Hey everyone! Sorry for my random disappearance, but I was enrolling to college this week and dealing with that whole business. I hope you enjoy this chapter, please R&R. We're about to get to the main plot line of the story, so let me know what you think will happen.

And huge shoutout to everyone that has reviewed, especially ghm (who is an amazing writer, go read "Born To Die"-it's amazing!), who has been extremely helpful in my writing process :)

Chapter Eight: The Aftermath

Zoe dropped her white heels on the tile, a large clatter causing Nan to jump and notice the witch who had just entered the room. She rushed to the bed, kneeling down at her friend's side. Looking over her friend, absolutely horrified, she wanted to know every detail of the incident. Cordelia had briefly explained what happened, but just saying "a man with a bull head attacked Queenie" didn't exactly do the story any justice.

But Zoe couldn't speak. She didn't know what to say. Feeling Zoe's gaze on her, and not wanting to talk about what happened, Queenie grabbed the small girl's hands and pulled her down to sit on the bed, saying, "Tell me about your date."

"No," Zoe refused. "Not after everything that has happened to you, to Madison. It's unfair for me to go out and do whatever with Kyle. We have to find whoever did this. We have to stop them."

"Fiona took care of the people who sent him. Just don't worry. Come on, girl, we all know you want to tell us about what happened last night, and I really wanna know—what's that white boy packin'?"

Blushing, Zoe said, "Well I figured you two were stalking my thoughts while I was out anyways, but clearly you were busy. Really, I don't think I should be talking about anything while you're like this."

Queenie and Nan exchanged a glance, and Nan said, "She likes him. They ate and walked through town and she slept over."

"DAMMMMNNNN!" Queenie said as loud as she could without hurting herself. "You didn't go all Black Widow on him, did you?"

"No!" Zoe said, completely aghast, then becoming depressed as she said, "He asked me to be his girlfriend."

Queenie said nothing, the entire room frozen as they looked at each other. Suddenly, Queenie made a move for her phone, pulling up his Facebook page. "Girl, he changed his relationship status and everything—that means you said yes"

"Yeah, but I feel bad. We can't have sex and I can't possibly make him happy and—"

"We have some ideas," Nan interrupted.

"What?" Zoe asked, turning to the witch in the corner.

"Ideas. To get rid of your problem."

"You'll just have to wait for me to get better and this whole witch business downstairs to blow over for us to try it out," Queenie said, shifting into a more comfortable position. "Now let's get to the real business. You need a Facebook. There's no way we're letting Kyle have a relationship status with no one to tag in it."

Buzzing on the countertop, Zoe's phone became harder to ignore. Giving in, she grabbed it and looked at the screen that read "Kyle Spencer." She swiped and held the phone to her ear, about to greet her new boyfriend, but he beat her to the punch.

"Zoe, hey, what happened? Why did you rush me out of there so fast? I wanted to thank Mrs. Foxx for letting me have you out all night. You're not in trouble, are you? I can come over and apologize if you need me to. Anyways—"

"Kyle, slow down. It was about Madison, don't worry. We're trying to figure out where she is and then Queenie got…mugged last night, and it's been a whole mess."

"I can come over and help if you—"

"No, we don't need you, thank you for the offer, though," Zoe said, sounding more annoyed by the minute, which Kyle picked up on.

He paused briefly before tentatively asking, "Why are you mad at me?"

"I'm not mad at you."

"Zoe, come on. Why are you mad at me?"

She sighed. "I'm not mad at you, Kyle."

"Well then you certainly have a funny way of being not-mad at me."

"Kyle, it's just…there's a lot going on in my life right now. I don't know if I have time for—" Zoe said, but was cut off by a distinctive beep beep beep. Confusedly, Zoe pulled the phone from her ear, looking down at the screen which read "disconnected." She wanted to call Kyle back, knowing he was angry, but shook her head of the idea, thinking, 'Maybe it will be better this way. If he's mad at me then he won't want to date me, and we won't have to deal with this whole business.' The thought of losing Kyle in such a way made Zoe sad, because she truly did like him, but she knew they could never have a normal relationship, so it would have to end somehow.

Zoe hopped off of the barstool she was sitting in, throwing her phone down on the counter, and grabbing a jug of applejuice. She was about to pour it into a cup, when suddenly Kyle burst into the kitchen from the foyer, followed by Nan.

The witch's eyes widened as her boyfriend stepped closer. Trying to explain herself, she started, "Kyle, you won't be happy with—" but was quickly silenced with the force of his lips on hers. She was frozen with shock, but fell into a state of pleasure, her hands winding up in his hair as he pushed her back towards the counter and wrapped his legs around her. Zoe couldn't remember why she didn't want to be with him, she just lost herself in his kiss. His lips fell to her neck, his teeth nipping at her ear as she sighed happily. But then, he stepped closer to her, causing her to feel him hard against her, snapping her back into reality.

She slid back on the counter, her arms pushing against his chest, her eyes wide with fear. Kyle stepped back, no longer confused, just angry. "Zoe, you can't tell me you don't feel the same way that I do. I mean, we just went on the best date I have ever been on, but you're being like this? I get that you're busy, I am too, but please, please don't push me away because of some random reason that we both know is bullshit."

They were frozen in time, staring into each other's souls, both still heaving from their passionate kiss, when a familiar voice pulled them from their trance. "She likes you," Nan said from the corner of the room, reminding the couple that she was still there. "She's just scared because she's cursed."

Zoe shot Nan a dagger-filled look, forcing Nan to make a quick exit. She turned back to Kyle to gauge the emotions running across his face, the first one being curiosity. He looked at her, silently begging for an answer, one that she knew she couldn't give to him.

Sensing her discomfort with Nan's words, the blond boy said, "Halloween, we're going out. I don't care about whatever weird curse you might think you have, and I don't care if you're scared or angry or whatever. I just want to be with you." Kyle leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead before turning and exiting the same way he had come in.

The witch watched him go, before falling back onto the counter, her legs dangling over the edge, and her hair circling her head. She wished that she had never had this Black Widow curse, a dead reproductive system, if you will. All she wanted was to bring it back to life.

Which was when she heard the knock at the door.

Shaking her head, ready to yell at Kyle if he returned, Zoe jumped to the ground and headed towards the large doors. But when she opened it, she found a different blond than she was expecting.

"Well hi," said the tall, beautiful girl on the front steps.

Recognizing the woman standing before her, like a star struck pre-teen, Zoe said in complete disbelief, "You're Misty Day."