Christy watched the flames, sending occasional fireballs into join the others, let the fire burn brighter. She remembered the last fireball she’d created in her world and even remembered why much as thinking about it actually upset her sometimes. Billie had chosen the Halliwell sisters over her own sister and she’d been so angry. So very angry. She was angry now even thinking it, and she scrunched her forhead the fire getting higher and brighter as she did. But a voice from the side of her, a familiar glimpse of blonde hair and worried sister gave her pause and the flame died.
The fireball fizzled at her fingertips as she turned to spot the sister she’d just been thinking about. Billie had been strange all the last few weeks. Religious. Christy had mostly ignored her in favour of her PR friends, which was sort of horrible wasn’t it. She’d gotten dreams near the end, dreams she now knew to be this life, to be Dumain. Dumain really would be so disappointed in them. But he wasn’t here, and Lilith hadn’t made move enough to really make Christy decide one way or the other what was to be done.
“Billie, over here!” she called, pleased, moving her sister back a little from the building. Not that it mattered, all she had to do was take her sisters hand and there would be no building worth anything “It was my plan. All this. They said we should salt the building, so I did that and then I set it on fire. Me and that other guy. Adam, He can start fires too. Its a good plan isn’t it.” She supposed it should be.