"I love this song!" Blondies C<i>all Me </i>blared over the radio in the kitchen as  Ophelia, her mother Jackie, and her grandmother Tera worked. Jackie moved around the small kitchen hanging garlands of broiled lemon, while Tera worked on the last bundle of sage. Ophelia watched her mother and laughed, her foot tapped to the song on the old radio and she sliced more lemons to add to the cookie sheet on the stove. "<i>Color me your color, baby, Color me your car. Color me your color, darling </i>...come, Ophelia! Dance with me!"<br/><br/>Ophelia waved the knife nonchalantly in front of her while shaking her head, she then slid the blade back down into the rind and subsequently her fingertip. Hissing, she pulled her hand away and immediately pressed the lemon-soaked fingertip to her lips.<br/><br/>" No, momma, I-" Ophelia excused herself to hurry down the hall, Call me fading into the distance. she stumbled into the all-white bathroom and stood in front of the pedestal sink.  Pulling her fingertip from her mouth, she watched as blood dripped into the sink in neat and messy droplets. Turning on the faucet the blood dispersed but not without Ophelia lifting her eyes to the mirror overhead.  For a moment the world around her blurred and she saw the blood bath that had been<i>Deb's diner</i>just down the road. Screams filled her mind, the creature who had taken the form of a human woman, clawed, and stumbled her way out from a broken window.<br/><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(40, 50, 78)">Cover me with kisses, baby</span></i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(40, 50, 78)"><i>Cover me with love<br/>
Roll me in designer sheets<br/>
I'll never get enough<br/>
Emotions come, I don't know why</i></span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(40, 50, 78)">Cover up love's alibi</span> </i><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:null">Ophelia blinked, her eyes searched her reflection and she couldn't help but swallow. Pushing away from the sink she reached to the mirror and opened the medicine cabinet, found a bandaid in a crushed up box, and unraveled it from the packaging. T</span>here was no time left, she had to get down to the diner-- whatever was happening down there was beyond what someone<i>"normal"</i>could handle. Moving from the bathroom she looked down the hall to the kitchen, then to her bedroom, warm wind filtered through open blinds and she decided to take the path less traveled. climbing over her bed, she popped the screen out from the window frame and then eased her down onto the grass in the backyard, her bike leaned against the siding, unused for nearly a week. She pulled cobwebs from the bike frame and then quickly made her way down the driveway and to the local diner.<br/><br/>By the time Ophelia reached the building, police and the fire department had made their way over, clearly in over their heads. The young witch stopped several feet away from the commotion and looked around, there was a strong presence of witches in this location and that was concerning.<br/><br/>"This sucks, this is the only place in town that can make a decent burger." Ophelia sighed. " Who's responsible for this mess?"