Yellow eyes. Blood shed. More bloodshed. And some drama. 
THAT is what it was at first. 

Then add witches to the mix and you have some messed up reality going on.

Target for a massacre.
Knives.
hit and runs
Kidnapping
Hostage

Crystal is a gem that grows in the midst of utter chaos directly aimed at her. 
A survivor's soul.
With more than enough lives involved in her business. Some good, some bad and some dead but kinda living too.

TARGET FOR DEMISE

Rachael blushed guiltily as she stared at her book. 


“Please Carl.” She pleaded as she stared impatiently at the incoming dilemma about to befall her little miracle, “I cant fight this alone.” 


Carl sighed and Rachael put a spell on him changing his old wise man appearance to a younger more intimidating build of muscle. 


“Isn’t this over doing it?” Carl asked as a black van rounded a corner to the street Crystal was walking on to school. 


Rachael stood to her feet and took a glance at him. she did a double take. Carl looked fierce. 


She sighed, “This will have to do. There is not much time.” 


She quickly brought them to the scene. 


...one human