Chapter 1 of Good Witch, Bad Witch.

The air was filled with hatred as I heard the yells and insults of death. The air smelled of fire as the angry mob gathered around me. I had been captured again. As the mob grew larger I began to panic, wondering if I was going to make it out of this once again or if this was it. I started to yell at my executioners begging that they listen this time.

“I was framed!” I screamed as they attempted to tie me to the stake. I wasn’t going to give them the luxury without a fight the best I could.

“I’m telling you, there is something even bigger than anything you can imagine happening and you will all die!” They still refused to listen to me because I am a witch.

“If you give me the chance I’ll prove it to you, I’ll show you I’m telling the truth.” They didn’t believe me because my sister Christine had kidnapped a young woman so she could suck the life out of her and be beautiful, young, and powerful again. They blamed it on me because we have similar looks.

“Yeah, we cut you down and you kill half of us and turn the rest into insects for your dinner!” screamed one of the villagers as he was lighting the torch. I understood why they didn’t trust me, hell I wouldn’t trust me. I knew what Christine was doing, have been for awhile but there was no way for me to stop her. She was much more powerful than me and could change forms to whatever she wanted in a second.



Just then a large cloud of smoke appeared right in the middle of the angry mob and everyone started to panic.

“She’s casting another spell, hurry, burn her alive!”

With that I saw her; she swooped through the crowd completely invisible to everyone around her. Only reason why I could see her is because she was my sister. In like lightning and out like a flash. She cut my ropes with ease. As I tried to escape part of my dress got caught on one of the logs and I fell flat on my face.

“You always were the clumsy one weren’t you sis,” Christine laughed. “I can’t have you die yet, I have big plans for you sis.” I looked up and saw one of the villagers go at Christine with a pitch fork. With a simple twitch of her finger the man was gone into a puff of smoke.

“You know this is why they hate our kind don’t you.” I yelled at Christine. I tried to think of away to prove myself to be innocent right there in front of the villagers but it had to be tricky. If I tried to overpower her she would squash me like a bug. Then I saw it. A pitch fork lying in the ground near one of the houses. With a twitch of my wrist the pitch fork was airborne circling around behind Christine.

I thought to myself, “She is powerful, but she isn’t bulletproof.” With that I flung my arm at Christine and the pitch fork went flying toward her faster and faster. Through the trees where it was out of her view. The closer it got the more I felt this was going to work. Just then there was another villager trying to sneak up behind Christine and she did not see him at all. Right when he was about to whack her with his shovel the pitch fork sank deep into his ribs.

“Damnit, I can’t get anything right.” I felt horrible as I had obviously helped her without wanting to.

Thanks sis!” Christine smirked once Christine finally realized what had happened. After that she teleported me back to her cave and left me wondering. What she was going to do to me? What was she doing to those poor villagers, and what did she mean by I can’t die yet?



When I appeared in the cave she was not there yet, surely she was still terrorizing the village a little before she left. Christine was the one everyone really wanted. Of course we both did the same things; however I did those things to survive not for the fun of it like her. Yes I still kidnapped the young so that I could live forever, but I only did it if it was life or death not just so I could stay young forever like she did. When a witch uses her powers they become stronger, and with that strength comes the urge to use them more often and to use more powerful magic almost like an addiction. Christine used her powers ALL the time.



Being alone in my sisters cave for a second I realized this could be another chance for me to get back at my evil sister once and for all. Looking around I saw a knife that she had used to make her ingredients for spells and sacrifices. Grabbing the knife I stood in a dark corner of the cave near the entrance. Once she entered I was going to make my move.

Before she entered the cave she yelled inside, “Sis are you there.”

I sat in my corner gripping the knife as hard as I could.

“I don’t think you will be cutting anything with that you silly girl.” I looked down and saw a snake slithering around in my hands. Immeadiately I dropped the serpeant and leaped out from my corner just as Christine entered the cave carrying yet another poor helpless victim. How she knew I was there or even what was in my hands made me believe that stopping her was going to be harder than I thought much less over powering her.

“I noticed you were getting a little old sis.” Christine mocked, “Get caught again did ya?”

“No thanks to you again,” I yelled at my older sister who at the moment looked younger than me. “You are evil Christine; you’re the reason why so many of us are getting captured and burned alive.”

“NO! I am the reason we will rule this world and make these people pay for what they have been doing to us; they will bow down to us!” Christine said with fire in her eyes. She really hated everyone and she didn’t care what they thought about her. Almost like a young boy that had found an ant hill and just so happens to have a magnifying glass in his pocket. “Well no worries once my project is complete we will take control of the world. No one will be after you and you can help me rule by my side or keep doing what you always do; attempt to ignore me and just get captured again.”

“I’d rather burn in hell.”

”Well apparently you almost did tonight, look if you don’t stick with me from now on, well, I can’t have you going against me now can I,” Christine said with a seductive expression on her face.

“Now I need you strong if you’re going to help, just think anything you could ever want would be brought to you on a silver platter. No more living in caves and hiding from everyone you see.

I did not know what to do. She is more powerful, smarter, and could damn near get anything she wanted from anybody, either by her looks or her magic. I told her I would tag along. I was going to do everything in my power to stop her. As I cast my youth transfer spell on the victim I felt a tremendous amount of guilt come over me, however if I was to make an attempt to stop Christine I would have to become just like her if not I was going to die trying. The only question on my mind was how?