"Still...I'm sorry, Bonnie. I wish, despite how evil he was, you could have met him. You deserve the chance to ask him everything and anything you want. If he hadn't tried to kill the rest of my friends...but we didn't have a choice. I couldn't let him kill the only people I considered family then. Without them, I-I had no one and nothing. Until I found out about Diana being my half-sister, the rest of my family was dead, most taken out in a year. My mom was the first. You want to know something messed up? Diana's step father killed my mother to bring me to Chance Harbor...to complete the circle. All of it is more than just a little messed up", she finished softly. "No part of any of our families is clean or innocent. Witchcraft is an amazing gift, but it's had unbelievable consequences too." Only now could she finally understand why her mother had runaway from this place and made no plans to return. Her circle was ruthless and the more power they had, the more they wanted. It was a craving, an addiction, Cassie knew she wasn't excused from this possible downfall either.
"She'll be okay. She's still Diana and I will always love her", she continued with a small shrug of her shoulders. "Maybe it's good. Maybe she'll master control over it the more she uses it. I just know that when I used it, it felt really good despite being very bad." The amount of euphoria and triumph that filled her system was overwhelming and yes, addicting like a drug, alcohol, or anything else that afforded the body a rush. It scared her to know that using the dark magic, killing people and taking a life were enjoyable...embracing the darkness was amazing.
Her eyes shifted to the other witch on the couch. Like herself, Bonnie stared into the flames, almost hypnotized by the supernatural fire burning the fireplace as much as Cassie. It was beautiful, different than a normal fire and Cassie knew those dancing flickers were much more dangerous too. "Honestly, in the wilderness, I did, Bonnie. I gave in. It was how I survived. Things and other survivors, desperate people, came after me and I took them out because I had to. It was them or me and I killed them or wounded them so bad that they would never be able to follow me or hurt me. I feel it now. With you. It's so much stronger. I want to use it all the time and sometimes, when I'm very angry or full of negative emotion, it comes out in the worst ways."