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Abby wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but Channie was desperate. She’d take all the help she could get.

“…It’s her firm, perky breasts, tiny waist and soft round hips you need to worry about. Y’all should try to find a way to fatten her up. I ain’t had so much as one fella pinch my ass since I put on so much weight.”
 

Channie glared at Abby, then shifted her gaze to Daddy. He stared right back at her — calm, focused and unblinking — like a bobcat stalking a robin. Channie refused to break eye-contact. It was dangerous to challenge Daddy, but she refused to give up without a fight. “I have a brain. I’m not going to let some pretty-boy sweet-talk his way into my pants!”
 

Abby scraped the bottom of the ceramic crock with her spoon, setting Channie’s teeth on edge. “Oh, believe me, ‘lil sis. They don’t do it by talking. It’s their hands you need to watch out for. Well, that and their—”

Abby's mouth slammed shut, her face turned purple and her eyes looked like they were about to pop clean out of her head. Momma’s no-speak spell wouldn’t last much longer, but it might be Channie’s only opportunity to get out of this mess. She took advantage of the distraction and used every bit of energy in her power-well in a desperate attempt to enchant Momma while her shield was down.
 

Daddy repelled Channie’s magic with so much force it knocked her on her butt. She expected him to come after her with his belt for trying to use strong magic on Momma, but he just put a hand on Momma’s knee and gave it a little shake. “That girl’s too smart for her own good. If we’re not careful, she’ll twist our good intentions into something else entirely. Her new name has to be specific so it will work exactly the way we want it to. We need to think of something better than Purity.”

Purity? That’s what they’d planned to name her? Purity? Losing Enchantment was bad enough, but if they saddled her with a name like Purity and sent her off to public school with a bunch of Empties that didn’t understand the purpose of a power-name, they might as well just put a bullet through her brain right now and end her misery.
   

Momma said, “If you have any better ideas, let’s hear ‘em.”

“Well … how about Ugly. Or Repulsive?”

Momma brushed Daddy’s hand off her knee. “Do you want her to be an outcast?”

Daddy leaned back and folded his arms across his chest. “Better an outcast than an unwed mother.”

“We agreed on Purity. There’s no better name to keep her chaste.”

“What about Chastity?”

Channie cringed, waiting for Momma to curse Daddy for cracking a dirty joke.
 

But Momma just nodded her head and said, “Perfect.”

“What? No! You can’t name me Chastity — not when our last name is Belks!”
 

~***~

Daddy stood up and wrapped his arms around Channie. “We know this is hard for you, baby girl. But you’ll thank us someday when you’re happily married to a powerful mage.”
 

With no warning at all, Daddy trapped Channie inside his circle of power. Tears spilled out of her eyes and ran down her cheeks. “Please, Daddy. I’ll be good. I promise. I won’t flirt with boys no more. I won’t even talk to ‘em. Just … please … don’t do this. Don't change my name.”
 

Momma added her energy to the spell, put her hands on Channie’s shoulders and began to chant …
 

“Child of power, child of light,
 

We now assert a parent’s right.
 

The name of power once bestowed,

We now revoke ‘till you’re betrothed.”
 

Adding the power of words to a spell’s energy was serious business, especially words that rhymed. It was ancient magic reserved for bindings like marriages, treaties between clans, death pledges and … namings. An intense buzz assaulted Channie’s ears as power sparked and crackled all around her. This was no ordinary magic.
 

The stench of burnt onions filled Channie’s nose and throat. Momma and Daddy weren’t just changing her name — they were
cursing
her.

Channie squeezed her eyes shut and whispered, “My name is Enchantment. My name is Enchantment.” She didn’t know what good it would do against the dark magic Momma and Daddy were wielding — especially since she couldn’t think of an appropriate word that rhymed with Enchantment to empower the counter-spell — but she had to try.

Channie sobbed as Chastity’s raw, ugly power forced its way into her soul — digging, tearing and ripping apart everything that resisted. It shoved what remained of Enchantment’s magic out of Channie’s power-well and took control.
 

Beneath the grief and the pain, a new emotion emerged. Channie had been upset before, annoyed, hurt, irritated … even angry — but she’d never felt rage. Not until this moment. Her blood boiled and scorched her veins as it purged the illusions of happiness from her mind. All her life Channie had been drifting … floating in a dream of quiet contentment … sedated and seduced by Enchantment’s gentle magic. But she was awake now. With each beat of her pounding heart, she became more enraged, more determined and more aware of her own free will.

A part of Enchantment’s power survived and fled into Channie’s heart-of-hearts where even she couldn’t find it.
 

The ancient magic released Channie the moment Momma stopped chanting. Her fury dissipated, leaving her drained and weak. Chastity was now centered behind her navel in her power-well, quiet, dormant and waiting.
 

Without the distraction of rage, the pain of Enchantment’s loss overwhelmed Channie, leaving her bereft … as if someone she dearly loved had just died.

~***~

As soon as everyone else was asleep, Channie crawled out from under her quilt and opened her window. A blast of cold air would have made her eyes water if she hadn’t already cried herself dry. It was late August, but it felt more like the middle of November. She tried to cast a warmth spell on herself, but Chastity’s magic didn’t respond. It was still dormant.

She removed the window screen and shoved it in the back of her closet then grabbed a blanket and climbed onto the roof.
 

Channie refused to walk into a strange high school tomorrow morning full of even stranger kids unprotected. Her new power-name,
her curse
, was designed with one purpose in mind, so to activate it — she needed to find a boy.

There was a 7-Eleven store about half a mile from the house, there might be some boys hanging out or even working there.
 

Channie couldn’t believe she was thinking about sneaking out in the middle of the night. This was something Abby would do, not Channie. Enchantment’s magic would never let her do something so rebellious, so risky so …
wicked
. But she wasn’t Enchantment anymore. Chastity wasn’t active yet, so she was just … what? Just plain old Channie.
 

Well, plain old Channie didn’t need Chastity’s power to make a decision or get mad. And she wasn’t just mad, she was furious. What sort of parents destroyed a perfectly good name and cursed their own child? How could they leave her defenseless? Had they forgotten the Veyjivik Clan’s vow to kill them?

Channie tossed her blanket back in her room, scampered down the fake, but convenient, rocks on the front of the house and opened the side garage door to get her bike. She changed her mind about going to
 
7-Eleven when she heard male voices coming from the park next door. She couldn’t understand what they were saying, but they sounded friendly enough.
 

 
She put her bike back in the garage and followed the crushed gravel path that led from her front yard into Heritage Park.

The three-quarter moon peeked out from behind a cloud and revealed two masculine silhouettes. The boys were inside the pavilion, sitting on top of a picnic table. One of them was smoking a cigarette. When Channie stepped out of the shadows, he elbowed the other boy. They stopped talking and stared at her. She froze, unsure of how to proceed without Enchantment’s natural charm.
 

A wave of lust from the boys jolted her new power-name out of hibernation.
 

A prickly sensation, like cockleburs, ran under her skin. But at least she could read the boy’s energy fields now. Curiosity mixed with a fair amount of lust, nothing unusual about that.

Channie had assumed that her new power-name would repel boys, or make them repulsive to her. Instead, Chastity’s magic was attracted to their lustful energy and grew stronger as it fed off their carnal desires. Momma and Daddy must have messed up the spell when they changed her name.
 

She said, “Hey guys,” then coughed and fanned the air, frowning at Cigarette Boy. He tossed the nasty thing onto the ground and snuffed it out with the toe of his canvas shoe.
 

The skinny, non-smoking boy smiled at her and said, “I haven’t seen you around here before. Are you new?”

Channie licked her dry lips and nodded. What was wrong with her? She wasn’t shy. Or was she? She didn’t know who she was without Enchantment’s magic.

Cigarette Boy leaned towards her and ran his gaze up and down her body. The level of lust in the air doubled and flowed into Chastity’s power-well. He smirked at her and said, “What’s the matter, can’t you talk?”

Channie started to take a step back, but didn’t want him to think she was easily intimidated. She was fairly certain she could tap into Chastity’s power to defend herself if he proved dangerous, but she didn’t want to test that theory without a little more practice. So, she projected a level of confidence she did not feel and said, “I can talk just fine. When I have something to say.”

Cigarette Boy elbowed his friend in the ribs. “Dude, did you hear that accent?” He hugged his chest, copying Channie’s posture and pitched his voice up high to mock her. “Aw kin tawk juz fiiiine whin ah have sumthin’ to say.”

“Jeeze, Eric.” The skinny boy shoved Eric’s shoulder. “You’re such an ass.” He looked at Channie and smiled. “I apologize for this idiot. He has no social skills whatsoever. That’s why we only let him out at night.”

“It’s okay. I can handle it. But thanks.” Channie pulled a small amount of Chastity’s power to the surface and tried to send the obnoxious Eric away using persuasive magic instead of an actual spell. He didn’t want to go.
 

Channie narrowed her eyes and pushed a little more magic at him. Instead of flowing out of her power-well in a gentle stream the way Enchantment’s energy would have, it shot out of her with a sudden burst of power.
 

Folks rarely noticed when Channie used pursuasive magic on them, and even when they did, they didn’t usually care. Enchantment’s energy was positive and soothing. Chastity’s was not. Eric yelped and hopped off the metal table. He looked at his friend and said, “Did you feel that?”

“Feel what?”

“Something shocked me. There must be a short in the wiring.”

“What wiring? The table’s not wired.”

“Well, something sure as hell zapped me.”

Channie stepped into the shadows to hide her involuntary smirk. This was fun. She zapped him again.

Eric twitched and swore. “Come on! You had to feel it that time.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. What the hell have you been smoking?”

Eric suggested his friend do some inappropriate things to himself then trotted down the path towards the parking lot. Channie waited for him to drive away then took a small step towards the skinny boy on the picnic table. He watched her but didn’t say a word. She read his energy field again and was surprised to find anxiety had replaced his lust.
 

She could try to encourage him by flirting, but that could take all night. Come-hither spells were illegal, but this boy was an Empty and didn’t know that. Besides, who was he going to tell?
 

Channie held her breath and used a small amount of Chastity’s power to cast what she hoped was a weak spell.

The boy hopped off the picnic table and closed the distance between them in two strides. He was tall — much taller than she’d thought. He was also stronger than he looked. He grabbed Channie with one hand, digging his fingers into her side then slid his other hand to the middle of her back. He pulled her close and crushed his mouth against hers — taking her completely by surprise.
 

Her first instinct was to curse him and run away, but that would defeat the purpose of the experiment. She wanted to know what Chastity would do on its own.
 

Her second instinct, the one she obeyed, was to kiss him back. He tasted like spearmint and honey. Magic pulsed out of her without warning.
 

The boy jerked his head up and shoved her away from his body. He pushed his hair off his forehead with both hands and gaped at her. “What the hell?”

 
Tears pricked the back of Channie’s eyelids. This was not how she’d imagined her first kiss. She knew it was selfish to focus on her own disappointment when the poor boy was so obviously confused and frightened — but how could she reassure him with Chastity’s magic buzzing like a swarm of hornets and the stench of burn onions stinging her eyes?

Channie blinked in an effort to hide her tears, but they leaked out of the corner of her eyes and slid down her cheeks.

The boy opened his mouth as if to speak, but then slammed it shut and shook his head. He held his elbows close to his body, lifted his hands, palms up and shrugged his shoulders as he backed away from her. He leaned over, grabbed a bicycle off the ground then raced away, disappearing into the shadows before Channie could apologize.
 

~***~

Channie couldn’t believe how deeply the boy’s rejection wounded her. She kept herself under control until she climbed back onto the roof, then gave in to her tears.

Her bedroom window slid open with a gritty squeak. Channie whirled around and was instantly blinded by a shaft of light. She would have tumbled off the roof if Abby hadn’t grabbed her arm.

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