Who: Faye and OTA What: Venting the best way she knows how--magic When: Last night Where: On the grounds Status: In progress Rating: TBD--It's Faye
Faye was sick of hiding. That was all she had done last time she was here and it was all she had done when she returned home. Cassie had actually made all of the marked witches stay in a room in her house, even as the number of witches grew. Now the whole Circle was marked and one was dead. Suzan's death was most devastating to Faye because it wouldn't have happened if she hadn't jumped in front of Faye to save her life, Faye felt like it should have been her. She knew it should have been her, but Suzan was dead and she was still alive. Her death had done one other thing, as well. It had broken the Circle. Once that happened, they were actually weaker than they had been before they initiated Cassie. She hadn't even thought that was possible. They had been left with no choice but to initiate Scarlett and before Faye's return, they had been on their way to fight the witch hunters.
Faye had never been opposed to using dark magic, so the spell didn't bother her as much as it bothered some of the others, but they all knew they needed to do it. Together. With Faye split from the group, they could all die. And Faye would still be the one who survived. It didn't seem fair. Why did everyone die around her and she lived through it all? She was angry at the witch hunters for marking them, she was angry at Max for betraying her and then falling in love with her cousin, she was angry at Diana for once again being the perfect princess who got everything, she was angry at Suzan for dying, angry at herself for not dying, angry at Cassie for not fixing it in time and angry at Scarlett for being Suzan's replacement. With all that anger, she couldn't hide anymore.
She went outside and sat down on the ground, setting some candles around her. One by one she lit them, but not with matches. Faye had always specialized in fire. Before Cassie joined the Circle she had been the only one who could use it, and it was the one thing that could keep her calm. Once the candles were lit, she began using her hands to make the flames do whatever she wanted. It was her way of claiming control over a life that she had long lost control of.