting as he tried to stand her upright.

"Something's wrong," said Will. He was standing in front of Luna, holding her up by her arms. Her sapphire eyes were diluted by a strange, milky substance, if Will didn't know any better he would have thought she was blind. But that couldn't be, only seconds ago, her eyes were fine. They were glistening with unshed tears but besides that, they were fine.

"Whatever do you mean?" Xavier rolled his eyes, "It's not like they just found out their whole life was a lie."

"Not that!" Will's ears turned red with rage. Turning to look at Twyla, he saw that her usually silver eyes had turned also turned a milky white color. "There's something wrong with their eyes. I don't think they're even conscious."

Spinning Twyla's body around to face him, Xavier's crimson eyes widened like cherry pies- she looked to be completely lifeless, like a rag doll. Cradling her body in one arm, he placed his, cold, dead hand on her cheek. She didn't flinch at the close contact or the severe contrast in temperature. The only thing that kept Xavier from assuming she was dead, was the healthy beat of her heart that pulsed within her chest.

"Twyla!" Xavier tried to shake her awake but she remained a prisoner to her own mind.

A random slew of syllables and sounds that didn't sound like any language he knew, escaped her mouth in between breaths. The amulet she wore around her neck began to glow, the light started off as a soft shimmering and then turned blinding. Witches and their damn jewlery. Everything they owned from a small ring to an elaborate headdress was laced with magic- he didn't understand the need, there was nothing with just having a decorative item that didn't repel demons or create fire.

"Ah!" Will yelled, nearly dropping Luna in the midst. "Don't try to take off the necklace, it'll shock you."

"Of course not. I'm not stupid."

Will tried to look as offended as he felt, but he just ended up looking constipated with all the squinting. Luna's sapphire gem was emitting a bright blue light, much like Twyla's. He had hoped that by removing the necklace, Luna would wake up but whatever witchy-mojo was in that necklace, it didn't want her to wake up just yet.

"Listen rule number two while dealing with witches, is never touch a witch's things. Ever. It doesn't matter if it's even a napkin." There was a haunted gleam in Xavier's eyes as if he spoke from experience.

"What's rule number one?" Will was now cradling Luna in his arms like a baby.

He walked her over to her car, almost tripping once or twice and laid her down in the back seat. He didn't close the door, just in case anything happened. Anything meaning if she suddenly became hurt or if one of the Delphi, decided to attack again. A haggard look overtook his face as he leaned against the car, his head was tilted towards the sky. He was used to the idea of protecting Luna, it was something he did since kindergarten when Lily Claremont threw sand in her face. But standing up to a five year-old bully was a lot different than standing up to psychotic warlocks.

"Rule number one: never fall in love with a witch."

Will's head snapped towards Xavier so fast he was worried for a second that he had given himself whiplash. "I don't understand."

"Yeah- nobody ever does until it happens."

"I'm going to need more of an explanation," said Will but Xavier wasn't paying attention to him, he was staring down at Twyla's face. He pulled her eyelids close with his fingers, then could pretend that she was just sleeping. It made her look almost peaceful but Xavier didn't believe someone like Twyla even knew what peace was like while unconscious.

"Witches- powerful witches- to be more exact, might have the genetic makeup of a human but they regard themselves as a different species altogether. When you've got that unlimited ability to whatever you want, everyone becomes a god in their own mind. The only thing that keeps a witch in check is fragility of their humanity..." There was a strange constriction in Xavier's throat as he tried to speak. A heaviness weighed in his cold, unbeating heart as he stared at Twyla.

"Aren't Twyla and Luna still human? I mean- they are witches in some way. They have magic."

"They have power," Xavier identified the difference, "But they do reek of mortality. Many, many years ago it was believed that the Celestial Sisters walked on earth as Mortal Goddesses. The story claimed that they came to the planet, angered by their brother, the god of the sun- who, with their help- created earth. Their brother- Orion- created humans and all different kinds of species to fill the planet. The sisters wanted to do the same, since the planet was partially theirs but he refused. So they went to earth, reborn in mortal form and turned their brother's precious humans into monsters."

"After the early 1800s though, that story was believed to be nothing more than a myth. Very few believe in it today and those that do are equivalent to the tin hat wearing humans who search for UFOs," Xavier added.

"So the Delphi are the only ones who know about Twyla and Luna?" said Will.

"They're the only ones who are willing to believe it's true. Even I, when I first heard the story, thought it couldn't be true but it's hard to not believe something that is staring you right in the face."

Will looked at Luna's pale, motionless body through the car window. She looked so perfectly human with the freckles dotting her arms and the cleft in her chin. She was beautiful, maybe too beautiful, but she like all people had tiny imperfections though she tried to hide them. "This is insane."

Xavier gave him a rueful smile, "Well acceptance is the first step."

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London was drowning. Rain fell from the sky at such at fast pace no one could distinguish one drop from another, it was just a never ending waterfall in the sky. There were no more puddles on the road, there were no more roads, what used to be a road was now a river. There was no soul brave enough to go swimming in the streets so strangers were staying with strangers inside random houses and any shops they could find. They crowded the windows, watching as their city turned to Venice. Priests all around the city were kneeling at their altars, their voices quivering and knuckles whitening as they recited prefer after prayer. It was as if the gods were crying- and they were.

Standing under the protection of a bridge untouched by the storm, were two young ladies. The one was dressed as if she were going to a funeral, in a thick black dress and coat that buttoned at the base of her throat- but she was not the one crying. In fact, she didn't look like it was possible for her to cry, the expression on her face was so stoic she might as well have been a stone statue. She stood rigidly in place, with her hands tucked behind her back and lips pressed in a thin line as she waited for the girl across from her to stop. The girl across from her was just as pale and tragic as she was but for a very different reason. She looked like angel with soft golden curls piled on the top of her head and wore soft pink gown made of satin with silk bows and white lace. But she was just as tragic as her counterpart with the tears that streamed down her cheeks like the rain that fell from the sky.

"You killed him!" The angel cried as the sky thundered above them.

The woman in black didn't bat an eye at the accusation. She spoke in a voice so monotonous and bland, they might as well have been discussing the weather. "No. We killed him, Analise."

The angel- Analise- wrapped her arms around her waist as if she were trying to hold herself up. "H-he was right. He told me you were a monster, he told me not to trust you."

The wind howled and screamed in their ears but the woman in black heard every insult and poisonous word that Analise sent her way. The heart, she loathed in her chest began to ache as the words slithered it's through her ribs, attacking her most precious organ. The pain she felt though, could not be seen on her face. Her silver eyes reflected no emotion or color, they looked as hollow as she wished she felt.

"We are sisters after all, and twins to top it off. We share the same blood. Call me a monster all you want but I am no different from you."

"You killed our father! Family means nothing to you, Elizabeth Moyer!"

Elizabeth took a threatening step towards her little sister but Analise stood still, refusing to take a step back or even flinch. The tears in her eyes stilled as a flare of rage filled her heart.

"What's wrong little sister," Elizabeth spat out the last word. "I thought you wanted to learn about who you really are? Now you've learned! You're not Analise Tate you're Alla- Goddess of the moon. Too bad being a goddess also means you're powerful and scary and people are afraid of things that are powerful and scary, just like father."

Analise shook her head, her dry curls bounced with the movement. "He wasn't going to kill us."

"He came at you with a knife!" The stony expression on Elizabeth's face cracked, revealing the aggravation that lurked under the surface. "You asked for help. I gave it to you."

"The Delphi won't stop at nothing until we're dead," Elizabeth sighed, "So you have two options: trust me or get on the next boat to New York and turn yourself in."

Analise cupped her throat with her hand. Her once clean, white gloves were blackened by what appeared to be scorch marks and fabric was torn at the palms. The rest of her was untouched by the attack she managed to escape from but her gloves remained an important reminder of the carnage she was capable of. "Join or die," Her voice broke, "That's not a choice, Elizabeth, that's a threat."

Elizabeth abandoned her former poised position and bought hands around, to the front of her body. Her black gloves were in a similar disarray, so she tugged them off and threw them on the muddy ground. Flexing her fingers, she bit back a grin as she watched her sister flinch with each movement. With the snap of her fingers, a large leather bound book appeared out of thin air and fell into her waiting hands. "Do not mock me, Ana, I was being sincere. But since you have yet to take your chance and flee, I believe I know what you have decided. And a wise decision, that is."

Trailing her fingers across the cover of the book, Elizabeth gazed upon the two entwined with a look that almost resembled fondness. If only, Elizabeth was capable of an emotion like fondness. Fishing a small golden key out from the pocket of her coat, she unlocked the bindings that kept the book from being read by anyone who was not her sister or herself.

"What are you doing now?" Cried Analise.

"Well- for starters- I'm trying to find a way to stop this rain before you sink the country of England with your sorrows."

A blush crawled across Analise's cheeks as she realized that she was the reason the storm. There was a lot about being a Goddess that she did not understand, she had only just recently discovered that she was a witch. However, she was afraid she wouldn't have time to adjust to her new identity and learn all that she could- not with the war that would soon ensue.

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The milky color coating Twyla's eyes slowly slipped away as she regained consciousness. A gasp fell from her lips as she stared into two pulsing, red eyes. She tried to push herself free, afraid of the monster that had claimed hold of her and for a second, she managed to wiggle free. Only to fall backwards, in a haste of movement. Luckily, for Twyla Xavier was quicker and grabbed hold of her arm, and pulled her to her feet.

"Xavier?" Twyla sucked in a gulp of air.

"Are you okay?" He asked. His hands cupped her face as he stared into her eyes, making sure that the pure silver color had returned.

"Yes, I'm fine. Maybe I should be asking if you're okay." She smacked his hands away.

"You went completely ballistic inside, I thought the building was going to cave in on us and then when I dragged you out here, you went unconscious. Me and Billyboy have been trying to wake you guys up for the last fifteen minutes."

Spinning around on the heels of her boots, Twyla looked around the lot. She wanted surprised to see her Uncle's house standing in front of her, the sky was still and the sun was shining for once, it was as if the whole incident inside had yet to take place. But, it did and though Twyla, she couldn't pretend like nothing happened. Alla and Aki, those were the names of the Moon Goddesses- the names of her sister and herself. Her ruby pulsed as if to tell that she was right.

"What happened to you, Twyla?" Asked Xavier. His brows were drawn together as he willed her wordlessly to turn and face him, but she didn't.

"We were in London," it Luna who answered. She was sitting in the backseat of her car, her legs were spaced apart as her elbows rested on her knees, her feet on the ground. Will was kneeling by her side, holding her hands in between his. He truly worshipped her, thought Twyla with a pang of jealousy, Luna was his own personal goddess. "I can't remember the year but maybe it was the early 1800s."

"You were dreaming," Will insisted.

Luna looked down at him, her eyes softened upon seeing the stress lines that marred his beautiful face. Freeing her hands from his, she ran her fingers across forehead and around his mouth, willing him into a place of content.

"No. It was a memory," she said in voice that was barely above a whisper. "We were the same and different people. Same bodies and faces but different names and times."

"Past lives," Xavier offered.

"That doesn't matter. What matters is that we know where to find the Delphi. They're in New York."

"New York?" Will quirked a brow. "It's not called the big apple for nothing, you know. A bunch of small town kids like us, will get lost."

"I'm not a kid," Xavier flexed his muscles, showing off his impressive and very unchildlike physique.

"And I have connections," Twyla pulled her phone out from her pocket. A message was already waiting for her when she turned on the screen.

I'll be waiting at Time Square.
- Alix. XOXO.

**So the gang is heading to Alix's territory. This is going to start getting really fun for me, if any of you read the epilogue of The Dark Warlock you know what I mean. We also got another glimpse of another past life of Twyla and Luna- of course- we already knew who Elizabeth was but I thought it would be cool to introduce the sister she mentioned in the Dark Warlock.

Thank you guys for the continuous support, I hope you guys are liking what you have read so far!
XOXO,
Ro.**