Chapter Nine: The Heart I have Broken:

After everyone was tattooed, some with ink, and some with being branded by a silver needle, I started to pack up for the night.

That was until my phone started to ring. I picked it up and answered, "The Silver Needle, how may I help you?"

There was nothing but static.

I waited a few moments, then hung up. Maybe the connection was bad.

I started to finish up my packing, and the phone rang again.

I answered.

"Hello? The Silver Needle, how may I help you?"

Nothing but static. Then they hung up.

Well this was weird. I waited for a few more minutes, just to see if the phone would ring again.

No ringing.

As I inched my way to the door, just in case the phone decided to ring again, I paused as I had one foot out of the door, and then the phone rang again.

I sighed, knowing that I was probably being messed with.

"Okay, well this better not happen all night", I said to myself.

I answered the phone with silence, waiting for more silence in return.

But as soon as I was about to hang up, a voice on the other line started to speak in like a chant-like tone.

"You are going to get caught,

In the tangles of what you lack,

You are going lose and not,

Be able to use your magic,

For you are under my spell,

And the only way for it to be broken,

Is to either turn yourself in and tell,

The world what you are, or come to me and collect the token,

Of pure gold or you get the silver blade,

So that everyone else will live on,

Because you broke my son's heart, so you are to blame,

You have twenty four hours before boom goes the bomb."

The person on the other line hung up and I was still holding the phone, mouth open in utter shock.

That was until my sister walked through the door and said, "I already know. I was looking for you, because you are late for the party, and I read your mind. And I thought that you were doing a spell on me, but it sounded like a guy talking. Is there anyone else here that I should know about? Serenity? What is going on with you. Why did you try and put the spell on me. Come on. Answer me."

It took me a while to get the words out, but I barely managed without throwing up out of fear.

I said in horror, "I didn't. The man on the phone did. He said some sort of chant and I only have twenty four hours before I lose all of my magic. Or worse. And I don't even want to think about that right now. I kept trying to leave, but the phone kept ringing. A lot. And at first there was no answer, until the last ring. I think that there is another warlock out there who knows what I did. But the only person that I have dated was Gage, in high school. And that was about seven years ago. And the other thing that is making me nervous is that if it isn't Reid and it isn't Damion, then it has to be Gage. Or that guy who I had turned down the night of graduation. But that doesn't explain the sudden interest of me losing my witch powers. Do you have any idea?"

Olivia contorted her mouth, thinking, then opened her mouth to speak, and spoke the words that I knew that I never wished were true, but I knew that they were.

"Maybe it is the same person who liked you from afar, but never told you. And I don't think that he liked the fact that he was ignored by every girl who walked by him. And I think that your beauty and charm caught his attention and that in itself made him think that he was not worthy of your attention at all. So when you did talk to him, he thought that he had a fighting chance with you. You two were the best of friends, but he wanted to be more with you than anything else in his world. He wanted to be popular. He wanted to be cool. But most of all, he wanted power over you. You know, the kind that would boost his man ego. If he got control of you, then he could make other people bend to his will."

"Wow. That's sick and twisted. Wait, are you thinking what I am thinking? Wait, don't answer that. Of course you do. You're a witch for crying out loud."

We both just looked at each other and read each other's thoughts, and what we said through our thoughts were not pretty.

'So you think that it could be the guy that wanted me to be more than I couldn't have given him?'

She nodded her head, ' I think so. I can hear his voice that was on the phone just a few minutes ago, yet I can't shake the thought that it wasn't him on the phone.'

I tilted my head, ' Then who do you think that it was? He said that I broke his son's heart.'

Her eyes seemed to flicker with lifelessness, and then rolled back into her head.

The next few events that played out were sped up, as if magic had something to do with it. It happened so freaking fast that even I couldn't see it happen in real time.

I used my own magic to see at least who was behind it, but here's the thing. I sensed that it was not normal magic.

Or at least not by a person born with magic. There are indeed ways to do magic by rituals for it momentarily, but it comes with some pretty nasty long term side effects.

The main one was the memory loss of being mortal. If you are not born with magic, then every time you practice magic, it takes a memory away from your human mind. And if you have done enough magic, over the years, you will think that you were born a witch or warlock, and not knowing that you are about to leave the Earth in just a pile of dust. It literally eats at your humanity, memories, and soul.

Ah the soul side effect. Now that is a story that I have to fill you in on right away.

If a self made witch or warlock uses too much magic, then a piece of their very being is torn out of them, turned into ashes, and never returns to the body. So therefore, the more magic that is used, the less human they become.

The only other thing that I have picked up was that it was indeed Adam, the guy who was my best friend, until the day I moved out of state.

Another question that I needed answers to where what he needed to get in order to leave and why after all of these years did he come back to me, and here.

"The answer that you seek is in my mind", a voice that sounded just like him.

I turned around and jumped at the sight of him.

His eyes were pure black. His purple veins on white skin clashed.

Horribly, might I add.

And his teeth were sharp like a sharks.

He must have been using a lot of man made magic over the years I broke his heart.

I asked as nicely as I could, " What happened to you? It's almost like you're someone else."

His black eyes were shining with what seemed to be a spell ready to be cast at me, but I counteracted it by mentally blocking it, because you know I'm that good.

But he obviously doesn't know the first rule of witches.

You have to be a born witch in order to take away another witches powers, or else the spell will counteract itself, and it will turn you into who you really are.

And in his case, he was a shark.

Cold blooded already, power hungry, and still wanting more than he can chew.

And that is how his soul has turned him into looking like a normal person, to what he looks like inside.

He's not a witch.

He's not a warlock.

He's not a human anymore.

But it looked like he was turning into my worst fear. The other side effect for doing witchcraft was that you had to give up your most valuable part of yourself.

And then it hit me .

I don't think that he did this on his own terms. I think that he was forced to do this because that person didn't want the side effects themselves.

I had to save my friend by getting his soul back and the demon out, because I knew which one was in him right now.

It was the demon that my grandmother killed and sent back to its world away from all of the other witches.

And if my theory is correct, the only possible reason that this demon wanted to get out, was to get revenge for being killed, and was resurrected to get to me.

And now that it has me, what is it going to do?