Catty (VO) Hello again. I'm Catty Beckett. You already know of this story. It's a story about a small town. A eerie small town of Providence. Every story has a villain or villainess. Such as Remy and Marguerite Levesque, and Jade Ester. But this villainess woman, she's full of magic.

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- Third POV -

That day, at ROCHELLE'S DINER, Vanessa Russo slowly walks into the diner and slowly walks up to the diner counter.

Rochelle slowly walks up to Vanessa with a small polite smile. "Hello there. What can I get you?"

"It is a wonderful day, so, and it is morning, so, I'll have a breakfast platter with a cappuccino." Vanessa Russo spoke in her British accent, gently folds her arms on the diner counter. And she hands Rochelle a $20 dollar bill. "And keep the tip, please, Deary?"

"Thank you." Rochelle said with a small smile, gently takes the $20 dollar and walks away.

Vanessa Russo small smiles to herself, awaiting for her breakfast and her eyes flashes purple.

Catty (VO) And Vanessa Russo is much more than a sly woman.

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BAXTER HOUSE

In Grayson's sunny bedroom, he and I are asleep in his bed with the fluffy bedcover covering us both. He's tattooed shirtless wearing his plaid knee-length pajama pants.

So, Grayson and I are asleep, facing each other. He gently strokes my hair with his fingers, causing me to stir awake and wakes up.

Grayson looks at me with a small smile. "Morning, Dahl." He said.

"Morning, Grayson." I said to him with a small smile.

And then, Grayson's small smile fades away with a glum expression on his face.

In which I notice. "What's wrong, Gray?"

Grayson gently sits up sideways with the bedcover covering the lower half of his body. "I had a bad dream. About you."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Something bad happened and you ended up in a hospital. I don't know if you were gonna wake up or not." Grayson told me.

"You're not gonna lose me, Gray." I reassure him and gently caress his cheek with my hand. "You're not."

"I just love you too much to lose you." Grayson said.

"I'm Catty Beckett. A badass." I said.

Grayson chuckles. "Yeah, you are."

Grayson and I exchange small smiles at each other. He kisses me and I kiss him back. He gently lays atop me, still kissing each other. I gently brushes his dirty blonde hair with my hands.

Grayson's phone buzzes underneath his pillow. We stop kissing each other. He takes his phone and looks at it.

It's Fen.

"It's Fen." Grayson said and answers his phone. "Hey, Fen. What's up?"

"Where the fuck are you?" Fen asked on the phone.

"I'm on my way." Grayson said, and pecks a kiss on my lips. "Just give me a minute."

"Grayson? Get your ass here at the auto-shop." Fen said.

"Okay, Fen, I'm coming." Grayson said.

"Alright." Fen said and hangs up his phone.

Grayson sighs and gently leans his head on my chest.

"You should go on, Gray. Don't want to keep the guys waiting." I said to him.

Grayson picks his head up and looks at me. "Okay."

I gently cups his face with my face. He and I exchange soft looks at each other.

"I love you, CP." Grayson said to me.

"I love you too, Grayson." I said to him.

Grayson and I share a passionate kiss and another. And he gets up from bed, getting his auto-shop uniform and walks across the hallway to change in the bathroom.

And I just lay there.

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ROCHELLE'S DINER

Later that day, Leigh Ann, Sasha and I are sitting in a booth table with our breakfast. I have a plate of blueberry pancakes with syrup with orange juice. Leigh Ann has chocolate chip pancakes with syrup and orange juice and Sasha has waffles with syrup and orange juice.

So, we're sitting here, eating our breakfast food and taking swigs of our orange juice.

"Hey, girls." Rochelle said.

"Hi, Rochelle." I said.

"Have you ladies seen the magic show at your speakeasy?" Rochelle asked.

"A magic show? Not really no." Sasha replied.

"Who's hosting the magic show at the Crista Crystal speakeasy?" Leigh Ann asked.

"A woman with a British accent. Her name is Vanessa Russo." Rochelle told us.

"Okay, we'll check it out." I said.

"Okay, I hope you girls like it." Rochelle said and walks away.

Leigh Ann, Sasha and I exchange looks at each other.

"A magic show at the speakeasy? Sounds like fun." I said, taking a small forkful bite of my pancake.

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CRISTA CRYSTAL SPEAKEASY

In the dimly-lit cabaret speakeasy room, Leigh Ann, Sasha and I are sitting at a table in the crowd, watching Vanessa Russo perform magic tricks on stage.

"I remember seeing her. She's the woman wearing the purple fur coat that we saw moving into a house." I said.

"Yeah, you're right, Catty." Leigh Ann said. "She's good."

"Yeah, she is." Sasha said.

On the stage, Vanessa Russo performs the usual hat trick. "Abracadabra." And takes a real rabbit out of her hat, astonishing the crowd as they applaud.

Vanessa gently holds the rabbit in her arms and does a bow with a smile.

shortly after . . .

After receiving money from her magic performance, Vanessa puts her rabbit in its cage at the stage.

Leigh Ann, Sasha and I slowly approaches her.

"Hi." I greeted her.

Vanessa looks at us with a polite smile. "Hello there, young girls." She spoke in her British accent.

"You have a British accent." Sasha said.

"I do." Vanessa said. "Did you girls like my magic performance?"

"We did, you were really great." I complimented with a small smile.

"Oh, thank you. I do love my magic shows. I receive money for it." Vanessa said. "You know, magic shows are my hobby."

"Oh, that's cool." Sasha said.

"Pardon me, ladies, I must head on my home. I hope to see you around." Vanessa said.

"Yeah, sure." I said.

"Lovely." Vanessa said, gently taking her bunny rabbit and walks away.

Leigh Ann, Sasha and I looks at Vanessa as she walks away.

"She's pretty cool." Leigh Ann said.

"Yeah, she is." Sasha said.

"Her magic is awesome." I said.

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- Third POV -

At VANESSA RUSSO'S VICTORIAN HOUSE, Vanessa Russo sits in her living room with her pet bunny rabbit. She gently soothes its fur with her hand.

"By the time, I'm done with this small town, they won't know what bewitched them." Vanessa said with a sly grin and chuckles.

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