Jordan went up to the porch that was used to be her own. She was happy that when she reached there the feeling of someone following her was gone. She knocked on the door lightly. Gregg opened the door; Kaine looked over his shoulder and was surprised to see Jordan standing there.

"Hey, I'm Jordan, is Kaine here?" She asked Gregg.

"Yeah, I'm here." Kaine stood up.

"What's the matter?" Gregg said. "You looked like you saw a ghost."

"Um, sorta… I mean, never mind. Kaine I really need to talk to you. It's really important."

"If it has anything to do with what happened earlier I don't want to talk about it Jordan, just forget about it. I would have done the same thing." He lied, but he didn't want to stay mad at Jordan forever.

"Well, it does have something to do with what happened earlier, but it has nothing to do with our fight." Jordan sighed. "It has to do with your dad."

"Um, okay. Guys I'll be right back."

They all nodded. Livia noticed the pentacle necklace Jordan was wearing. She was a witch too. This was too cool, two witches. She wondered how many more witches there were around here.

Jordan and Kaine stepped outside. Gregg shut the door so they could have their privacy. Jordan sat down on the step, and took in a deep breath before she told Kaine what she had found out. Kaine looked at the ground wide eyed to every word that Jordan spoke. He just couldn't believe it. It was too much.

"You called out Tallulah, and you actually believed what she had said to you? Jordan are you insane?!" He said not looking up from the ground, his fist clenching in his hands.

"Yes, I do believe her. I know you're mad at her for what she did to you in the past, but remember, you're dad wouldn't tell you the reason why she had kicked you out. And it seems logical that he would have told she was the bad guy so you would totally hate her and you would never think he is what he is."

Kaine looked at her with total hatred in his eyes. He could not stand to be looking at her face right now, but he thought the only way he could get it through to her is if he was looking at her in the face.

"Jordan, Tallulah is the bad guy. I can't believe that you would trust her word. You know she didn't give a damn about those girls. She just wanted total power over the coven! Right now I don't even want to look at your face."

He walked back up the porch and knocked on the door. Gregg opened it. Kaine told him he had to leave. He was sorry it was so sudden, but something was up. He also whispered in Gregg's ear that Jordan was a bitch and not to let her in. That she wasn't the friend he thought she was. He left stomping off back home. Gregg looked down to Jordan who was just shaking her head.

"Please, don't take what he said seriously. We've just been fighting, that's all… I'm not what he says. I swear to you."

"It's okay. I kinda figured he was mad. So are you coming in or leaving?" He said smiling, even though you couldn't see it because of his hat.

"No, I'll be leaving." Jordan sighed.

"Okay, bye. Hope everything works out for you and him. And whatever other problems you're having." He waved and shut the door.

Livia stared out her window, she had gone in there to feed Pele, and her window was open, so she had heard the entire conversation. She was in awe to everything she had heard. It was like a witch's town or something.

Gregg shut the door and told the others what Kaine had said to him about Jordan. Then he said what she had said to him. Gregg just shrugged and sat down in front of the television. Georgia and Jim joined him. Livia heard what Gregg had told Georgia and Jim. She looked at the whole situation queerly. What was going on?

Being shy had got her used to having no one really noticing her when she came in and out of a room, so she quietly slinked out the door without them noticing. Something she thought she could never do, considering that the cottage was so small.

Jordan was still there her face was in her hands. She was so stressed out; she didn't know what to do. Kaine wouldn't believe what she had said. Who knows what the coven would think. Livia put her hand down on her shoulder. Jordan jumped. She quickly turned around to see a pale dark haired girl looking back at her.

"Hi, I'm Livia. You're Jordan right?" She sat down next to her on the steps and put out her hand to Jordan.

"Yeah, that's me. Why are you talking to me after what Kaine had told your friend?"

"You heard what he told Gregg? Gregg said he whispered it…"

"Kaine doesn't whisper quietly enough. I think he did that on purpose…" Jordan sighed. "You didn't answer me. Why are you talking to me after what he said about me?"

Livia sighed. "Well, I heard what you were saying to him before about his father being some sort of cult guy, and calling some person from the dead…"

Jordan looked at her in shock. Livia heard her? Oh no, great now the new neighbors are going to have us crucified or something. Knowing my luck, but she doesn't seem scared or anything?

Livia laughed a little at the look Jordan was giving her. "My window was open when I was feeding Pele, and I heard you guys talking. I never imagined moving into a town full of witches before. So how many are there around here?"

"Pele? Um, there's a coven, and any others I don't know of them." Jordan stopped. Why was she telling this girl? Who knows she may be another psycho cult worshiper!

"Pele's my cat. Wow! A whole coven, man I know I'm gonna fit in here well then." Livia smiled.

"Are you a witch?" Jordan asked.

"Well, yeah, sorta, I'm kinda doing it secretly. My friends don't know I've been doing it, but I think they do, and they just haven't said anything about it. You know I believe you about what you said about that lady."

Jordan looked at her with shock again. "You believe me? But you don't even know me."

"I don't know, I just do I guess, and I've been kinda in the same situation."

Jordan smiled. "At least someone believes me. I'd really like your help. It feels good knowing that I'm not alone on this. So… could you tell me more about yourself?"

The girls continued talking about their lives as they went for a walk down by the lake. They sat down on a large piece of driftwood while Livia was telling Jordan the torment she went through in Florida. Jordan couldn't believe Livia's words. It was terrible what she went through.

"The thing is I feel bad, is because people said I was a witch and I denied it, then again they think witches are evil, and I'm -- we're not."

Jordan nodded her head. "Something like this happened here a long time ago, with my ancestor Janine."

Jordan told her the story on how she became the priestess and about the Lady, the Moon Goddess, and the cave. Livia was excited to hear about this, because this was the thing she had been so long hoping would happen in her life. Some real magick. Magick that her, herself didn't manifest.

"Maybe this Lady of the Lake can help you about Stanley." Livia suggested.

"The Lady's the one who told me that it was Stanley's athame. Then Tallulah told me about him being some member of this cult."

"Wait a minute, I've been thinking." Livia bit her lip and then looked to Jordan. "What in the world do they worship? They are obviously so twisted, they have to draw their power from something."

"There are bad spirits and I guess what you would call devils." Jordan copied Livia and bit her own lip. "I guess that's what they worship. I don't really want to know"

"You're right." Livia said throwing a rock into the lake's waves.

"I want to confront him so badly. To make him admit he is in this cult in front of Kaine… so Kaine wouldn't think I was lying." Jordan wiped her face.

Livia looked to Jordan, right into her eyes. "Don't worry, everything's gonna be alright. That's what the Lady said. You've got to have faith."

Jordan laughed a little. "You sound like Hestia." Livia just sat there and comforted her as much as she could.

Hestia cried as another voice sliced its sharp fingernail like voice down her leg. She could feel a warm release as her blood shed. She almost vomited when she felt the feeling of the thing lapping it up off her leg. The same thing was happening to her arms. She didn't know what to do, how to get away, or how to stop them. She didn't even know what was doing this to her.

She closed her eyes and began praying to the fire goddess Pele. Not being shy at all saying the words loudly, even though the gag muffled them.

Pele help one of your own
Help me get away, and go back home
Pele grant me with the power
Help me get away, in this dark hour
Fill me with fire so I may burn these foe
Fill me with fire so I may take down my enemy and go!

She kept repeating it over and over. The voices were getting more aggravated each and every time she muffled the chant. Her body temperature raised and her eyes filled with fire. The voices began to fade, as they seemed to be burnt up. She was glad they were gone, but she wished she could really get out of here. Then water was splashed on her, and the power from Pele evaporated in the air as the demons did.

"I don't think so little fire fly." Stanley said holding a gallon milk jug, that had the water in it in his hand. He removed the gag from her mouth. She didn't know why he did that.

Hestia stood up her head shaky looking at him directly in the eye. "No matter what you do with me, the Goddess and the God won't let you get away with it." She laughed a little to herself. "What you call a dark lord is nothing but a spirit that's corrupt. When I was in here, he came to me, told me if I went on your side he'd spare me."

Stanley raised an eyebrow. "And what did you say?"

"I told him to go to back to his little cavern he calls hell." She smiled. "He is nothing compared to the Goddess."

"Oh, hide in your denial all you want, but is your Goddess getting you out of here? No, I don't think so. So she's not all powerful like you say." He rolled his eyes. "You wasted all your energy calling to that fire goddess to get rid of some petty little ghosts that weren't even a challenge to anyone. Oh yeah that's real power." He smiled in the mitts of his sarcasm.

"It is true power! Even if I die, I won't die, because I will be reborn and I will come back and kick your ass!" She kicked at a candle as best she could.

It was too quick for him to react and it hit him square in the nose. Blood poured everywhere and he was left on the ground holding his face. Hestia wrestled with the straps that held her down until she got free; she tried to run away. But with the loss of blood she was a little disorientated, and he grabbed her, sitting on top of her.

"You little skank, you'll pay for that. I'm not going to listen to your bull any longer!"

He picked up the candle that she had thrown at him and started beating her with it. First across the face, the second blow to the shoulder. Then on her arms as she was fighting back. She screamed as loud as she could. He went to deliver another blow to the head to stop her from screaming, but she stopped him by biting him on the wrist as hard as she could, deep as she could go down. The candle dropped from his hand. With the other he grabbed at her hair and pulled it with all his might. She let go of her bite and let out a scream of pain. He was in reach of his ceremonial bag, which held one of his many daggers. He grabbed it tight in his hand, and aimed it right for her chest. She instantly put out her arm and stopped it from going into her chest, though it cut her arm badly. He withdrew it from her arm and aimed at her again. She squirmed to the left and he missed, though a long chunk of hair he had in the other hair met the blade.