My world felt hazy... disjointed... broken. I wasn't sure where I was or what was going on. I remembered the nose bleed and then nothing. There was nothing in my head other than that sharp, unending pain that seemed to crack and crumble the foundations of my mind. It had made it feel broken and unsteady. I wasn't sure how much time had passed, it was all blank, all empty. Just a blank space in my head that I couldn't figure out.

My head felt hollow but at the same time unbearably cramped, confusing and contradicting emotions swirled around and around inside of my skull. I wasn't sure what was real or what was me. There was something within me, something or someone else. It wasn't like my wolf, this was different. It was unnatural and forced. It didn't belong.

Everything felt white. It was an odd feeling to have but it did. It felt white, blank, unmarked, empty. Almost like an unpainted room that had never been lived in, never had furniture in it to scuff up the floor or the walls, to have the paint fade around its shadow. There was a wrongness to how it felt.

There was just white emptiness inside my mind that I knew was too cramped. There was something else in there that didn't belong. I wanted to fight out of that whiteness but I couldn't find the energy or the strength. It felt like I had been stuck for hours, unable to move or talk or scream. I wanted so hard to push through but I felt like I was stuck in a sort of mental traffic jam, something was blocking me from waking up.

I didn't know what to do when I felt something near me. I knew I wasn't seeing anything but I was aware of a dark figure, it was made up of something like black smoke. Its edges were wispy and little tendrils seems to wave off of the edges of the figure as it moved closer and closer. I couldn't move away, couldn't close my eyes because I wasn't really seeing.

The figure seemed almost aggressive in its move towards me before it reached out. Its hand looked strange and I felt the touch like a hot brand as it reached my chest. I inhaled, wanting to scream as it sunk into my chest, grasping at something within me, something that made my head pierce with agonizing pain. The feeling of being cramped became completely unbearable.

The figure yanked backwards and I felt like something within my body was yanked forward with it but it stopped short and the figure didn't seem fazed as it yanked again. I wanted to scream, wanted to move away but I was stuck fast in a body that was completely immobile. The black smoky figure shifted, grabbing my shoulder with a searing hot grasp before shoving its other hand deeper into my chest. It seemed to be seeking something out before it yanked back hard as if victorious.

I felt like all the air had been yanked from my body at the same time my chest had been crushed in a giant grip but the figure didn't relent and yanked again. I felt like something was being torn from my chest and my head as the figure gave a mumbled sounding roar as it pulled back on its grip. I couldn't see what the figure was pulling out of me but I could feel it.

It tugged on the edges of my soul, a hot and searing pain that radiated out from my chest. It felt like it was tearing something out from inside me. The pressure in my head grew worse until I felt like there were two forms of consciousness within me. I could almost hear echoes of another voice inside me, echoes of thoughts that were not my own. Similar to my own voice but it wasn't me.

There was a faint give in my head, something shifted, moving away just a fraction before it tore from me completely. I inhaled as my back arched, my body finally moving as pain roared through me. Tear sprung into my eyes at the harshness of the searing pain rolling through my nerves. Something had been ripped from my soul. It reminded me of the day I lost Maggie, it wasn't as intense, more like an echo of it.

"That had to hurt like a sonofabitch." The voice sounded slightly winced as hands grasped my shoulders, holding me down. I wanted to move away, to curl up by myself. I felt completely alone in my head, that heaviness, that cramped feeling had disappeared.

"No shit. You ripped a piece of soul from her." Confusion mixed deeply with the pain I was in. I didn't know who was speaking or where I was. I wasn't familiar with the voices around me or the energy of the place I was in.

"It wasn't hers specifically." There seemed to be an edge of amusement to the second voice.

"Twins are weird as fuck like that though." The hands held me down a bit tighter. "So is she gunna be like... brain dead after that?" The voice had a sense of morbid curiosity to it. I wanted to snap at them, wanted to drive them off. Their words were confusing and made my head hurt worse.

"No, you fucking idiot! I took out the memory anchor, not her brain." It was a scathing insult that held a bit of derision and contempt. These people were strange and frustrating. There was nothing I could sense that was familiar. I wanted to snap my teeth together but my body felt strange and out of place, like I couldn't control it.

"Well how am I to know, Tarte?" There was a mocking exaggeration to the name. "Her dead sister's sould chunk was totally attempting to hijack her brain! That's gotta leave some sort of impression." The words renewed my fight to be able to push through the throbbing pain and make my body move. I needed to open my eyes because I was certain I wasn't in a safe environment.

There was a snort. "Yah, a massive fucking headache."

"You two are a massive fucking headache." The third, softer voice scoffed slightly and I tried to find my eyelids. I knew that if I found them I could use them.

There was a retorting snort. "Oh boohoo, Lynny-Bear."

"Its Lynn." The retort was a nasally and rather snobbish impression that had two of the people bursting into uproarious laughter.

"You two are just begging to have your minds fucked with." That third voice returned and with how I felt I agreed that they all needed to feel a fraction of that. I wanted to feel that familiar burning anger, something, anything, to help me fight through it. Anger had never let me down before, it was my comfort but was gone, as if it had burned out completely.

"Can't hurt a coven member, Lynn." The words were said in a sing-song voice that was heavily laced with amusement.

"It wouldn't hurt. Insanity doesn't hurt." It was calmly said and it almost made me shudder. She said it so evenly and calmly that it was eerie. It was as if she were remarking on the weather.

"Ohhhhh me first!" There was a heavy excitement to the voice and there was excited clapping that followed the tones.

"And that is why your name is Screws." There was a heavy chortling that was followed by a sound of disgust.

"Oh fuck you, Tarte! I'm called Screws cause I'm loose!" The other female laughed loudly at her own words. They were certifiably insane and I redoubled my efforts to wake up, to open my eyes. I needed to be able to move to defend myself against whoever was in the room. The pain had lessened enough that I knew I could push it away to get my bearings.

"Get out! Jesus you two are a pain in my ass!" The third female's voice rose sharply with agitation. "I can't do jack shit with you two arguing."

"Oh shut it, Lynny-Bear." At the tone I had the distinct impression of someone sticking out their tongue in a childish display of retaliation.

"Out." At the clipped word I could hear the two females giggling and the sounds of feet on the wooden floor as they left. "Jesus, those two are fucking irritating but I deal with just memories and I needed Tarte and Screws... sadly." I wondered who the female was talking to before I felt someone touch my face and I felt myself settle under my skin almost. Like my spirit had shifted and suddenly fell into place within my body. "I know you must feel like shit but you need to wake up." The words were stern and while I now knew where my eyelids were it wasn't as easy as I thought it was. They felt like they weighed a thousand pounds.

I fought to open them though. I needed to know where I was, to know if I was safe there. I still couldn't sense anything familiar and there was a stirring from my wolf that let me know she was just as apprehensive as I was with the situation. I finally managed to crack my eyes open, my vision was hazy but I had an impression that the room had a darker colour scheme.

"Well you can hear and you can actually comprehend what I am saying. That's a relief. You aren't brain dead... well not completely. The name is Lynn." There was a faint amusement to the tone and I gave a slow blink, fighting to open my eyes again. I wanted to glower at the female called Lynn but I could only crack my eyes open once again. The haziness was fading and I was able to see outlines of things but not details. "You nearly died there. Was kind of freaky. Your sister's soul chunk really didn't want to let you go. Stubborn thing." There was a soft tsking sound and I forced my eyes open further.

A dark haired woman moved towards me, grabbing my shoulders before pulling me to sitting. I felt suddenly dizzy at the action as blood seemed to rush from my brain. "That looked like a fun head rush." I wanted to glower at her but as the dizziness receded, the pain seemed to slam into me all at once. I let out a faint moan of distress, my eyes closing. "Yah Tarte wasn't lying, you are going to have a massive fucking headache." She grasped my forehead and I suddenly felt like my entire head was numb. "A little mental Novocain should fix that right up."

I was able to open my eyes a bit more as she moved to stand in front of me. The haziness had all but disappeared from my vision and I could see she was a rather attractive woman of some type of Asiatic descent, I wasn't sure exactly where though. What caught my attention was the shocking streak of white that was in her hair. I stared at it. A white striped witch.

"Beautiful aren't I?" She flipped her hair with a saucy smile, winking at me.

I opened my mouth, trying to say something but my brain was too numb to really think anything. I tried again and found myself frowning slightly. I couldn't get my mouth or brain to work. My head felt really strange, there was absolutely no pain but there was also little else I could feel. "Yah, you aren't going to be able to speak. I'm surprised you haven't passed out yet." She tilted her head as she looked at me and I slowly blinked as I studied her face. She seemed amused as she looked at me. "Quick question. Is your labradoodle in there with you?" At the question I frowned in confusion. What the hell was a labradoodle?

The witch made a face before poking my forehead. "Your drool faced mutt?" She pushed my head back with her finger and I raised my hand, trying to bring it up far enough to swat her hand away but I failed. "Your puppy dog? Your howl at the moon husky that lives in your head?" At that I gave her an unimpressed look ad I realized what she meant and she smirked. "What, wolf girl? Don't like me reminding you that you are a real life snapchat filter?" The reference she made was just as confusing as the entire situation was and I wasn't sure how to react to it.

"Confusion is sometimes a cute look but now it just makes you look stupid." At the mild insult I bared my teeth at her, a low rumbling coming from my chest. The witch clapped her hands once with a bright smile. "There it is! Good to see Tarte and Screws didn't remove it as well." Lynn gave a small look of curious confusion as she looked me over. "I'm not sure if that is actually possible. I mean pieces of souls are one thing but removing an entire aspect of someone's consciousness?" She looked thoughtful for a moment and I blinked, starting to feel rather drowsy.

"Enough of that. I'm going to give you a run down of what the hell just happened to you before I tell you what I am going to be doing to you next." She grinned at me and I tried to move my mouth to give a retorts and she held up a finger. "Ah ah ahhhh, you can't speak cause I numbed your brain." She tapped my nose before making a rather flippant gesture with her hand. "So your rather hulky, muscular, greek Adonis in those fine ass jeans, looking sexy as hell, brought you in here looking pretty dead." The confusion I felt grew with her words. Who the hell was she talking about?

"Of course we knew you weren't. The darkness tells us things." She intoned the words, making her face go slack before she smirked slightly and started pacing back in forth in front of me. "Your incredibly sexy man toy thought were were dead but the girls succeeded in calming him down while we looked you over, probably all over his more than likely incredible junk too, they have no morals." Lynn grinned at me and I frowned at her again. I wasn't sure what the hell she was taking about.

"Turns out you had a squatter in your body. A fragment of your sister's soul that was trying to push through your own and take over." She whirled on her toes as she pointed at me before stepping closer and poking my chest. "Like some sort of weird little parasite that awoke probably when you bumped into something that it recognized." I wanted to argue with her because Maggie would never have done that and neither would her soul. I knew her better than anyone.

She waved her hand in front of my face, snapping her fingers as if she thought I were lost in my thoughts. I bared my teeth at her. "Now you are probably a bit upset at the thought that we would accuse a probably dead member of your family of such a thing but pieces of souls don't act like the people they once were. Souls aren't the consciousness people think they are. They aren't truly you. They are simply your energy that hold echoes." She looked at me, her eyes narrowing slightly. "In your case the piece of soul was an anchor for a specific thing. The person who put it there knew it was needed to keep something inside of you." I watched her as she moved around, gathering a few things from various places in the room we were in. As much as I wanted to look around, I kept my eyes on her. I still wasn't quite sure about the entire situation.

"That anchor was for memories inside of your head. Memories that I have been tasked with removing from your head because they really don't belong in there." She pulled out an ink bottle, looking at it with a faint look of interest before giving it a shake as if to check the ink level. "Now because the person who put those memories in there didn't realize what would happen in regards to you seeing them, because they were fucking around with things they didn't know or understand like an utter dipshit. I have been recruited to clean up the slushy brain mess you have." The witch moved towards me with a rather unamused look on her face as she set the various things she had gathered beside me on the strange table.

I gave into my curiosity and gave a quick perusal of the room, surprised at the deep red, almost relaxing decor. "No matter how hard you look you won't find a cauldron filled with boiling green potions, or toads, or bats. We do have a cat but he is a fat orange tabby, so no black cats either." She gathered her hair and twisted it up into a bun, securing it with a hair elastic she had on her wrist. I felt my cheek flush with a bit of embarrassment. I couldn't say that I hadn't been looking for the sights of stereotypical witches but I had never been inside of a coven before. I didn't know what to expect. "Now I need you to focus." She pointed at me right before a blaring ringtone sounded and she made a noise of disgust.

She dug out her cellphone and pressed it to her ear with dark scowl on her face. "Not coming in right now, Ricktus." She made a slight face as the person on the other end of the line said something. "Don't care. I'm doing coven 'dark shadows told me to do it' work. Get Muppet." The rather irritated witch made another face and her lip curled up into a slight sneer. "I don't care if she creeps you out. Get her because I'm busy." She rolled her eyes and made a talking motion with her hand.

Her expression shifted once again to disgust. "I don't care what Elder Councilman Ward said. I'm telling you I'm busy right now and you are sweet out of luck." Her expression darkened at his reply. "Go ahead and write me up, Riktus, but you will pay for it later." Her eyes flashed with a slight fire as I could now hear someone saying something loudly. "My vows bar me from killing you, they say nothing about making Little Ricktus unable to 'stand at attention'." I blinked, trying not to listen to her threaten, what appeared to be one of her coworkers, with what sounded like impotence. I could safely conclude that witches were fucking weird.

"Yes that was a threat! Gods you are fucking dense." She looked at me and gave me a look like 'can you believe this shit?' and I hesitantly shrugged, the movement taking way too much out of me and once again making em feel like I wanted to fall back onto the table and close my eyes. "Just get Muppet! I'm done talking to you!" She pulled the phone away and ended the call. "Fucking douche handler." Without looking she tossed the phone onto a sofa with a sound of aggravation. "I swear if my Hunter duties weren't mandatory I would punt him in the balls." I had to agree that she looked angry enough to do just that before her gaze turned back to me.

"Fucking idiot interrupted me." She picked up the bottle of ink and a thin brush before uncapping the bottle and dipping the brush into it, muttering under her breath. I could almost feel the magic moving through the air as she spoke. She pulled the brush from the bottle and grabbed my wrist, lifting and turning it so my inner wrist was exposed. "So, because that idiot put those memories in there incorrectly or even at all well, they are a jumbled mess. Just like corrupted data, you can't view them properly. Just bits and pieces. Fragments." With a few muttered words, the witch drew several symbols on my wrist before letting it drop and grabbing my other one.

"Which would cause you some serious side effects such as loss of sleep or headaches. The severity of which depends on how many memories have been packed inside your skull." She carefully drew different symbols on my other wrist before redipping the brush into the bottle. "From your rather dead like state you had when you were brought in, I would say you have far too many." With practised moves she grabbed my face and made a quick symbol on my temple before repeating it to the other.

"This spell will draw the memories out over a longer period of time. Twelve hours or so. It keeps you from being overwhelmed and having your mind break just like it was nearly doing when you arrived here." She set the brush down and grabbed my face with both hands. I felt the pull of her gaze like a magnet and couldn't help myself as I stared into her dark eyes. They were a deep brown, so deep they were nearly black but I could see the outer edge of them was brown, like black coffee in a white cup. "You are going to sleep until the memories are gone. You will sleep further until you are healed from this experience. You will wake up feeling refreshed and healthy." Her words seemed to whoosh around me and through me and I felt like I couldn't look away as her gaze held me captive.

A chant started emerging from her and I felt like the world was suddenly spinning and shifting. I slowly became aware I had fallen back onto the table, the world swirling around me as dark tendrils like black smoke rolled over my face and covered my eyes. I wanted to panic at the loss of my vision but the little tendrils seemed to speak to me. Cajoling words that made the exhaustion pull over me like a warm comforter. Everything would be okay once I slept. It felt soothing and hypnotic as it repeated the words again and again.

Sleep, little wolf. Sleep.