Lizzie ignored the voice calling her name, knowing it was one of the older witches at the school who treated Josie and her like monsters.

"Lizzie! Oh, come on freak. Are you hard of hearing now?" The guy said, mockingly, and Lizzie turned on her heel.

She glared at the teenager with all her might, but it didn't faze the idiot.

It was Malcolm, the future leaders of the Sol Coven.

The Sol Coven was full of a bunch of idiots in Lizzie's opinion. With their heads so far up their butts.

They believed themselves to be one of the strongest covens out there, and that hadn't been true until her bio coven was wiped out, leaving only two of them left.

Which severely messed with the Coven politics of that time.

Yes, there was such a thing as Coven politics.

She and Josie had a class on it every week. It was extremely boring but apparently it was necessary for them to know.

The only reason Lizzie even paid attention in the class was that it would allow her to know how to take back the number 1 position when she and her sister got older but for now, she would lie and wait, letting the airheads believe they were on top.

She focused back on the self-proclaimed king of the witches.

"What do you want?" Lizzie asked, knowing that she would get in trouble if she yelled at the boy.

"Awe is the little leech upset? Do you need your mommy and daddy?" Malcolm asked, with a sneer.

He stood over her, clearly trying to intimidate her.

Which, to be honest, was kind of working.

Lizzie backed up, causing her back to bump into the table behind her.

She felt her anger rise as she noticed the satisfied look on Malcolm's ugly face as she retreated.

Lizzie rolled her eyes. "What I need is for you to come up with some better insults." She replied, snarkily.

"Better insults? Now, why would I listen to an abomination like you and your sister?" Malcolm sneered. "The Gemini Coven has really fallen if two siphon-leeches are the only two that are left. I'm sure that if they were still alive, you two would be dead as a doornail."

Lizzie felt her face heat up in anger.

But Malcolm didn't stop. "And not only that, you are crazy as well."

"No, I'm not!" Lizzie yelled, defensibly.

She wasn't...her mom said so.

Right?

Her mom would never lie to her.

Malcolm smirked. "So you're not bipolar?" He asked, innocently.

Lizzie went silent.

Bipolar wasn't crazy...she was just a little too emotional at times.

Malcolm took her silence as agreement and kept talking.

"Exactly. Bipolar equals mental illness with then equals crazy. Therefore, you are crazy." Malcolm said, looking extremely proud of himself.

Lizzie's eyes darkened in rage and instinctively her hand went to the table behind her and started siphoning the protection spell that surrounded the boarding school.

Power surged through her, and Lizzie felt like she was on cloud nine.

Not that she knew what that meant but she heard the other students say that when they felt extremely floaty and high, which was another word that she wasn't sure what it meant, like really, how did people feel high in the sky?

Lizzie could feel a tingly feeling go through her body.

Everything felt hot but not a painful hot...it was like she was a volcano about to burst.

She could feel the magic crackle and lash out underneath her skin, ready to strike the bully.

"Shut up…" Lizzie whispered, warningly.

Malcolm smirked, mockingly, not sensing the danger in the air. However, some of the other students that were walking by -ignoring the very obvious bullying that was happening right in front of them- clearly sensed the dangerous air surrounding the young siphoner and rushed out of the area they were in.

"Awe did I hurt the freaks feelings?" He asked, acting sympathetic. He laughed to himself. "Who am I trying to kid, no one cares about your-" He cut off, clutching his throat.

Lizzie cocked her head slightly to the side, her eyes flickering dangerously in the dim light.

She could feel her magic wrapping itself around his throat, holding it gently but not adding any pressure. Simply making the jerk aware of its presence.

His eyes were wide with fear.

"I said shut up…" Lizzie said, her face impassive. "But you didn't listen...that was your mistake."

Lizzie held out her hand.

She wanted him to suffer.

For every cruel and nasty thing, he ever said to her.

She wanted him to hurt.

And her magic answered her call.

Malcolm opened his mouth to cry out in pain as he was hit with an aneurysm but no sound came out.

He fell to his knees, with a red substance coming from his nose, eyes, and ears.

Strange…

That never happened when her aunt Bonnie did this to people.

Lizzie eyed him curiously.

Was that blood?

Gross…

Suddenly Malcolm dropped to the ground unmoving and Lizzie stared down at him, as she felt her magic retreat.

Did he get knocked out by the spell or something?

Oops...

"Elizabeth?" Her dad called out sounding horrified. Lizzie turned to see him looking between her and Malcolm.

"What did you do?" He asked, running forward, pushing her backwards away from Malcolm.

Lizzie stared at him in hurt. "Daddy?"

Her dad knelt down next to Malcolm and pressed his fingers into his neck. He pulled back after a moment and stared at Lizzie. He looked at her but his eyes weren't focused on her like he was seeing someone else in her place.

When he finally came back to himself, his expression ranged from anger to fear to disappointment.

He pulled out his phone and made a quick call, before grabbing her hand roughly and dragging her to his office.

When they reached his office, her dad sat her in a chair and started pacing. Then he went over to the bookcase and pulled out a box. He opened it and pulled out a strange-looking object that had gears and stuff in it.

That looks cool...what is it?

"Daddy?" Lizzie said, trying to get his attention.

He turned to her, the look in his eyes was strange and he put the object on his desk.

"Elizabeth, do you know what you've done?'" He asked, looking very tense. He moved so that he was kneeling in front of her chair.

"I hurt someone…" Lizzie said, answering him quietly.

"You didn't just hurt him...you killed him." He said, his voice rising as his anger got the best of him. He straightened and moved away, rubbing his hand over his face.

Lizzie froze and looked up at her dad with wide eyes. "What?" She whispered.

Did he just say she killed Malcolm?

As in he's dead...like her mom's mom.

She wasn't completely sure what death was but she knew it was bad and she knew that her being the cause of it was even worse.

Her dad was about to say something else when the door burst open revealing her mom. Her mom rushed forward and knelt in front of Lizzie, pulling her into a hug.

"Lizzie," Her mom whispered as she pulled back to look at her. "Are you okay, baby girl?"

Lizzie nodded hesitantly, looking at her dad who was looking at her mom in disapproval.

"I'm okay."

"Caroline," Her dad said to her mom, warningly. But all her mom did was send him a glare to shut up before turning back to Lizzie.

"Lizzie, I need you to tell me what happened, okay?" Caroline said, looking at Lizzie reassuringly.

Lizzie thought back to what happened before she lost control and felt her anger rise as Malcolm's words flashed through the forefront of her mind.

"He deserved it," Lizzie said, angrily. Not hearing the gasp from her mom nor did she see the look her dad gave her. "He said mean things about me and Josie. He said we were abom-man-min-a-tio...whatever the word was. It sounded bad and I told him to stop but he didn't...so I got mad."

Her mom and dad exchanged looks. Her dad turned away, as her mom spotted the object her dad brought out.

Her mom gasped and gave her dad a horrified and angry look. She stood up and grabbed her dad's arm, pulling him to another room that was attached to the office.

Lizzie stared after them, before glancing at the object. She felt a connection to it…

Lizzie stood up and walked over to the object but she didn't touch it.

Instead, she reached out with the remaining magic she had and skimmed it over it.

She gasped.

The object reacted to her magic touching it and reached back.

Cool.

Lizzie stared at it for a moment.

The magic...it felt like hers and her sisters.

It was like they made it...except she didn't remember making it.

Lizzie reached out to touch it but froze hearing loud voices from the room her parents just entered.

Lizzie looked at the object, then at the door her parents went through.

She had a choice, she could mess around with the object or she could eavesdrop on her parents…

The choice was easy.

She closed her eyes and did the spell that her sister and her used all the time.

It allowed them to be undetected -hearing wise- by vampires. Perfect for sneaking around.

She went over to the door and opened it barely so that sound could come through better.

"We are not sending our daughter to that place..what the hell is wrong with you?" Her mom shouted causing Lizzie's eyes to widen.

Did her mom just curse?

Wait...but her mom said cursing wasn't allowed.

But if she cursed, it wasn't fair to say that Lizzie could curse too.

Also...what did she mean by sending her away?

"Caroline, she killed someone," Her dad argued.

"It was an accident." Her mom defended Lizzie with no hesitation.

"You saw her in there. There was zero remorse on her face." Her dad said, and Lizzie could tell he was getting angrier.

"She's a child. She doesn't understand the concept of death or killing." Her mom replied, an argument at the ready. "She's also bipolar, therefore she reacts more violently to things, which is not a good combination with her magic."

"Or she's just like Kai." Her dad snapped back.

There was silence for a moment before Lizzie heard a slap. She covered her mouth with a gasp.

"Don't you ever say that again." Her mom growled.

There was another silence.

"I let you send those teenagers into the 2018 prison world a year ago because I trusted that you knew what you were doing and that you could recognize when someone was too dangerous to be at the school or even out in the world but now...now I wonder if those 3 really deserved that." Her mom said, her voice was quieter now.

"They killed people and showed no remorse for it. There was no other option…" Her dad replied.

"The fact that you even considered sending one of our children into that terrible place disgusts me," Caroline said, softly.

Lizzie moved away from the door.

What did that mean?

Prison World?

What was that?

And who was Kai?

Lizzie frowned, trying to figure out if she recognized any of what was said. However, before she could get that deep in her thoughts, she sensed the object that reacted to her magic earlier, reaching out again.

Lizzie looked over and approached cautiously.

She looked down at it, sensing the magic inside it.

It was like it was awakened by her magic.

Lizzie reached out and touched it.

The metal was cool but there was something strange within it.

Lizzie ran her fingers along the edges of the gears when suddenly her finger got caught on one of the sharp corners cutting her finger.

Lizzie gasped in surprise at the sudden pain, not noticing the glow that formed from her blood hitting the object.

And before Lizzie could react, a glow surrounded her and she disappeared.