Jenna Lawless, sixth daughter of a sixth daughter, at 23 years of age, had been allowed the freedom to choose a path not ordinarly permitted to those of her clan until they were much older and more experienced.  Her magic was strong indeed, and she was on a bit of a quest to find her place in both the closed society of her clan and the "real" world in which most members of the clan lived day to day.  She had moved to southeastern Virginia, to the port city of Anderson, which had been settled in early colonial times, because she was in search of historically significant sites which were more historically significant than the curators realized. What she sought were sites where witches had lived, worked, practiced their dark arts, and even died during colonial times.  It wasn't just New England that had witch hunts.  They were just the only ones that had been publicized in popular culture.<br/><br/>Some days she would just drive ... "aimlessly" some might say ... though in fact she was simply trying to pick up on the presence of magic and potentially magical forces, places and objects.  Some days she came up dry.  Others were more productive.  Two of her last lovers had been found while doing this, though they were no longer a part of Jenna's life.  Their powers were only rudimentary and of no use to her in her quest.  She smiled as she thought they were both happy somewhere dancing around a stone altar when the moon was full and performing oral sex on some "high priestess" somewhere while the "high priest" took them from behind, and they would be valuable to their covens because they actually knew something about how to harness the forces of nature, whether for good or evil. They had been an amusing diversion, and now she was in search of other amusing diversions as she also sought out places and things of real power.<br/><br/>Lost in thought, she drove aimlessly through this new subdivision.  Three bedroom homes, just enough variety in the designs that one would have to be paying attention to realize that several houses on every block were almost identical.  Fenced in back yards, and the same tree growing in front of every house.  Same tree.  Same height.  Same distance back from the road.  Some species of plant selected for it's ability to not die easily and grow quickly. And when it was grown, it would still be some tree that nobody bothered to know what it was.  Not like the majestic oaks that lined the streets in the older neighborhoods, where if they were lucky, were inhabited by rich elderly people. And if the neighborhood wasn't so lucky, each grand old house would now be a multifamily extended family dwelling having to endure the vibrations of the base from the music which assaulted it constantly from every direction.<br/><br/>But no, this was not one of those neighborhoods.  Not a house here was over two years old, and most of its occupants would still be married, and most of the houses would still contain a single family.  All the adults would be at work, and all the kids at school.  Perhaps one house in twenty (or maybe thirty) would contain a stay-at-home mom with one or more children after 9:00 in the morning.  Most would be gone long before that.  As it was, she couldn't remember how many blocks back it had been since she'd even seen a car in a driveway.<br/><br/>Jenna's drifting mind was brought back to the here and now with the plop plop plopping of a flat tire on her black Audi Q5.<strong><em>"Dammit!  A brand new car!"</em></strong><br/><br/>(http://smgenglish.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/21/q5.jpg)<br/><br/>Normally, she might look around to ensure nobody was watching, whisper a spell to fix whatever is wrong, and be on her way.  But today, she had that feeling that she was supposed to stop here.  It was that feeling she had right before she met Brenda.  So, pulling over to the side of the road, she got out to inspect the damage and wait a little while to see if she needed to dirty her own hands, or if someone would dirty theirs instead.<br/><br/>Though she had opted for the Audi SUV rather than the Ferrari, or even the little red mustang convertible, it didn't mean she didn't still like to call attention to herself. She just felt an SUV would be less conspicuous as she went about her quest, while still wanting to look good doing it. Even though she had gone for the casual look, Jenna wasn't one to wear baggy clothing.  Perched atop heels of moderate height but sinister design, she was wearing tight jeans and a form fitting pullover top which left a bit of midriff for anyone who could bring his or her eyes down below the rather imposing breasts.<br/><br/>(http://gamesprite.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/normal_gemma-atkinson-0019.jpg)