Disclaimer: I wish I owned Children of the Lamp, lol!

Author's Note: Does anyone know if there's gonna be a sixth book? I just finished Eye of the Forest and I really want to know... This takes place a few years after Eye of the Forest, making her 16 or 17, I believe..

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Philippa tossed and turned in her sleep. She was having a really bad feeling about something. A recurring nightmare that never seemed to go away...

It had been years since John and her had stopped McCreeby and Dybbuk from bringing on the world's end. While she had interacted with Virgil a few times after that event, that had been the last time she saw Dybbuk. Every time she thought of him, her heart wrenched, remembering how she couldn't save his good side- How Evil Dybbuk effortlessly crushed the little goodness left inside of him.

Now that she thought about it, it was the fifth anniversary of Buck's death. But why did she care? Why couldn't she get him out of her head? And what was the sick feeling in the pit of her stomach?

All those answers could wait. Philippa had school tomorrow and she needed the well-deserved sleep.

The next day, John and Philippa, both old enough to drive, took their birthday presents, two very nice cars to school. All djinn could make whirlwinds, but the cars were brand new not to mention awesome, to put it lightly. After the whole Eye of the Forest fiasco, the balance between good and evil stayed well managed, so the twins hadn't really help save the world too much. Once they learned about their mother's renouncement of being a djinn, they lived an even more mundane life. It was almost as if they were... normal.

John hopped into his care and took the direct route, through town, whereas Philippa really needed some air, so she went around the traffic. While her route was longer, it was quicker because of traffic. Lack of traffic, that is.

Philippa needed to clear her mind, order her thoughts. When she brought her eyes back to the road, it was too late. Philippa slammed on the brakes and swerved, trying not to hit the cat that had stumbled into the middle of the road. Thankfully, nothing happened to her or the cat, so after taking a few deep breaths, she hopped out of the car and picked up the midnight black feline.

"Here, here, Philippa," a deep voice from behind Philippa rumbled. She turned around sharply as the cat jumped out of her hands and into the hands of the man behind her.

He was clad in a black robe-like trenchcoat that reached his ankles and black slacks. His black hair was shaggy and he wore sunglasses, covering up his eyes. His skin was tanned and he wore signature black cowboy boots.

Philippa looked at him, up and down, brushing her straightened red hair to the side.

"My cat, her name's Philippa," the man motioned to the kitty, who meowed in response. Philippa just stood there, wide-eyed, unsure how to respond to familiar seeming guy. She felt as if she knew him, but just couldn't put her finger on who it could be.

"Who are you?" Philippa whispered.

"You don't remember me?" he taunted in a playful manner.

"Who are you?" she said, her voice hardening.

"Dybbuk," he replied with a smirk.

Philippa's confused expression quickly turned to one of sadness, fear and even a flicker of joy. Her jaw tightened as she tried to keep a mask of emotionlessness.

"Don't look so surprised," Dybbuk sneered. "I know you've been thinking about me," the cat jumped out of his arms and scampered off as Dybbuk made his way towards Philippa. Philippa, who was still standing next to her car. "What kind of person would I be if I didn't give you a nice little visit?" he whispered in her ear.

Philippa jerked away from him, but Dybbuk grabbed her wrist. "Let me go!" she tried to pull away but couldn't.

"Why don't you just use that nice supply of djinn power, babe?" Dybbuk grinned maliciously.

"Don't call me that!" Philippa closed her eyes and focused her djinn power. "-" Philippa fell to her knees, unable to finish. She felt as if some of her life force was being sucked right out of her as she writhed in pain. Dybbuk let go of her wrists and bathed in a warm light inside of him. Even though he was wearing sunglasses, one could see his eyes flashing red.

After a few moments, Dybbuk returned to normal, or as normal as he had been before.

"W-What happened?" Philippa asked breathlessly. She felt helpless and she hated it. She was too weak to even try to contact her brother.

"Nothing," Dybbuk replied simply.

"What did you do?" Philippa's voice was rising. "Y-You took some of my power," she tried to stand up.

"That's the idea," he smiled evilly. He snapped his fingers and all of a sudden, a small spark had found itself in his palm. He blew the small fire out. As the fire went out, so did Philippa. After all the effort she put into standing upright, she fainted. Dybbuk picked her up, fireman style and walked off into the distance.

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"Urgh," Philippa moaned as she aroused. Her eyes slowly opened and she was greeted with unfamiliar surroundings. She was in a basement or a warehouse or something of the sort. She weakly opened her eyes again and took in the foreign area. Her hands were bound to a chair. After a little bit when she regained her strength, she decided it was time to break out.

"!" Philippa yelled.

Nothing happened.

Philippa summoned her inner power and tried again.

"!"

Again, nothing happened.

"I wouldn't keep trying that if I was you," Dybbuk suggested. Philippa ignored him. Dybbuk walked towards her and grabbed her chin roughly. "And I suggest you listen to me."

"Why should I?" Philippa spat. She turned her head.

"Just trust me," Dybbuk softened.

"I remember what happened last time I did that," Philippa narrowed her eyes at him. Dybbuk swallowed; if he was hurt by her comment, he hid it well.

"I hear you djinn like it warm," he turned down the thermostat to 40 degrees.

"You say that like you're not one of us," Philippa countered.

"I'm not," Dybbuk grit his teeth.

"Really, Dybbuk?" Philippa asked.

"Well, not right now, at least," he smirked.

"You're not gonna make me call you Buck?" Philippa pressed.

"Don't. Talk. About. Him." Dybbuk enunciated each word.

Surprisingly, Philippa did as she was asked and kept quiet. Well, sorta.

"Why can't I use my magic here?" she asked.

"There's a djinn binding on this house," Dybbuk responded.

"Then how are you so powerful?" Philippa inquired.

"I told you. I'm not a djinn," Dybbuk surprisingly kept his cool.

"And I've told you. I don't believe you. Dybbuk, I've seen you use djinn power with my own eyes," Philippa sighed.

Dybbuk just shook his head. "You don't get it. Maybe you'll understand later," he mumbled.

"Later?" Philippa asked, somewhat in shock.

"What? You think I'm letting you go that easily?" Dybbuk laughed.

"Just let me go home! And why do want me here anyways?"

"You'll understand. All in due time…"

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"Do you have a Marid girl?" the cloaked shadow asked.

"Yes," Dybbuk grinned. "And a powerful one at that too."

"Will she meet the requirements for the ceremony?" the monk-like man stepped away from the shadows. His hood was still on, concealing his identity.

"Haha, yeah. She's pretty hot too," Dybbuk replied.

"Good… Good…" the hood came off, revealing Iblis Teer. "Soon the world will cower in fear once a new race of djinn evolve. Stronger, more powerful and more evil than ever before," he laughed evilly.

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Philippa bit her lip until it started to bleed. Once Dybbuk returned for some reason, hopefully he'd let her out of the rough ropes that had tied her to the chair. She might not be able to use djinn power, but she'd get a nice stretch.

An hour or so later, Dybbuk returned with a plate of gourmet food. He saw Philippa's bleeding lip, but didn't acknowledge it.

"Eat," he commanded.

"My lip's bleeding. How am I supposed to eat? Not to mention the fact that my hands are tied to the chair!" Philippa exclaimed.

"Always a complainer," Dybbuk groaned as he sat down in front of the chair Philippa was attached to. He shoved a spoon of food in her face. "Eat."

"No," Philippa replied. "For all I know, this could be poisoned or something."

"Or something," Dybbuk smirked. "Listen. You should eat. You'll regret not eating later on."

"Is that a threat?" Philippa glared.

"No, but it could be if you keep up your attitude," Dybbuk replied hotly.

"Does your mother know about this?" Philippa spat, targeting his weak spot.

Dybbuk didn't reply. He clenched his fist and stood up, towering over the red-headed teen.

"Go ahead. Do your worst," Philippa provoked.

"No," this took every bit of self-control Dybbuk had. He sighed. "I can't."

"And why not?" Philippa questioned.

"Because I'm not going to hurt the future mother of my future child."

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Okay, so I don't normally do this… But let me know if I should continue this fic or not. Reviews are always welcome. If you have any questions, please let me know :)