Magical Mayhem – Beth’s chapter

By Princess Alexandria

Alternate Universe Story

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Beth stood staring at the stone gargoyle with her sister’s face. She’d heard about Delilah before, but she’d never actually seen her. She glanced at the doorway that her mother and Elisa had gone into, leaving her alone with the sleeping gargoyles. She stepped closer to Delilah and reached out slowly to touch her face. She ran her fingertips gently over the stone skin, marveling at the smoothness as well as the cold. Delilah really looked like a statue. A really beautiful statue.

Beth glanced around the courtyard guiltily, not noticing the security camera lens moving to focus on her. Once she felt comfortable that no one was watching she stepped closer to the gargoyle. She’d been feeling the urge to do something completely wrong while Elisa showed them the castle, and she trailed after her sister. She’d found her eyes more than once watching the gentle sway of her sister’s hips. With Delilah she could indulge a little in her fantasies and no one would ever know. Not even Delilah. She leaned forward and closed her eyes as she kissed Delilah’s stone lips. The feel of unmoving stone frustrated her. She pulled away a little more breathless than she’d been before. Her sister… she wanted her… No, she was just going to get out of here, this was… she’d been alone too long.

She turned to go and tell Elisa and her mother she was going home. She didn’t notice the slight green glow that flowed over Delilah’s stone skin as she walked away, trying to pretend she’d never touched the gargoyle.

Elisa noticed her sister fidgeting nervously in the doorway. It took some effort to not stare at Beth, because it was so obvious that something was up with her. “Mom, Elisa… I’m a little tired. The flight, and getting ready to come here…” Beth spoke evenly, but Elisa picked up a slight blush on her sister’s dark skin when she looked at her.

Beth walked with her mother for the elevators. They almost bumped into David Xanatos as they passed by a hallway. Beth was busy picking up her purse, which she’d dropped in the near collision, so she didn’t see the smirk that Xanatos directed at her.

“Are you sure you want to stay at the house on your own? You could come out with Maria and I.” Diane asked with a little concern while they waited to reach the lobby.

“Mom.” Beth sounded wearier than she felt on purpose. “Go out and have fun. I just want to take a nice long bath and get into bed.” To bad I’ll be getting into bed alone, Beth added to herself.

They left the Eyrie building shortly before sunset, and Beth knew it was rude of her to not stay and say hello, but she just wasn’t feeling up to looking Delilah in the eyes after what she’d done.

Beth watched the couple walk down the street while she waited for her mother to hail the cab. The blonde woman glared at the man, “Really Brendan, you just scheduled a dinner without even checking to see if I was available?!” It looked like that man was about to really get his ear chewed on, but another woman turned from around the corner moving a little quickly and bumped into her.

The cab stopped, so Beth tore her attention away from the scene of the blonde almost being knocked to the ground and got in to head home.

“Go…” Beth smiled at her mother. “I’m here all week, it’s okay.” She stood on the steps looking at her mother, who seemed a bit nervous leaving her here alone. She was a grown woman, so Beth had no idea what flashback her mother was suffering from. Eventually she did leave, looking very much like a nervous teenager going out on a date. Beth shook that thought out of her head as she finished going up the stairs to her bedroom.

The dark skinned young woman stood in front of her full-length mirror and slowly pealed her clothes away. She was attractive, young… why wasn’t she in a relationship? When she removed everything she stayed in the mirror, looking at her body. She slowly ran her hands along the side of her breasts. She needed something, but it wasn’t sleep.

The sound of someone knocking on the second story bedroom window stopped Beth’s self-explorations. Her breath caught in her throat as she quickly grabbed a robe and wrapped it around her body. The terry cloth baby blue robe fell to mid thigh. She opened the curtain a little to see Maggie standing on the balcony.

“I saw the light.” Maggie said with a weak smile when Beth opened the door. It had been dark for almost an hour. Beth gritted her teeth at the very poor timing her sister-in-law had. She held open the door while Maggie came in. She could see the mutate was hunching her shoulders a bit, obviously upset about something. She forced her own body to relax as she decided to become more welcoming. Maggie was incredibly insecure and shy around her. She’d only met the woman a few times, but it was clear that Maggie was still having trouble accepting the changes her body had been forced to go through.

“What brings you to this neighborhood?” Beth smiled while pulling her robe more tightly closed.

Maggie looked down at the carpet, a little embarrassed at Beth’s lack of clothes. “I needed to borrow the shower. Our hot water is out again, and I…” She looked up helplessly. It was so hard to explain how difficult it was to keep all of this fur clean when she lived underground. She hated the fur more than anything else that had changed. Flying made the wings easier to accept, but the fur… was high maintenance, and didn’t really do anything.

The steam in the bathroom was very thick as Beth quietly opened the door and slipped in. When she was trying to get dressed she realized that she’d left her bag with her underwear in the bathroom. She snuck quietly over to it, so as to not disturb Maggie’s shower. She couldn’t help glancing at the frosted shower doors, and through the fog-covered glass she could see Maggie’s silhouette.

Beth’s mouth went a little dry as she watched Maggie run her hands over her own body. She’d never really noticed how nicely built Maggie was, but the shadow image she was watching was in very good shape. She watched mesmerized as Maggie caressed her own skin, slowly. Why so slowly? Beth took a quiet step closer, and realized that Maggie was shampooing her entire body.

Beth stood very still and watched as Maggie caressed her breasts. Beth’s breathing was getting a little heavier as Maggie’s hands trailed down her stomach. She finally shook herself out of her voyeurism and turned to leave. She didn’t want to get caught.

Beth laid on her bed waiting for Maggie to finish her shower. She had changed into a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, since she had company. She felt guilty and excited. She’d done something completely stupid, completely impulsive… she had no idea what made her even think of it. She’d taken Maggie’s clothes away when she left the bathroom and tossed them in the washer. Maggie would have to stay until the clothes were finished. She’d poured soap on them and it was just waiting until the mutate finished her shower so Beth could turn the washer on. Maggie would have to stay two hours, at least two hours.

She stared up at the ceiling, wondering what Maggie’s fur felt like. Was it soft? How would if feel to rub up against the mutate, would that fur seem to caress her body? She sighed heavily. She had to know, it was haunting her, making her feel completely out of control. What would it be like to touch the woman? She felt a pang of guilt. She was planning to try and seduce her brother’s wife, but the guilt wasn’t enough to make her change her mind.

Maggie toweled off. Luckily the fur she had was short and dried quickly. It was only the hair on her head that needed extra care to dry. She combed it out and looked into the mirror at her naked body. She sighed heavily at the person looking back at her. The short light golden hair covered her entire body. Her nipples were slightly hard due to the cool air on her damp body, but the hair around it hid them well. She looked almost clothed while naked.

When she turned to grab her clothes her eyes widened. They weren’t there. Her ears then caught the sound of the washing machine down the hall. She didn’t! Maggie stared at the empty place on the counter as if her clothes would re-appear if she wanted it badly enough.

“Beth?” Maggie called through the door. She’d wrapped a towel around her body. She couldn’t put the robe that was left in there on, because her wings were too large, so it was a tight and almost painful fit. She’d tried… she really tried, but she couldn’t wear it. “You took my clothes?” She tried to keep the irritation out of her voice, but it still crept in.

Beth’s voice came through the door clearly, “I thought they might need to be washed. I’m sorry. Maybe I have something you can wear.” It wasn’t likely that Beth would have anything that would work. She tied the towel more tightly around her body and slowly opened the door. Maybe she’d get lucky, and Beth actually had something.

The search for clothes was a complete wash. Beth knew it would be, but it forced Maggie out of the bathroom and into her bedroom to look. Beth felt hyper-aware of every movement Maggie made. It was so exhilarating. Her heart beat a little faster as she kept imagining herself kissing the nearly naked woman next to her looking through the closet. She imagined running her hands over Maggie’s fur, and then…

“Well… this isn’t going to work.” Maggie’s voice startled Beth out of her fantasies. She turned to see Maggie sigh heavily at the fact that there was nothing in the closet for a winged woman to wear.

“I’m sorry.” Beth sounded sincere to her own ears. She wasn’t sorry at all. She was desperately wondering what Maggie looked like under that towel. She couldn’t resist it anymore. She reached out and put her hand on Maggie, she just needed to touch her. She managed to keep the touch innocent seeming as she lightly ran her hand over the golden fur of Maggie’s shoulder in a seeming apology. “You could have a seat on the bed and I could get something for us to drink. We never really talked before. It’s about time, don’t you think?” Maggie was looking at the closet, so she didn’t see the flicker of green in Beth’s eyes, and Beth didn’t see the returning flicker in Maggie’s.

Maggie nodded, her throat suddenly dry. A drink would be a good idea. She turned to watch the sway of Beth’s hips as Beth left to get them something.

Beth set her drink down on the night table. They’d been talking for a little while, and she decided it was time to make a move. She reached out to brush her hand along Maggie’s shoulder, “You feel a bit tense.” She said softly while reaching the other hand over to Maggie’s other shoulder. This was hardly a casual move. She had to slide her hands under the wings to do this, but it was exciting. She waited tensely to see what Maggie would do as she continued her shoulder massage. She could feel Maggie’s shoulders tensing up for a moment, before she started to relax. She almost let out a breath in relief.

Maggie sat incredibly still, afraid to move or say anything, because it might ruin this precarious moment, because the feel of the fully human hands on her felt so nice. She bowed her head forward a little, determined to enjoy this as long as possible. She began to notice the light throbbing of her sex at Beth’s firm, seemingly innocent massage. Her sensitive ears could hear the hitch in Beth’s breath as she touched her, so it wasn’t innocent. She ignored that in favor of continuing with this.

Beth’s voice was a little deeper as she spoke softly, “Do you want a massage? I learned how to give good ones.” Maggie could feel the sexuality in the air, but she just nodded submissively. She knew she should stop this, it was obvious where it was going, but she didn’t. Beth’s voice was slightly breathless. “You just need to lie down on the bed so that I can get to all of you.”

Beth watched wordlessly as Maggie stretched out on her bed. She was doing it! Beth felt the edges of her mouth turning up into a small pleased smile. She’d been worried that Maggie would come up with some excuse to get out of this, and in all the time she’d waited for Maggie to take her long shower, this was the only plan she could come up with. She was reluctant to add the next bit, worried that Maggie would pull out, but it needed to be done, or this wasn’t going to work. “The towel is in the way.” She could see Maggie stiffen up a little after she spoke, so she hurriedly tried to explain that away. “I can’t see anything with you on your stomach. I could drape it over your rear.”

Maggie tugged the towel free and handed it to Beth quietly, without looking at Beth at all. Beth could see the embarrassment Maggie felt in the stiff way the mutate held her body. She took the towel and folded it so that she had time to look at Maggie’s ass. It was covered in the same golden fur, but it was easy to see how tone it was even through that fur. She gently placed to towel over Maggie, wishing she could leave it off, but she didn’t want to scare the woman away. This had to be done carefully, or her prey would escape. She stared at Maggie’s back. The wings were going to be a challenge to work around. Should she massage those too?

Maggie felt her shoulders tensing as she felt Beth’s eyes on her. Finally, after what felt like several minutes, but probably was only one, she felt Beth sit on the bed beside her. Beth started kneading her shoulders, like she’d been doing while she sat up. She could feel the heat coming off of Beth’s body as the dark skinned woman sat right next to her in order to reach her body. Her protesting muscles slowly gave way to Beth’s insistent fingers, loosing as the tension was pressed away.

The slow circles Beth made with her fingers over the fur of Maggie’s back showed her that even though Maggie wasn’t a warrior, she was strong. Beth could feel hard muscle in the mutate’s back. It was a strange feeling, the fur was soft and caressing it was a pleasure. Beth massaged carefully around the wing joints, not sure if it was sensitive or if she’d hurt Maggie if she pressed harder. She could see the soft swell of Maggie’s breasts pressed against her bedspread, and had to force herself to not reach down and caress them. Too soon. She worked her way down Maggie’s back, until she reached the gentle curves of Maggie’s ass. She looked up and could see the mutate was relaxing and enjoying her touch with her eyes closed and a gentle smile on her lips.

Maggie barely managed to not moan when she felt the massage that Beth was giving her legs moving up higher. The gentle circles that Beth was rubbing into Maggie’s thighs as she slowly inched higher and higher. The lazy relaxing feeling was gone as she anticipated the touch. She knew it was coming, she could smell Beth’s arousal in the air. It had been growing steadily as Beth massaged and caressed her back, arms, and legs. She was grateful that the fully human woman didn’t have the same sense of smell she did, because her own scent was also thick in the air.

Beth stared at that towel with green glowing eyes, wishing she could just move it magically to see the flesh she was feeling an incredibly strong need to touch. Maggie had been quiet and allowed her access to every thing she’s tried so far. Her sex was throbbing insistently as her hands slowly moved up to caress Maggie’s inner thigh, the massaging was obviously just a cover for her need to get closer. She inched up slowly, to brush the tips of her fingers along Maggie’s sex accidentally. She held her breath as she waited for Maggie’s response to that light touch while she continued her massage a little lower. She felt the muscle under her hand tense a little, before relaxing. Was that permission? Her own body tensed as she tried it again, her touch was more lingering as she slowly ran her hand along Maggie’s upper thigh and her finger ran along the edges of Maggie’s sex.

Maggie’s eyes were shut tight as Beth massaged her thighs so close to her sex. Her jaw was clamped shut to try and keep herself from whimpering. She waited for it again. That first touch had shocked her, but now… her sex was throbbing and her heart beating quickly, in her hopes that it really wasn’t an accident. She was finally grateful for her fur, it covered her blush. She tried very hard to keep her breathing normal, but it was a little ragged.

Beth’s fingers were moving closer again, and she felt the light teasing touch to her sex, perhaps an inch away from where it was needed. Her body tensed as the fingers moved over her sex openly, she felt Beth caress along the opening of her sex, and she finally moaned. In… go in… Maggie pleaded in her mind, unwilling to say anything out loud.

She could hear Beth’s breathing becoming louder as the fingers pushed slowly, gently… inside. Maggie pulled the pillow in her arms closer with a whimper. She couldn’t look up, she just laid tensely while the feel of Beth’s probing fingers took on a rhythm. She tried not to move, to make any noise, to do anything to disturb this spell. She could hear her own wetness as Beth continued the gentle in and out motion. A small whimper escaped her lips, and was immediately answered with a whimper from Beth.

Beth’s deep voice made Maggie tense up. “Turn over.”

Maggie nibbled on her lower lip. Right now this was being done to her, but if she turned over, if she did what Beth asked… that would change. It wouldn’t be enduring it, she’d be seeking it. It would be consent.

Beth could see from the tenseness that Maggie was thinking about not doing it. She’d allowed Beth to touch her, to enter her… to fuck her, but she wasn’t going to move. She pulled her fingers out of Maggie’s wet heat and ran them lower to gently caress the engorged flesh of Maggie’s arousal lightly. She could feel Maggie’s hips starting to lightly thrust against her hand. “Turn over.” She repeated in a husky voice.

Beth had to pull her hand away while Maggie complied. That was all she was getting, compliance. She needed more than that. She wanted an active lover. She could see that Maggie was keeping her eyes closed. This was so wrong, she should stop, Maggie obviously wasn’t ready, in spite of the way her body responded to Beth’s touch. She should stop, but she couldn’t. Beth pulled her t-shirt off, she needed to feel that fur against her skin. She hadn’t bothered with a bra, so she was naked from the waist up. In another moment she was completely naked. While she was getting undressed she didn’t take her eyes off of Maggie. The mutate was keeping her eyes closed… why?

Beth moved closer and touched Maggie’s breast. Maggie jumped a little at the contact, but then relaxed. Her fingers found the nipples that she couldn’t see. She gently rubbed them between her fingers, feeling them get harder.

Maggie moaned softly at the feeling of her nipples being touched. She felt the bed shift as Beth moved between her open legs. She shouldn’t do this, shouldn’t allow this, but instead of stopping her husband’s sister, her hips rose up in a silent plea. Touch me… Maggie’s body cried out silently, but still she wouldn’t ask out loud.

She felt Beth crawling up her body, pressing down onto her. The gentle thrusting of Beth’s hips into her made her breath catch in her throat.

Beth moaned. Maggie felt so good against her skin. The soft fur caressing her like she’d imagine it would. She thrust against Maggie’s naked body with her own. It was for Maggie’s pleasure, because this position did little to alleviate her own ache. She whispered into Maggie’s ear, blowing her hot breath over the large pointed ears on purpose, “You are so soft… It feels so good.” Finally… finally Maggie responded. Beth felt arms circle around her holding her tightly. The sudden loud purring sound rumbling in Maggie’s chest startled Beth for a moment, and she tried to pull away before she realized what it was. A slight smirk came to her face as she snuggled down into Maggie and leaned in to kiss Maggie hungrily. It took a moment, but Maggie started to kiss her back.

Beth slid her body over so that one thigh rested against Maggie’s sex, and Maggie’s thigh rested between her own legs. “Oh God…” She gasped out at the feel of the fur rubbing against her wet sex. Her back hunched a little and she started to rub against Maggie faster.

Maggie was shocked at the pleasure she was feeling. This didn’t seem like something that would feel this good. When she’d started purring she’d been embarrassed, but Beth seemed to like it. Beth seemed to really like the fur too. She could feel that Beth was trying to rub up against her body, Beth’s hands petted her while Beth’s thigh started to pound into her more roughly. “Beth…” Maggie called out breathlessly as she started to feel the heat between her legs growing, and the beginnings of the tightening, the tensing, that preceded release.

Beth was surprised to hear Maggie speak. She hadn’t said anything since Beth had started her seduction. She looked up and could see Maggie’s eyes closed tightly and the tenseness of her jaw. She was ready, Beth could feel the body underneath her was taunt with need. She pulled back, denying herself the pleasure of Maggie’s body for a moment so that she could take her hand and press firmly against Maggie’s sex. She could feel the wetness and heat of her. It was easy to find the center of her and Beth thrust her fingers in while rubbing hard circles over Maggie’s clitoris. “Come on… Come for me…” Beth’s voice was a bit of a growl. She’d never been like this with other lovers… but she’d never been with someone so clearly submissive before. It was pulling the dominant side of her out. She could feel Maggie’s body grasping at her as Maggie arched her back off the bed with a howl. She watched as Maggie slowly fell back to the bed, and then pulled her fingers out of her. She stared in hunger at the sated mutate. “Now I need.” She was going to have to demand that Maggie reciprocate, because the woman just wasn’t doing it on her own. Her voice held the clear ring of authority.

Maggie opened her eyes and stared at Beth. She was going to have to touch… a woman. It wouldn’t be fair to not do it. Not after what Beth had done, she’d allowed it. Oh God, if her mother was still alive… Maggie felt a wave of shame. She was nervous, and upset with the wave of arousal the thought of touching Beth caused. She wasn’t gay! What was she doing?! In spite of her doubts she moved to roll off the bed, giving Beth a place to lay.

“Yes… Oh God… Yes!” Beth gripped her hands in Maggie’s long hair and held her in place. Maggie was laying on the bed, and Beth had lowered her sex to Maggie’s mouth, which was proving to be quite talented. They had been going for hours, and Beth still didn’t feel like she’d had enough. “Yes… suck it… suck it…” Beth growled out as the sun started to come over the horizon. Maggie tried to pull away, but Beth’s hands were holding her still. “NO… I need…” When the sucking and licking stopped Beth lowered herself further to increase the contact… she was so close! Finally Maggie resumed, and Beth’s body spasmed as the mutate’s skilled tongue brought her to yet another release. When she moved to get off of Maggie and kiss her, she was alarmed to see tears in Maggie’s eyes.

Beth’s Chapter 2 – Day After

"Maggie? Maggie, what's wrong?" Beth stared helplessly as the tears fell down Maggie's face. Maggie seemed to be curling up onto herself, and Beth felt a growing horror as Maggie's body took on a fetal position. She sat back down on the bed and went to place a comforting hand on Maggie's back.

"Don't Touch Me!" Maggie managed to hiss out between her quiet sobs. She didn't want to be touched. She'd cheated on Derek… why? When she'd finally come to her senses she'd tried to stop. She'd tried, but Beth had pressed herself down so hard that Maggie had to either give in or suffocate. God, she felt so dirty, so used. She'd lived on the streets as a human for a while, and she'd never given in to the men that offered her money, food, shelter… if she became a whore.

Beth pulled her hand back quickly, as her eyes widened. "Maggie… what?" She'd made love to this woman all night, for hours, and now Maggie was acting like it had all been… no. Beth started to shake her head in denial… no. Now she remembered Maggie's closed eyes, and her own doubts. She remembered the reluctant way that Maggie had reciprocated… and that horrible moment when Beth had held Maggie still. Her hand moved slowly to cover her mouth as she stared at the sobbing naked woman on her bed. "Oh God… what have I done?" Beth whispered out in shock.

It was like her words catapulted Maggie into action. The female got up and moved quickly to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Beth stared at the closed bathroom door without blinking. She could hear Maggie crying, and she just couldn't make herself go to her. Tear tracks adorned Beth's face as well. She'd seduced her sister in law… and when that hadn't been enough… a whimper came out of Beth's throat. She'd held the mutate down, had used her… God, was that rape?! She didn’t know why Maggie had suddenly changed her mind about it at that really bad moment, but her response to that… had been really bad. She hadn't let Maggie pull away.

No amount of apologizing seemed to be able to make Maggie stop crying after that. Beth had begged, pleaded at the closed door, but Maggie wasn't letting her in. Beth got dressed mechanically and went to put the wash into the dryer. Maggie would want her clothes back. She turned the machine on and stared at it, unseeing. Maggie couldn't leave during the day… and it was obvious that the woman didn't want to see or talk to Beth.

Beth took a deep breath, and could already feel her face paling as she started to dial. She needed help. Maggie needed help. She was going to have to admit to what she'd done. Derek was out of the question, she couldn't tell him. He'd try to come here now, and might attack her. While she felt that was completely justified, she didn't want to get hurt. When her mother didn't answer her cell phone she sat limply down on the couch. She felt compelled to leave a message, but her voice worried her. Her mother would easily hear that something was very wrong, "Mom, hope you and Maria had fun. I… Mom, I need you to call me." She hung up with a sigh. It could be hours before those two woke up. Mom thought she was being so secretive… but they all knew what was going on.

Beth had to go through the deep breath, and the preparing herself mentally all over again to try another call. When Elisa also didn't answer Beth pulled her legs up onto the couch and wrapped her arms around them, hugging herself desperately. She needed her sister. Tears started down her cheeks again. Elisa would know what to do. The more time she had to think, the more she was convinced that she had indeed raped Maggie.

Beth moved around the house slowly, and methodically shutting all the blinds so that Maggie could walk around if she wanted to. She made sure that all the doors were locked as well. She then went into the kitchen, and stared around the place, wondering if Maggie was hungry. The thought of eating made her sick, which made her angry at herself again, "She's not gonna want me to cook breakfast after that." That was a lover's ritual, making your partner breakfast after the night. It would be perverse to try and do that now.

Beth stood awkwardly in front of the bathroom door. The sobs seemed to have died down a bit. "I closed up the place, so you can move around." She spoke just loud enough for it to carry through the door. There was only silence in response. "There is food in the fridge." Beth shuffled from foot to foot nervously, wishing that Maggie would just say something. "I'll leave. I'll just leave, would you like that?" Beth's voice took on a very strong pleading quality. "Please just say something!"

"I don't want to talk to you right now." Maggie's tearful voice both ripped out Beth's heart and made her release her breath in relief. Maggie wasn't doing anything drastic in there. Thoughts of razors had haunted Beth as the silence had gone on too long.

Beth's voice was tearful as well, "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that to you." It was what she'd been saying for a little over an hour now. Beth sighed and spoke more quietly, "I'm just gonna go. You won't need to see me. Your clothes are in the dryer."

Maggie sat in the corner of the bathroom, staring at the door, and wishing that she could talk with Beth. Not everything had been horrible… and that was a problem as well. Derek… she loved him. They were trying to have kids. How could she have done this? Of course Beth would be confused, she'd been with her all night… but when she'd tried to stop, she'd really wanted to stop. Beth had… used her, and that made her feel… Maggie took a deep breath, but all she did was listen as Beth left, and closed the bedroom door behind her.

Beth was very quiet for the entire cab ride. Elisa had to be home, so she was going to her sister's. If she wasn't there, she had a spare key. She needed a place to stay. She didn't think she could go back home, because whenever she looked at that bed she remembered Maggie's tearful face.

She knocked on Elisa's door and then moved to hug herself with her own arms. She was not looking forward to telling her sister what she'd done. Her body began to shake a little as she heard Elisa unlocking the door. The tears started to travel down her face as well. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, but it was useless, because as soon as Elisa opened the door, Beth burst into tears.

Beth took another shaky drink of the water Elisa had gotten her. She hadn't really told Elisa anything yet. She was finally calming down enough to talk. Elisa was wearing her bathrobe, and Beth realized that she'd woken her sister up pretty early for the night working detective. Something about the closed bedroom door also bothered her.

Elisa's voice was soothing as she took the glass from Beth's hands, "So you want to tell me what happened?"

Beth clasped her hands together and stared down at the coffee table. "I had sex with Maggie." She whispered, her voice cracking.

Elisa stared at her sister with wide eyes. "You what?!"

Elisa felt bad for raising her voice when she saw Beth flinch like she'd been hit. "Maggie and I…" Beth took a shuddering breath and went quiet. Elisa suddenly suspected that she wasn't the only one with a spell on her last night. "She wont even talk to me or look at me. She locked herself in the bathroom." Beth's voice got even quieter and Elisa had to strain to hear it. "I didn't stop when she wanted to… I didn't even notice she wasn't…" The tears started again, and Elisa stared in shock for a moment before sitting down beside Beth and pulling her into a hug.

There was a noise from the bedroom and Beth glanced at the closed door and then back at Elisa. "You aren't alone? I'm sorry." She should just leave, and not screw up whatever Elisa had going on.

"No, stay." Elisa sounded really concerned for her. Beth leaned on Elisa more and sat quietly. She had no idea of what to do now.

Elisa slipped into the bedroom to change, and Beth would have thought it was strange how Elisa did that while trying to keep the door as closed as possible, but she was too busy staring at her own clasped hands.

Elisa drove them both towards the Eyrie building. "I think that a spell was cast… that made you do that." Elisa spoke quietly while glancing over at her sister briefly.

Beth's voice was depressed, more depressed than Elisa had ever heard it, "Yeah, right…"

Elisa took a deep breath, "I… I know a spell was placed on me last night." Her own cheeks started to blush at the memory of how she'd spent her evening. "It sounds like the same spell was on you… and I know just the man to ask about it."

Beth looked over at Elisa. The anger in her sister's voice managed to shake her out of her own self-recriminations. "You… you?" Her eyes blinked in surprise.

Beth watched the blush on Elisa's face, "I was with a woman last night. She's still in my bedroom." There was a moment of awkward silence as Beth really couldn't think of what to say to that. "I know it was a spell, I saw the magic." Elisa added quietly.

They stepped out of the elevator and Beth could only follow helplessly as Elisa marched down the hall. Her sister moved stiffly, as if she was just barely not managing to hit something. They ended up in the dining room, where Fox, Xanatos, Alexander and Owen were finishing breakfast.

"Well, detective… it is rare to see you this early in the day." Xanatos smiled at Elisa, and Beth could swear by his smirk that he knew something.

Elisa turned her eyes to Owen, completely ignoring Xanatos' comment. "I need to talk to you in private." Beth could see the shock on everyone's face as Elisa hissed angrily at the blonde man.

Beth stood awkwardly in the dining room while watching Owen lead Elisa off to talk. She glanced at the other people in the room after that. Fox was still dressed in her bathrobe and Beth guiltily looked away. She could see Xanatos was giving her a measuring look, so she avoided his eyes as well. Alexander seemed happy to continue eating his food. "I'm just gonna go outside." Beth said quietly and turned to leave.

"Do you know what this is about?" Xanatos asked before she could leave. "Why would the detective be pulling Owen out of the room?"

Beth's head drooped a bit more. "I'm gonna go outside." She spoke more quietly, and didn't see the look of concern on Fox's face, or the studying gaze Xanatos was giving her.

Beth had her arms wrapped around her. Her jacket didn't seem to be doing much to keep out the cold fall air. She stared at the sleeping gargoyles. When she heard feet shuffling behind her the glanced around, hoping that it was Elisa and that they could go. It wasn't.

"It's a little too cold out here to stay out this long." Fox said gently as she stepped closer. She'd taken the time to get dressed, but her hair was still a bit wild. Beth glanced at her watch. She'd been out here 45 minutes and hadn't even realized that the time had gone by. "Why don't you come in?"

Beth sighed and glanced at the empty space that should have a gargoyle. "Where's Angela?"

"Owen said she called. She's spending the day somewhere else." Fox moved closer, and the compassion and guilt in her eyes startled Beth. She'd never seen the redhead like this. "It was a spell… but it wasn't supposed to do that." Fox spoke quietly while staring down at the stone floor. Beth's eyes widened as she realized that someone else knew what she'd done. How could Elisa go telling people about that! "I was learning a new spell. It didn't work… I had no idea…" Beth could hear the tears in Fox's voice, and she looked up to see them traveling down the redhead's pale cheeks.

"A spell did this?" Beth spoke quietly, in shock. She took a menacing step towards Fox, her eyes staring at the woman hugging the jacket around her lithe frame. Beth's voice grew in volume and aggression. "I RAPED her! I raped my sister in law, and your telling me this was some sort of fucking spell!" Fox looked like Beth had just slapped her, but Beth didn't stop with her accusations. "How the hell am I suppose to face my brother? How am I ever gonna make this up to her?!" Beth did slap her now. The sound of the contact was like a shot, ringing loudly even in the outside air. Fox just held her face to the side, where it had stopped from the force of the slap, without reaching up to touch the reddening cheek. Beth stared at her, feeling an irresistible urge to hit her again. She turned angrily and marched for the doorway. "Tell Elisa I left." She hissed out.

Beth got out at the house. She stepped around the smashed pumpkin on the sidewalk and slowly marched up to the porch. She felt like she was walking into battle as she unlocked the front door. Her heart was pounding, her hands were shaking, and she felt weak, and terrified. Once she was inside she couldn't hear any evidence of anyone else in the house. She started to worry that Maggie had risked being seen in order to leave the house. She didn't want the woman to get hurt… anymore than she had been.

She quietly moved through the downstairs, and no one was home. Even her mother hadn't come home yet. She then went up the stairs, hoping that Maggie hadn't spent all this time locked in the bathroom. The bathroom was open and Maggie wasn't in it. Beth took a moment to stare at the crumpled up sheets on her bed, before taking a deep breath to brace herself to check the rest of the house.

Derek's old bedroom was down the hall from hers, and she found the door closed. Beth slowly cracked open the door, to see Maggie lying on his bed, clinging a pillow to her chest as she slept. She had dressed again. Beth just stood in the doorway staring at her. Maggie looked so vulnerable, so innocent in her sleep. Beth felt her heart breaking all over again, at the knowledge that she'd put those tears on Maggie's cheeks. That she'd torn at Maggie's innocence. She'd love to blame the spell, but she knew deep down that things would never be okay between them again. It didn't matter how it happened… just that it did.

Beth closed the door quietly, so that Maggie could get her rest. She had hoped to explain, to tell Maggie that it wasn't Beth's fault… but all of those excuses died on her lips when she saw Maggie again. Beth moved back to her own bedroom. She mechanically straightened up the bed. The crumpled sheets made her feel too guilty. Then she pulled out all of her luggage from the closet and packed.

Before Beth left to get in the waiting cab, she placed the letter on her bed. The envelope held a shakily scrawled "Maggie" on it. It was her last apology. She was going to leave, go back to her own home, and hope that one day Maggie would see fit to forgive her.