A shoutout any Caster Chromicles fans who are also Whovians! (Even though I think I'm the only one...)

Chapter One- Something Wicked This WayComes

Macon sat in a chair next to the fireplace, looking as if he were in pain. His eyes darted around, and he was twitching when he wasn't making movements that might have indicated that he was drunk. It felt like his mind was going too fast for his body. When he thought he had sat down, he fell to the ground, realizing his mind had tricked him.
He gripped the arms of the chair, his face contorted in agony. He recoiled his legs, now with his legs up near his chest. A most ungentlemanly thing to do for such a southern gentleman. He took note every breath, since he was in a state where unconsciously breathing was hardly possible. The simple steps repeated in his mind, along with some orders to relax.

Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Relax.

Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Be calm.

Breathe in.
Breathe out-
"Uncle M?" A soft voice said from behind him.

Lena watched as her uncle's head turned towards her, circles under his dark eyes. He had a straight face, but she could tell that deep down inside, he was so scared about something he might just scream. "What's wrong?" She asked sitting in the chair next to him, putting a hand on his, which were still latched on tight to the chair. "Nothing, Lena." He replied sternly. "Nothing concerning you." "If it is concerning you, it must be concerning me." She said, refusing to back off.
"Don't you have something to go do?"
"Yes."
"Then go do it."
"I'm doing right now."
He raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
Lena glared at her uncle. She was getting very tired of his constant stalling. "I don't like to be lied to, Macon. Especially from you."
Macon looked into her green eyes. She was scared to death of the unknown- her claiming in a few months, the fact that she might be disowned if she became a dark caster, and everything else that greatly impacted her life.
He sighed. "Something's wrong."
Her eyes widened. "Like what?"
"I feel the presence of something new. A new force that should not be here. A force that should not exist, but does. A force that should not mix with either Mortal or Caster worlds. I am unsure that it is evil, but the presence be feels painful and strong, so it must be somewhat. For once, Lena: I don't know what it is."
Suddenly, they heard a sound that was equivalent to a car falling from the sky.
"Well. That was quick." Macon said, quite surprised.
Macon stood up, tidying himself, and ushering his niece along.
"Now lets go meet some new people."