Devils Roses 04 - Witch

metal deck. In the dark her bright red hair looked black.
    She crept inside of the apartment through the glass door and disappeared in the blackness of it.
    Ari walked along the brick wall, but kept her eyes on the other patios and decks facing the alley.
    Ophelia felt uneasy. Her fingers made small sparks from the nerves. The flashes made slight amounts of light in the alley. Lucas looked back at her and shook his wolf head. She clenched her fingers into balls, “Sorry.” She whispered into the silence.
    A hand brushed along her back, “You are more powerful than any of us here, just try to remember that.”
    She turned to see Aimee forcing a smile. She nodded and smiled back.
    There was no way she was as powerful as any of them.
    Ophelia looked to the right. Lucas sniffed the air and suddenly Ari made a half scream and vanished.
    Her scream continued on a rooftop above them, as abruptly as it had stopped. Ophelia felt her stomach twist as she looked up at the pointed rooftop where Ari stood alone. A pair of feet hung over the edge next to her.
    Aimee smirked and in a flash Ari was standing back beside Ophelia.
    Aimee was gone again as Ari’s feet touched the ground and instantly she was standing next to the man's feet. Ophelia watched in horror as Aimee put her hands on the man. His feet twitched for a second and then lie still again.
    Ophelia looked up at the silhouette of Aimee on the rooftop. Her long lean body was outlined by the stormy night sky. Her blonde hair blew in the wind and her eyes glowed like platinum. She was the scariest thing Ophelia had ever seen.
    Ophelia felt her right arm grabbed, a sharp wind in her face and an abrupt stop. New smells filled the air around her. A forest and dead leaves mixed in the cool night air. She stood alone in the forest.
    "Hello sister."
    She turned to see a guy standing beside her. His breath was visible like smoke in the damp forest.
    "Where are we?"
    "Ireland. It will take them a minute to find you."
    She felt her hands trembling, "Who are you?"
    He laughed and stepped into the light of the moon, he looked almost exactly as she did. Dark hair, one light eye and one dark and pale skin but with one difference, he had fangs in his smile. Her stomach dropped seeing them. She gasped and stepped away.
    He laughed, "Thorry they're new. Father had Daniel turn me latht week. I am having a hard time. They jutht pop out."
    She remembered Giselle and started to laugh. The fear she felt melted away.
    "How is this all possible?"
    He closed his eyes for a second as if concentrating.
    He looked up at her and smiled a bright white smile minus the fangs.
    "You grew up in a normal family. I keep forgetting that."
    His face made her heart ache, "Have you always known about me?"
    He nodded in the moonlight, "Always. I thought that you were dead for a while but the balls of light told me you had to be alive."
    "Is it all true?"
    "There are things you can't imagine. Werewolves, vampires and witches are just the fun stuff you see daily. The Fae are a broad spectrum. Siren's, Elves, Goblins, whatever you can imagine."
    She looked around, "This is so weird."
    "We only have a minute before they get here. We need to help each other. I don’t want to die. I'm sure you don’t want to. I sent a friend to help you. His name is Oliver. He has a plan to get rid of father. It's the only way any of them will leave us alone."
    She gulped, "Have you seen mother?"
    He shook his head, "Never. Not even a glimpse. He keeps her trapped in this ungodly tower, like a fairytale."
    He took a step toward her, "Please Ophelia, trust Oliver. He's there to help us. Father killed his son." Tears filled his eyes, "He was my best friend."
    She felt sick, "I will do whatever I can. I just haven’t caught up on it all. I don’t know what I'm supposed to actually do."
    His gaze lowered, "They will explain it to you. Don't trust them O, trust yourself and our sisters." He reached for her hand, "It's good to finally meet you."
    Ophelia felt a lump in her throat, "Again."
    His laugh was weak, "I suppose it is again."
    He was gone. He had called her O. Was it a message from Abbey? How had he learned to flash travel?
    A voice broke her thoughts, "Ophelia I got a text to come and find you."
    She looked up at Sam standing at the edge of the dark forest.
    "Are you hurt?"
    She shook her head, "No. My brother came to see me."
    He nodded, "I've never met him."
    She shrugged feeling lost suddenly, "He seemed really