[i]Blood magic. Ugh, really? At least we don't have to sign away our souls...[/i] Rebecca rolled her eyes at the idea of drinking her own blood. Sure, she'd sacrificed a drop or two to open a way to the afterlife before, but this just felt a little [i]too[/i] macabre. And that was saying a lot for Little Miss Death Magic. She looked back at the rest of the witchlings. At her family. At her friends. 

She stabbed her palm, letting a trickle of red fluid slide into the cup. [color=E800BC] "Over the lips and over the gums, look out stomach, here it comes." [/color] The redhead downed the drink in one gulp and saw... well, she wasn't sure what the hell she saw. Flames, great castles, various kinds of entities that twisted her mind. A vision of the world beyond, perhaps? Finally, after what seemed like years, she came to face down and half drowned in the lake. Sputtering, she hauled herself out of the drink, her robe absolutely ruined beyond all hope of repair by pond scum. [color=E800BC] "Um... I think that could have gone better, couldn't it?" [/color] she quipped, her face the same tomato-colored shade of her hair. But she was a witch, she was a [i]sister[/i], and nobody could ever take that away from her.