Witchy Fortuneteller
+ Author's short note: I am not sure why this is so huge to me, but this book just reached #737 in Vampire Genre as of today, 12/12/15. I am kind of super excited about this. I know its a very large number, but it's still a place in line and I am just happy happy happy. So thank you so much, all of you readers!! <3 all of ya.
Ashlynn
I stand beside Donovan in front of the lightly gray painted door of the house. I sigh as I look around the cookie cutter homes in the housing community.
"This is where our all powerful witch is?" Donovan asks dryly, my sarcastic laugh follows his statement.
"Well, I guess so. Never thought her to be a soccer mom." my emotionless reply comes as I look behind me at Elizabeth and Nickolas wondering what they could be whispering about. I try to hear in only for my vampiric hearing to be blocked by what seems the effect of little half witch's spell. I groan in impatience as I turn back to Donovan,
"I swear if my life didn't depend on this damn act of goodness I would be sleeping in a hammock in a black bikini on a Hawaiian beach right about now." I say in complete annoyance my arms folded across my chest.
"I suppose in your sixty years you must have heard at least once that patience is a virtue." I hear Nickolas from behind me, I roll my eyes as I tap the doorbell with my manicured finger.
"Well then I guess I'm missing a virtue, aren't I?" I ask my voice a snarky edge as the doorbell rings throughout the house.
"Probably more than one." He replies, Liz chuckles in response and I glance over at Donovan only to find him giving me a knowing look and a shrug as he grins.
I look ahead at the door as I mumble "Un-fucking-believable."
The door opens slowly a dark, slim woman with shiny black hair in curly friz standing there in the small space of the cracked open door, she glanced at me and it is if a warning light bulb lit up in her head for her impulsive reaction was to close the door as she states,
"Oh, hell no, you ain't comin in to this house Brookes. Not this house."
I stick my heeled boot in the door keeping her from closing it all the way,
"Watch it, little witch, this isn't for me. I'm sure you know Nickolas Blackwell? I mean, God, everyone does. Almost as important to life as I am." My sharpened dry response comes bringing her to open the door again, her eyes finding the said person. Her dark eyes widen as well as soften at the sight of the blonde haired young man.
"Why haven't you killed her?" The woman asks in a distasteful manner.
"I need her, Clara is sick, Sophie. She won't make it a year." he replies.
"Oh, my dear boy, come in, come in. I suppose you can bring your little helper with you." She says the last part as a near after thought as her glance shoots glaring daggers at me. My fanged smile sickly sweet as I take Donovan's hand and walk past the middle aged woman behind Nickolas and Elizabeth.
"We just need a portal to the Past Lands, Soph." Elizabeth says as she turns around facing the witch. Sophie nods in complete understanding, her smile sad as she brings Nickolas into a seemingly familiar hug.
"I will help in anyway I can, hun. Follow me, I'll get you guys where you need to be." she says as she turns down a hall and into a darkened room. We follow into the space that seemed filled with what looked like potions and jars of remedies. Necklaces and bracelets with charms soaked in spells. As Sophie mumbles the chanting spell under her breath all of our eyes roam with curiosity, even I have not seen these tools. I hear a crash from the side of the room and I look over at Donovan giving him an "Are you serious?" look. I glance over at the witch finding her still mumbling the words but giving Donovan the same glare.
She focuses once again, her eyes closed. A deep red orb grows dimly lighting the room as it stretches and expands. The blood red portal shimmers and shakes lightly as Sophie opens her eyes sighing at the loss of energy it took.
"I will be here if there is anything you need, my boy. Please be safe." she says as she starts to walk out, just when I thought she would be gone I feel her eyes on me as her dark cold hands clasps mine. I meet her dark dwelling eyes my eye brows raised.
"Oh, dear-" she starts and then I see the change of her mind on her face as she switches the way of conversation, "You should be going now." She pulls an unsuspecting me into a tight hug, pulling away she walks out before I can utter a word. Completely cutting into my confused reeling of my mind Elizabeth says,
"We have to go now, it won't stay open long before closing." and steps through disappearing into the red glow with Nickolas.
I grasp for Donovan's hand and walk through.
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