John Binx leads the teens through the Salem cemetery. He felt so guilty for doing this without telling the brothers, but he knew his brother would fill them in. He also knew that these idiots wouldn't stay to hear the witch's side of the story. He was their only hope to right history.

"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, wait. This is a graveyard."

John shook his head. "It's hallowed ground. Witches can't set foot here." The lie burned on its way out of the cat's mouth. But it wasn't a complete lie, the witch's with wicked intent couldn't walk on hallowed ground. But the Sanderson witches weren't witches with wicked intent.

Roman glanced at Emile and Patton and noticed their shocked looks. "Yeah, he talks."

"Follow me." John ran further into the graveyard. "I want to show you something. Give you an idea as to what you're dealing with."  John hopped up on top of a gravestone.

Emile peered closer at the stone. "Eli Butcherson? Lost Soul?"

"He was said to be Logan's lover, but he found him with his brother Virgil and so he poisoned him and sewed his mouth shut. That way, even in death, he couldn't tell his secrets."

Patton frowned. "That doesn't sound very nice."

John fixed his cat eyes on the bubbly teen.

"It might not be true.." He started cautiously. "I've also heard that Logan was upset with how Eli treated his brothers and spread rumors on them about how they were witches. Put their lives at risk. I've also heard he was a bad man..and that the witches wanted to protect the town."

"You're Jonathan Binx."

John blinked and moved his attention to Emile. "Yes."

"So the legends are true," Patton said, voice barely a whisper.

John's ears twitched in irritation. "Depends on what the legends say." Hopping off the tombstone, he moved towards a different gravestone. "Come along, there's something else I want to show you."

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"Teenagers again," One of the firefighters said as he followed his fellow firefighter away from the Sanderson Cottage. "I hate Halloween."

"Worst night of the year," another firefighter agreed.  

The brothers stayed in their places hidden in the bushes as they waited for the firefighters to leave. "Who are they?" Virgil asked.

"Boys!"

"Witch hunters!" Logan exclaimed with disgust. "Observe, they wear black robes and carry axes to chop wood to burn us."

Virgil shrunk back and the black cat sitting in front of them hopped up into his lap, kneading on Virgil's skirts. Virgil reached a pale hand out to scratch behind Binx's ears. Binx let out a purr in an attempt to calm Virgil down.

"Okay, let's make one thing clear," Logan started as he picked himself off the ground, Remy and Virgil following his lead. "The magic that brought us back only works tonight, All Hallow's Eve. We turn to dust when the sun comes up." Virgil held Binx tighter as he listened to Logan's words. "Fortunately, there's a spell in my book that will help us. Without that spell, there is one other way for us to survive but that's impossible. We can't rewrite history in one night."

"What is it?" Virgil asked.

"We have to convince three people of our innocence. One for each of us. Dost thou comprehend?"

Virgil gulped. Binx turned back to the other witches. "John and I decided to split. He will slowly introduce them to the idea that you guys aren't bad, I think, by the end of the night, we will have three people convinced of your innocence."

Logan blinked. Then tears blurred his vision. "You've grown so smart! I'm so proud!" Binx rolled his eyes. Logan whipped the tears away. "Come, we must fly." The three witches returned inside the house to grab their brooms. And then they were off, Binx riding with Virgil to go get the book back.

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John sat down by a gravestone. The words on the stone read Thackeray Binx. "My brother almost lost his life due to my prejudices. Instead, three innocent lives ended due to my foolishness. So I decided to right my wrong once Logan and his brothers returned. My brother decided to help me." John sighed. "I've guarded the house on All Hallow's Night for over 300 years while I waited for an airheaded virgin to light the candle."

"Nice going, airhead," Emile joked.  

Roman huffed, frustrated. "I'm sorry! Okay? But these are three witches from the 17th century versus the 21st century, how bad can it be?"

Laughter startled the three teens and they whirled around to see the three witches on their broomsticks. "Oh don't worry, Princey. It’s just a bunch of hocus pocus." The three teens on the ground moved closer together. Remy flew closer to Virgil and whispered something in his ear making Virgil smirk. The three witches flew around the group and surrounded them. Virgil leaned forward and gave a sultry smile to Roman, his skirt fluttering in the wind. "Brave little virgin who lit the candle. I'll be thy friend.”

Logan groaned at his brothers' attempts to tease and fluster the overdramatic man. Roman's face turned rosy red. His thoughts running wild.

"They can't touch us here, right?" Emile asked. John stayed silent. Logan whispered a spell and the book began to float up towards Logan.

"The book!" Roman shrieked. He raced forward to try and get a hold of the book only to stumble.

Logan's concentration dropped as suddenly, the ground near a gravestone began to crumble as a body pushed its way out of its grave. Roman stared in frozen horror as a zombie stood in front of his tombstone.

"Eli," Logan whispered, horrorstruck. The zombie before them had a face half covered in scales, his dark magic having taken over his corpse in death as it waited for its master to return. His mouth was sewn shut before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife to cut through the thread holding his lips together.

Virgil stiffened and moved closer to Roman and the other teens without them noticing, trying to keep himself as close as possible in the case of the wicked zombie witch lunging towards the teens.

Remy frowned. "Eli, it seems you are back."

Eli grinned wickedly. "Yes, it seems so. It makes sense. I used the same spell as you guys, except I come back when you come back. " Logan flew closer to Patton, ready to yank him up onto his broom in case of emergency.

"You bastard!" Virgil growled.

Eli's eyes glinted as he turned his attention to Virgil. "Ah, nice you see you. Remember when you found me sucking the lives out of children and then ran to tell your brother?" Logan found himself burning with anger. "Then remember how that backfired and I told the town you were witches before you caught me and poisoned me? Yeah, that was so much fun."

Patton, Emile, and Roman stood stock still, caught in a crossfire between what seemed to be not three, but four witches. Roman looked between his friends and the witches. Then he looked between the three witches and the zombie witch. He looked back at his friends, catching their attention. They had a silent conversation through their eyes. Roman couldn't believe what they were about to do. He looked back and forth between the four witches. Then he nodded towards his friends. The three friends took a step back, closer to the Sanderson Brothers.

Eli suddenly turned towards the three teens. "And who might these charming young life donors be?"

Roman's eyes widened and he stood taller in front of his friends in an attempt to protect them. The three Sandersons brothers began speaking to each other through their telekinetic contention. Coming to an agreement in record time, the three witches reached down and yanked one of the teens up onto their broomsticks using strength enhancement magic. The three teens yelped in sync and the witches turned their brooms and zoomed off, out towards the cemetery gates with Eli's vicious laughter ringing in their ears.

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"Let me down!" Roman cried out with annoyance as the witches came to a stop a foot above the sidewalk. The three witches helped the teens off their broomsticks before climbing off themselves.

"I'm so sorry you were dragged into this. You should go home and lock your doors," Virgil suggested.  

The three teens shared an unsure glance before looking back at the three witches who had already formed a circle talking in urgent whispers. The two black cats sat in the middle of the circle talking to each other before talking to the witches. The friends felt extremely out of the loop.

Patton bit his lip before stepping forward tentatively. "Excuse me?" The witches and cats all turned back to them in surprise, almost as if they didn't expect them to still be there. Patton gulped nervously. "I'm sorry to interpret, I just wanted to know if you could tell us what was going on." The three witches shared a glance.

"We'd have to get away from here first," Remy said.  

"Where would we go?" Emile asked, slightly suspicious.

"Well," Virgil started. "Our house is safe, isn't the charm still working?"

Logan bit his lip. "Yeah. But should we even be worried? After all, he's stuck on his grave."

Virgil shook his head. "But he's powerful, we can't just brush that off."

The three witches looked back at the other three teens. "Would you be willing to come back to our home to discuss this?" Logan asked.

Patton blinked and looked between Roman and Emile. "Uhh, so long as we don't have to ride on those broomsticks again."

Remy chuckled. "Yeah, if you're not used to flying it can really be sickening."

The three witches jumped as a horn honked with the arrival of a bus as it pulled up beside them. The door opened and a man inside spared a glance at the teens before looking at the witches. "Bobo, bobo, I'm in trouble."

Logan inspected the bus closely while Remy raised an eyebrow. Virgil, however, was pressed against the gates to the cemetery staring with wide eyes, the fear of the unknown, making his heart beat rapidly. Roman found the action quite endearing, to say the least.

"Tell me, what is this contraption?"

"I call it a bus," the driver said.

"A bus? Interesting."

Patton bit his lip before stepping forward and taking him by the arm. "It takes us places. Kind of like you're broom expect it stays on the ground."

Logan nodded. "Fascinating." Patton pulled Logan up onto the bus and moved to sit in one of the seats.

Remy glanced at Emile and winked before holding out his hand. Emile flushed darkly before taking Remy's hand and pulling him onto the bus after Logan and Patton. Roman held a finger up to the bus driver. "One moment, please." He then turned back towards Virgil, who was on the verge of a panic attack, his chest heaving. Roman took careful steps forward and held a hand out to Virgil. "Come on, it'll be okay."

Virgil's stunning purple eyes shot towards him and he worked to take deep breaths. Virgil slowly peeled himself from the gates and took a nervous step towards Roman. He slipped his hand into the princely man's open one and Roman offered a soft smile. He slowly leads Virgil up and into the bus to sit down near his brothers. "It's okay. Breathe."

Virgil focused on Roman as he listened to Patton answer Logan's questions of the 21st century and took deep breaths. Roman nodded. "Good, you're doing good." He rubbed soothing circles on Virgil's hand.

Virgil took a deep breath. "Thank you," he whispered as he pulled his hand out of Roman's and twisted his skirt in his hands.

Roman nodded. "You're welcome."

In the back, Emile and Remy sat next to each other, slightly awkward and slightly comfortable. Remy, for all the flirting he does, couldn't think of anything that could possibly entertain the attractive man beside him and Emile was too gay for this. Remy dwindled his thumbs before clearing his throat. "So...it seems things have changed quite a bit since I was last on Earth."

Emile nodded. "Yeah. A lot can happen in 300 years."

Remy nodded. He glanced around, trying to find a suitable topic to bring up. His eyes landed on Emile's costume. "So, what are you wearing?"

Emile blinked and looked down. "Oh! Halloween is a day to dress up and get candy. I'm dressed up as a therapist because ..."

Remy found himself staring at Emile fondly. He could tell the male was soft-hearted with just one look. And his sugary sweet scent only confirmed it. He let out a silent sigh as Emile talked. The fiery passion in the teen’s eyes something Remy found a very admirable trait.

Meanwhile, Logan and Patton sat together, Patton answering any and every question Logan threw his way. One particular topic, Logan found largely interesting. "What's H2O?"

Patton giggled, the stars in Logan's eyes twinkling happily. "It's the chemical formula for water. Two hydrogens and one oxygen."

"What are they?"

"Elements." And so Patton continued to tell Logan as much as he could about science. It was no chore seeing as every time Logan's eyes lit up, Patton found a warmth flush across his cheeks and a satisfying thump in his chest.

As for Roman and Virgil, they stayed silent for the rest of the ride back to the cottage.

Half of their group unsure of what they were facing and the other half nervous and terrified over the possibilities and outcomes to come.