Boss Witch Revenge : Hell Hath No Fury Like a Sister Scorned

"Angelica? What are you doing here?" I walk into the apartment I share with my twin and see her sitting on the couch...next to my boyfriend. Orion was supposed to meet me here later, and as far as I know, Angelica had plans with her friends. She wasn't supposed to be here at all.

"I'm comforting your boyfriend," she says, beautiful as always with her long, blond hair back in a messy bun, "or should I say, ex-boyfriend." She pats his shoulder, consoling him. Her eyes are drawn together, and she looks genuinely concerned. But he glares at me in a way I've never seen before. With hatred. Orion is a tall guy-6'4"-so even when he's sitting, seeing him simmer with rage is genuinely terrifying.

"What? Why?! Orion, can we talk about this?" I throw my purse on the ground and start walking over to them, but he stands up from the couch and stares me down. I stop, cold. Frozen in place. The mistrust and anger in his eyes make him look like a stranger.

"You know why," he spits out. "How long?" He glares down at me.

I don't know what he means. How long for what? I shake my head, confused. I can feel the fluttering of my black, wispy bangs as I shake my head.

"How long has this shit been going on?!" He grabs Angelica's phone out of her hand and starts flipping through photos of me...me and that man from a few days ago! That's what he's so furious about? Relief washes through me: it's all just a misunderstanding!

A single, accidental bubble of laughter rips out of me in relief.

"Him-he-I was helping him! I know it looks bad, but it's honestly not what it looks like. If you'd just let me explain-"

"No, Jezzie," Orion says, and his face crumples. "Angelica told me everything. The pictures were just the final piece of the puzzle."

WHAT?

My blood runs cold. I have always been faithful to Orion, always. Whatever Angelica told him was a bunch of lies. The pictures were lies, too-probably a setup! Clearly, it was no use trying to convince him of my innocence right now, because he's already made up his mind that I was guilty. He'd already decided, before I'd even walked through the door.

The tears start to silently fall down my face. Orion walks past me towards the door. I hear it open and slam shut. Through blurry eyes, I notice that Angelica quietly follows him. The door opens and shuts much more quietly...but not any less ominously.

Now, why in Nine Hells would my sister be following my boyfriend out the door, unless she was up to no good? I sniff, trying to will back the tears, and failing miserably. This was hardly the first thing that has gone horribly wrong lately. Losing friends, my family's trust, and even my company, it makes sense that Orion is only the latest among several awful events.

Because I realize who has been involved in every single one of these things...the common factor, the connecting force. It's Angelica. My own twin. I've had my suspicions, but there is absolutely no room for doubt any longer.

Why she decided to take everything from me might not be something I'll ever understand, but first things first: I'll be DAMNED if I'll let her take Orion from me.

And once I get him back...well, I heard payback's a witch.

* * *

CHAPTER ONE BEGINS

Mother always used to call me her little moon, and Angelica was her little sun. Even though we are twins, since we are fraternal twins we look different. I have dark hair and dark green eyes, despite my fair skin, and Angelica has light golden-blonde hair with hazel eyes. She has always been able to get more of a tan during the summer months, too, only adding to her "little sun" nickname.

We were born into a legacy witching family dating back to the time of the first continental settlers. Back then, our family survived solely due to strict rules and secrecy. Otherwise, we would've hung from the gallows and been burned at the stake, like all too many of our ancestors. The Wildspark family might not be here today if not for those rules.

Some of those rules survive to this day...but more about that later.

Needless to say, Angelica and I grew up surrounded by the craft. We were both expected to inherit our mother's witches' blood and get witchmarks of our own on our twenty-first birthdays. It was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives as twins and young witches .

But as the moon rose that night, and it was an auspicious Blood Moon, too, I was the only one to feel the searing pain of the witchmark burning into the flesh on the nape or my neck. My body was the only one that lit up in the dark night.

Angelica felt nothing. We saw nothing. We waited, thinking it might be possible it could be delayed since she was born a few minutes after me, but minutes stretched into a half-hour, into an hour, until finally Gramma Gemma Wildspark called an end to the ceremony.

"I'm sorry, child," she said, coming up to Angelica, "but it does not appear the path of the witch is your destiny."

Angelica nodded, but I could see the shimmer of tears down her face, reflecting in the moonlight.

"My little sun," my mother crooned, going up to embrace her. Angelica's blonde hair easily stood out against Mom's black hair and black dress.

"Don't call me that!" Angelica suddenly snapped. "And maybe if you'd never called me that, you wouldn't have jinxed me!"

Then, she turned and ran out of the clearing, her long, wispy black dress trailing behind her. Her golden hair was the last thing to disappear amongst the dark trees.

"Angelica!" Mother called after her. "Angelica!!"

"Let her go, Agatha," Grandma Gemma said to her daughter. "Let her grieve in her own way. You know she didn't mean what she said."

Mother didn't look convinced. The other aunts, cousins, and community witches looked on in sympathy, talking quietly, until one brave soul stepped forward. She seemed to remember that it was still my birthday, and there was still something for me to celebrate.

"Despite the disappointment we might feel for Angelica, we still have a new witch to welcome to our ranks tonight!" she said, doing her utmost to bring cheer to the now-somber gathering. "We welcome you, Jezebelle, to the most sacred of sisterhoods. May you never walk this path alone."

"For we are here at your side, evermore," the group of women said together.

Chills erupted all over my body as their solemn declaration sank into my body and soul. I couldn't help but think about Angelica at that moment- was she destined for a lonely life now that she failed to get her witchmark?

'No,' I silently vowed, 'she will always have me. Always.'

Angelica ran and ran until she was out of breath. Her lungs and legs were on fire, and her feet were blistered thanks to the poor choice of shoes for running. Yet none of that mattered.

Part of her had expected something like this to happen tonight. After all, Jezebelle had always gotten everything she wanted....but Angelica didn't. This had been the story of Angelica's life, though she was the only one who seemed to know it. And even though their mother said she loved the two twins equally, Angelica always felt like she was in Jezebelle's shadow, craving warmth and attention.

So when she'd waited in the glowing orange moonlight for a mark that would never appear, it wasn't heartbreak she felt as the minutes ticked by. No, it was just the dawning realization that another disappointing expectation had come to pass. She was used to feeling this way.

It was actually the sympathy in Gramma's and mother's eyes that had pushed her over the edge.

'Oh,' she thought bitterly, 'NOW you care?'

They'd never looked beneath her surface before now, never looked past the "sunny disposition" she always projected to give them the impression that everything was fine. Yet now, in front of the coven, they wanted to appear like they cared about her?

Angelica sat on a fallen log, her panting breaths creating clouds in the dark night air. She'd yelled at her mother. But...it had felt good to get that truth off her chest. She hated being called her "little sun."

Witches didn't care as much about the sun as they cared about the moon. At least not the witches she grew up around, anyway. So, she'd always felt like an outsider whenever her mother called her that. It probably wasn't intentional...honestly, it was probably just a cutesy-wutesy way to tell baby twins apart, but in a way that made it worse. How...original.

It didn't matter that her hair was golden blonde or that her eyes were a golden hazel-she literally looked like a little, yellow piece of sunshine-she felt like her mother had somehow jinxed her existence.

Jezebelle, on the other hand, was made for the night. She was perfect. She looked like the perfect witch. She had a perfect, dreamy boyfriend who had loved her for years, just as long as she'd loved him. She was intelligent, musically gifted, beautiful, and she looked like a carbon copy of their mother.

Angelica knew she looked like their dad, who had passed away when she was a child....but he had been an ordinary man. There hadn't been anything special about him, so resembling him didn't mean much to her.

"Why does Belle get everything?" she asked the night sky. "Why isn't anything ever fair?"

"Fair?" asked a creaky voice from behind a tree. Angelica jumped. "Fairness is an illusion, my dear girl."

An old woman came out from behind the tree. A witch-an ancient witch.

"Who...are you?" Angelica whispered. "I've never seen you before."

"If you find out, do let me know, dear," she cackled. "I can't seem to remember my name, though I'm sure it will come to me eventually. But I do know that your future was stolen from you tonight."

"Stolen? What do you mean by stolen? You mean I was supposed to get a witchmark?"

The old witch's eyes were like two shiny jet pebbles, glinting in the moonglow. She nodded.

Angelica gasped. "Really?" She placed a hand over her thundering heart. Could this finally be the moment she's been waiting for, the moment where she'd catch up to Jezebelle?

"Aye. Now come along with me, my dear, and I'll help you get that mark you deserve. It must be done before the moon sets."

Angelica did not hesitate as she followed the old witch deeper into the forest, into an ancient cave decorated with bones dangling from the ceiling.

Bones of all shapes and sizes...Angelica did not look up.

Starting the twenty-first birthday celebration at midnight left me exhausted by the time mom brought me home, early in the morning. I think both of us were hoping Angelica would already be there waiting for us.

But she wasn't.

"Don't worry about her," Mom said, masking her nervousness with a warm smile that didn't reach her light green eyes. "She'll come back when she's ready. I know she will."

I nodded, returning her weak smile, and went up to my old room. Angelica and I still had bedrooms at our parent's house, even though we also had an apartment we shared closer to the company we own together downtown. It was moments like this one that I was grateful mom always kept an inviting space for me to return to: despite the worry and sadness I felt towards my twin, I was able to sink straight into sleep.

* * *

"Happy birthday, babygirl," a familiar voice says softly, close to my face, gently drawing me out of my dreams.

Orion!

My eyes open with a smile already on my face.

"Beloved!" I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him down onto the bed with me. He pulls me close and holds me tightly in his arms before attacking my face all over with light kisses.

Muah! Muah! Muah!

"Orion!" I giggle. But then his mouth is on mine, his hot, sweet mouth, and I forget everything else around us. His hands start to roam and I feel him groan into my mouth when he realizes there's nothing underneath the baggy t-shirt I threw on to sleep in.

One hand heads to my breast, where he pinches my nipple-I arch my back in response. Damn! That little shock of pleasure gets me every single time. He knows just where to touch me...

His other hand heads between my legs, where he slides his middle finger along my slick entrance. He groans again as he pushes his finger inside me, and soon I'm moaning.

"Shhh, baby," Orion whispers after breaking our kiss. "You don't want to get caught here, do you?"

I bite my lower lip and shake my head, 'no.' He slowly pushes a second finger inside me...

Orion is the only man I've ever been with. He is my first and only love. He took my virginity, and I took his, the summer after we graduated high school. We know each other's bodies intimately, inside and out.

So, I know he must be painfully hard by now.

I grab him by the shoulders, and he lets me toss him underneath me-otherwise, there would be no way I could budge his 6'4" built frame. He thinks it's cute when I try to, though. His blue eyes sparkle while he watches me, excited to see what I'll do.

Once he's under me, I undo his jeans and slide them off, then his boxers. He understands the assignment and rips his shirt off. Sure enough, his huge dick is rock hard and glistening with precum. My mouth waters-I love how he tastes!

I can't help it. I lick my open lips and bend over to take him in my mouth, and the next moment, he's the one biting his lip to keep his moans in check.

He doesn't let me suck him for long. Orion pulls my shirt over my head and grabs my waist to lift me over his cock, all so I can slowly slide down on him. Inch by agonizingly delicious inch. And it feels fucking amazing!

It's been over a week since we've slept together, and I absolutely love it when our bodies join back together like this. Like two pieces finally becoming whole again. He just feels so RIGHT when he's inside me, like he belongs there.

We lock lips while I ride him, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Who knew trying to stay so silent was such a turn-on? But just when I feel that glorious orgasm about to burst within me, I break away so I can whisper in his ear, "I'm gonna cum! Please cum with me..."

Orion groans and grips my hips, then slams his cock deep inside me one, two, three times before I feel his hot cum at the same time as my orgasm takes over. I grab a fistful of my sheets and cover my mouth since it's impossible to stop the sounds I'm making. At the peak, I'm pretty sure I shove a fistful of sheet inside my mouth to bite down on.

Orion buries his face in my hair and grabs my butt, gently rocking my hips so I can ride out my orgasm. He calls them my "aftershocks."

"I love you," I say to him, kissing his cheek, "I love you so much."

"Mmm," he growls into my messy hair, then kisses my temple. "I love you, too, babygirl."

He pulls me tightly into his arms. "Happy birthday, Jezzie."