Cassie had to remember that not every magic user was created equal or even a tad bit similar in this world. Bonnie's upbringing with the supernatural and their powers could be totally different than the rather random upbringing in the dark arts Cassie and her circle had. Maybe Bonnie had even dabbled in dark magic without even realizing she was the possessor of such a powerful, but cursed gift. No doubt, whoever had taught her or helped her, had explained a bit about what they knew on the subject, maybe even forbid her from using it or, at least, warned her against it. It was the same with Cassie; Adam had helped her to not use her dark powers when they finally awoke within her, but sometimes, it just couldn't be helped or stopped. Dark magic was extremely addictive and overwhelming to the user. It felt good to be that powerful and deep down, the blonde witch knew she hadn't even scratched the surface of what she could do. Being both a Blackwell and a Blake made her a very powerful witch. In fact, Cassie's grandmother had told her, before her passing, that she was meant to be the leader of the circle.
"Sort of. Yeah. It's addictive. Dangerous. If you use it too much, you lose yourself in the darkness, body and soul. I'm not sure about your magic, but most witches from what I know, only have white magic. Only a few, select witches have dark magic from the Balcoin line. I only knew of Diana and myself up until today", she attempted to explain. It was hard; they were edging on the subject of her father, now known to be Bonnie's father too, and Blackwell was the last thing Cassie ever wanted to think about, let alone talk about. However, it didn't matter what she wanted right now. Bonnie needed to know everything and Cassie wasn't going to leave her in the dark about anything related to their father or what she knew of their tainted blood line.
"Our father, John Blackwell, he wasn't a good person, Bonnie. He was evil. He wanted to create an entire circle of dark witches and he didn't care who he hurt in the process or killed to do it," she continued quietly. "He tried to my entire circle except for Diana and me because they didn't have dark magic. His plan was to have the Balcoin children, us and others like us, unite, probably in Chance Harbor, but I don't know. This zombie craziness happened and well, they might all be dead except for us now." As much as she wanted to meet her siblings, she didn't want to meet them either. Those witches could have fully embraced their dark magic...they could be dangerous to the rest of Cassie's circle.
"I'm sorry, Bonnie", she whispered. Her gaze shifted to the fire burning brightly, but supernaturally, within the old fire hearth. Blue eyes reflected dancing flames in the depths and she took a deep breath, inhaling the smoke into her lungs, briefly burning them before she exhaled again. She'd always known who her mother was and Amelia would still be here if it wasn't for Diana's stepfather, but Cassie had moved on from that already. Her mother was dead and there was no way to change that. She learned that magic couldn't bring the dead back, at least, not any that she knew of. Perhaps dark magic could, but so far, she was only aware of the life it could end and destroy when used. In truth, Cassie's only blood family was the rest of the Balcoin children if they survived, Diana, and now, Bonnie too.
"He's dead. John Blackwell is dead. He died before this virus happened. Diana and me...we killed him. He was trying to kill our circle and we-we killed him with our dark magic..." The blond trailed off. Yes, she hated John Blackwell, but taking a life was a not easy, no matter how you felt towards the victim. After she did it, when she thought about killing again, it was a little easier...a little less painful and difficult to comprehend doing again. "But Diana, she was sweet-I mean, she didn't want her dark magic, but I think she had to use it to survive here and she's different now. More dark herself."