Black Magic Sanction

us. A green-tinted circle rose up and we were safe again.

'I'm fine. I'm fine!' she almost snarled, her hand coming off her bicep to show a small scratch, the edges red rimmed already and starting to go purple.

'Fine, hell, it's poison! Pierce, burn it out,' I demanded, and he nodded. Eyes avoiding mine, he dropped to his knees to make his coat furl open. His hand went over the scratch, and he whispered the charm. Spell. Curse. I didn't care. Ivy jerked, her nostrils widening as a glow enveloped his hand.

'He's burning it out,' I said, gripping her shoulders and forcing her to be still. 'Try to relax.'

'It hurts,' she grunted. Her breath came with a gasp, and she held it for the count of three before it hissed out between her teeth. 'Are you done yet?' she almost snarled.

Damn it, this isnt her battle, it's mine.

'You could have left,' Pierce muttered as if having heard my thoughts. But if I'd left, they would have attacked anyway.

'A controlled burn?' Ceri said, voice high and interested. 'You can do that?'

Pierce looked up, standing to tug his coat straight and touch his hat. 'Mistress elf,' he said formally, but I noticed he didn't offer his hand.

Her eyes darted behind him to the re-forming ranks of fairies. 'You must be Pierce.'

'I am.'

My gaze jerked down when Ivy moved. 'Are you okay?' I asked as she pulled herself up, sitting against the shed. Sweat ran down her brow in a rivulet to vanish under her clothes.

'That hurt,' she said simply.

'You'd likely be dead if you were a witch,' Pierce said grimly. 'I opine being a vampire accounts for one good thing.'

Ivy's eyes widened as she looked past me, and I stood and turned in one smooth motion. 'Oh, crap,' I said aloud as I saw the flash of flame. 'Jenks!' I shouted. 'TheyVe got fire!'

The hose was less than twenty feet away, but it might as well have been across the street, trapped in this bubble like we were. Jenks rose in a burst of motion above his younger kids gathered at the teapot. He whistled, and pixies came from everywhere, standing for a final assault on their stump. After that, it would be the church. They wanted me dead, and if I continued to hide in a bubble, they'd burn everything and everyone I loved.

Ceri's eyes were positively scary with determination. Ivy slowly got to her feet, and I supported her until she found her balance. 'They're swarming,' Pierce said. 'I've heard of this. They're like locusts. This isn't merely an assassination attempt, it's an invasion.'

Jenks dropped back down before the entrance of the stump. Beside him was Matalina, her arrows slung over her back and a sword I'd never seen in her grip. To her left was her eldest daughter, Jih. To Jenks's right was Jax. Behind them gathered the rest of the children, even the youngest. Across the graveyard, the fairies grew bold, flame dancing in their hands as their wings lifted them on the morning breeze. Their pace was slow even as they shouted insults. The bows in Jenks's children's hands had taught them caution. Last night's rain would keep the graveyard and the longer grass from burning, but not Jenks's stump. I couldn't let this happen. I'd rather rot in jail.

'Let me out of the bubble,' I said softly, but only Ivy heard. 'I will not be responsible for Jenks and his family dying. Ceri, let me out.'

'Rachel, no,' Ivy said as I stepped to the edge of Ceri's bubble. 'There's got to be another way!' she said loudly. 'Pierce, be of some use and think of something! Don't let her give herself up. Not to those butchers. The coven will kill her! You know it!'

Desperate, I stood, helpless. Pierce searched my face, seeing my fear, my loyalty, and my decision to not risk those I loved any longer. His hand found mine and I held it. I wasn't going to let them burn Jenks's house and slaughter his children. I'd do anything. And Pierce knew it.

Giving my fingers a tight squeeze, he turned away. 'Mistress elf,' he said to Ceri, his voice calm and determined. 'Are you skilled in casting?'

Ceri's breath came in fast. Her wild look grew more fierce. 'I am,' she said, standing proudly. Casting was like a net in that it took more than one person to create, but whereas a net simply contained people, a casting generally contained a havoc-producing spell. It was tricky, seldom done as it was too easy for the spell to escape.

'Do you know the spell to burn even that which has an aura?' he asked, and the muscles in my knees went slack. God, no.

'That's black magic,' I said, pushing Pierce's hand off me. 'That kills people!'

Ceri gave me a long look, her eyes still on mine when she spoke. 'I do.'

Frantic, I turned to Pierce, then Jenks readying his family for a final assault. 'You can't burn them alive!' I shouted.

Ceri's frowned. 'We have two. To cast safely from here it will take three.'

'We have three,' Pierce said. 'One to create, one to protect, and one to define.' This last was directed at me, and Pierce's eyes held the memory of a difficult decision made long ago.

'I'm not going to burn my garden and everyone in it!' I shouted. 'Jenks is out there!'

'Anything underground will be safe,' Ceri said.

'I said no!' I protested, but Ivy's eyes begged me to say yes.

'Then Jenks and his family will die,' Ceri said cruelly.

I stood before her, ill with frustration. Right then, I hated her although she didn't deserve it.

Pierce drew me to him. The difference between Ceri's proud disdain and his brow furrowed in pained empathy was striking. 'You are the definition,' he said softly. 'You can hold the strongest, widest circle. Make one to encompass the garden. I will be the safety, and I will keep the magic from acting upon us. Everything between my circle and your larger one will be subjected to a quick flash of heat.'

I looked over my church, seeing it smoking and ruined in my mind's eye. Burned at my own hands? 'The trees, my garden,' I whispered.

Ceri turned from watching the approaching fairies, her impatience obvious and making me feel like I was stupid. 'The leaves will be singed. The garden will sprout from roots. The heat won't do anything to your church but clear the spiderwebs from it. Even Bis will be untouched. Rachel, Jenks cannot last against such numbers! He and his family will be slaughtered! Why are you hesitating?'

Because it was black magic. Anything able to pass through an aura and burn a living thing was black. I'd be a black witch. I'd be everything they said I was. But to stand here in a bubble while Jenks's children were cut down and slaughtered...

'There is no other option, Rachel,' Pierce said, and I grew frantic. From beyond the safety of Pierce's circle, I could hear Jenks shouting final instructions to his children. They wouldn't scatter but would stay to the last. Ivy begged me with her fearful eyes. I had to do it.

Without a word, I closed my eyes and set an undrawn circle wider than the one at Fountain Square. I felt it go up, encircling the church, the grounds, and a slice of the graveyard. How many were inside it? How many would die? I thought, pulling my hand from Pierce.

'Jenks!' I shouted, blood humming from the strength of the line. 'Go to ground!'

A sharp whistle pulled my eyes open to see a flowing of pixy wings into the stump. The fairies broke ranks, chasing them faster than would seem possible. Torches made tiny flames surrounding Jenks's home. Three fairies darted through the abandoned door. Trusting me, Jenks had let them in to do battle in his own home.

'I will lead,' Ceri said, taking one of my hands. Pierce took the other, gingerly since it was his burnt hand. Safe within Pierce's sheltering bubble, Ceri bound our wills together, her aura swirling, pressing against mine with the feeling of silk and the scent of sun.

A shudder rippled through me when Pierce sent his aura wider, strengthening his circle, protecting us and melting it with Ceri's aura so her magic could pass through. I couldn't have shifted my aura like that. It was beyond my skill, sophisticated magic, and Ceri smiled in devilish delight, thrilled to find another matching her ability. She looked like a fertility goddess with her bulging middle and the power leaking from her. Beside her, Pierce was dark, masculine, strong, his thoughts here and in his past simultaneously. And I was between them, frantic. I was going to twist a black curse to save Jenks's life.