The Witch Chronicles 4
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After my epiphany, I tried to put as much space between me and Lucas as possible. I also tried to do the same with Eva. She was obviously lying and, for some odd reason, not concerned about the truth.
I also had what equated to a long talk with my grandmother. My mother worked a lot, which allowed me enough time to interrogate her without arousing suspicion. During my interrogation, I remembered how much I liked spending time with my grandmother. She'd began to show signs of senility.
"Granny...you remember when you used to talk about magic and demons?" She was facing away from me, though I could see her tense up, "You used to say we were descendants of witches, remember? And that there were dark things out there. I'd really like to hear about it."
Grandmother turned to me, "Stories, baby. That's all they were. Stories to pass the time." She walked over and pushed a plate of cookies onto the counter, "Your mother wouldn't want me filling your head with such nonsense."
"But it wasn't nonsense, was it?" I asked. Fear flashes across her face before she's back to smiling. I shake my head, "This isn't about witches...grandmother, there are vampires here."
She puts her hand to my forehead, "Are you alright, Perry? You're not making sense." She said softly.
"I know this game, granny. But there is something here...something bad." I gently pushed the cookies back at her, "I'll figure this out by myself." I turned and left the kitchen, daring not to look back.
Chapter 4: Knowledge and Not Knowing
Walking into school seemed like a task that was almost impossible. Trying to avoid Lucas, David and Eva was almost futile. I'd never ducked people so much in my life, not even when my father and brother left. The downside to avoiding Eva was that I also had to avoid Charlotte, who'd began to send me angry text messages.
I was in the midst of reading one of the text when I turned the corner and bumped into someone large and cold. At first, I thought someone was moving a refrigerator. I looked up to see Lucas but not Lucas. He was different in some way, maybe his eyes or the look on his face. In a profound way, I knew it wasn't Lucas, though they were dead ringers for one another.
"Hey, Perry, right?" Finn asked.
I stared at him for a second before moving past him. I could feel him jog up next to me as I finished reading text messages on my phone. I groaned when I saw him out of the corner of my eye.
"You know my brother." Finn said, "It's nice to finally meet you."
"I just ignored you but you're happy to meet me?" I asked as I finally look over to him, "Yes, I'm ignoring Eva and Lucas. Mostly for the same reason."
"She said you'd be perceptive." Finn nodded, "I totally agree with avoiding Lucas. He's...trouble."
I stopped in my spot and stared at him, "You do?" I asked.
"I love my brother but he's not a good person." Finn frowned, "Eva is. Far be it for me to interfere but she's not sure why."
Finn seemed sincere, though I could only attribute his coldness to vampirism. It would only make sense that he was a vampire like his brother. I found myself trying to gauge his age before he was turned and exactly when that was. I realized I was staring and quickly spoke up.
"I working through some things." I said quietly.
"You shouldn't be alone with whatever you're going through." He said with a sad smile.
"I knew you were the `good' brother."
"I doubt it but thank you." He smiled with a nod.
"That said, I'm going to give you advice...I'm not exactly normal. Charlotte and Eva once described me as a person who sees through other people's bullshit." I said slowly. When I was sure my point had sunken in, "They aren't wrong." I said as I started walking again, leaving him there to go to class.
As Finn stood there, Lucas walked over and put his arm around his brother's shoulder, "Finn, Finn, Finn, you shouldn't meddle. That just gets people dead." Lucas said cheerily.
"He's avoiding you. Leave him alone." Finn said angrily.
"Oh, I wouldn't kill him." Lucas glared his brother, "This is a game you don't want to play, baby brother."
"This isn't a game. These are people."
"These are meals, dear brother, and the sooner you realize this, the happier you'll be." Lucas said quickly, "We need a witch and fast."
"I'm sure there are other witches."
"None as fun, though."
Finn frowned at him, "Exactly what are you up to?" He asked.
"That, my dearest Finn, you will just have to find out." Lucas chuckled as he stalked away, leaving Finn to stare after him.
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At noon, I wasn't surprised to find Charlotte and Eva waiting at my locker. My plan was to make a speedy getaway under the preface of errands at lunch. Neither girl looked particularly happy, though I would feel the same.
Not to be outsmarted, I turned before they could see me and headed down the hallway towards the gymnasium. To my horror, a freshly-washed David walked out, probably on his way to the locker room. When he spotted me, I sensed an immediate change. He seemed more rigid than usual and scowled at me, which was never a good thing.
"What are you doing here?" David asked angrily, "What? Did your new boyfriend dump you?"
"Are we really going there?" I asked, "I'm trying to avoid my friends."
"And you chose to come down this hall?"
"Last minute thing." I said quickly, "Though, if I had known this particular situation would arise, I might have just faced the firing squad."
"Right."
"What is it that you want me to say? I can't apologize because you did something wrong. So tell me exactly what you need me to say. Be clear and concise please." I said angrily.
David was silent.
"Right." I said moving past him.
"You want to get away from them, right? Come with me." I turned around and scoffed at him, "Hey, I'm offering you an easy alibi."
"And why would you want to be my alibi?"
"Take it or leave it." He said with more than a hint of annoyance.
I stared at him, feeling something close to admiration. He was an asshole for most of his life but he had moments of sheer goodness. Even though I suspected that this wasn't all from a good place, he was being a nice person now. I nodded to him.
"Cool." He said gesturing towards the exit.
I took his cue and passed him, "Do not look at my ass." I said I headed for the door.
"You're the boss." David said as he followed me.
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David took me to get pizza and brought me to the beach. He was suspiciously quiet and undeniably patient. It wasn't like him. As I took charge with the pizza, he stared at me, watched me, even.
After a few minutes, he took a slice and bit into it. I consciously slowed down on the pizza and it was my turn to stare at him. When I realized I was staring, I looked away and pulled out my phone. I had four missed calls, one from my grandmother. She left a voicemail. I excused myself and walked along the beach, listening to my grandmother's voicemail.
"Perry, you were right. There are dark forces here. This place is a beacon for supernatural forces. When you get home, I will tell you everything. You need to hear everything." As the voicemail ended, I began to feel a knot in my stomach.
As I walked back over to David, I was prepared to tell him to leave but he asked me to sit. I did as he asked and stared at him. He was utterly beautiful with tanned skin and white teeth. His dark features suited his personality. I never knew what I would get with him.
"I'm sorry."
To say I was flabbergasted was an understatement. David didn't do apologies. He usually got what or who he wanted. I never thought in a million years that would be me, for more than one reason.
"I'm an ass."
I chuckled, "Yeah, you really are." I said quickly.
"I never meant to hurt you."
"Bull." I said quickly, "You wanted to hurt me to drive me away. There were so many other ways you could have done that. To sleep with me and..." I looked down at the sand.
"I never thought we'd get that far." David said, "Having sex with you wasn't in my plans. Don't get me wrong, I sleep with girls all the time with no intention of—But I've never thought about guys like that. But I wanted to kiss you. I wanted to go further. So I did."
"I don't think I need to hear this."
"And it wasn't what I thought it would be."
"Definitely don't need to hear this."
"It was what I expected being with women to be like. Not exactly. It was more." David admitted. I looked up from the sand and stared at him, "I keep telling myself that you aren't what I want. I keep trying to ignore that. It's not working."
I pulled my arms up to my chest and squeezed as tight as I could. I wanted to hear this...a few months ago. I couldn't hear this now.
"I'm confused. I don't do love or relationship. I keep asking myself what it is about you, what makes you what I want and I can't pinpoint one single thing." David was obviously very confused about the situation.
I thought very carefully before saying, "I don't know if it's what I want." I said nervously.
"You don't know if I'm what you want." David nodded, "Understandable. There's a lot going on in my life right now and I don't want you to be mad at me and I don't want to be mad at you. Whatever happens, I need you to know how I feel."
"Whatever happens? What—"
"I think we need to get back." David smiled as he grabbed the box of pizza. He stood and tossed the box in a nearby trashcan as I joined him. Without another word, we got in David's truck and headed back towards Thebas High. I was uncertain of what to say, so I just said nothing.
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Luckily for me, the day went by fast. It was announced over the intercom that we had a new guidance counselor named Nora. I wondered why we'd need another guidance counselor, until the principal said that our regular guidance counselor had disappeared. I was immediately suspicious but wrote it off as I left the school.
Pulling up to my house, I was reminded that my mother was at work. Her scheduled changed monthly and I just stopped keeping track. From the time that I pulled up to the house, to the time that I actually entered the house, I had a feeling of foreboding.
As I walked through the house, I called out for anyone. No one answered. I walked through the house, noticing how incredibly quiet it was. When I entered the kitchen, there was smoke coming from the oven and I rushed to it and opened it. I looked for oven mitts but couldn't find them. I pulled the dish, a taco casserole, out and slid it into the sink. I turned to call out to my grandmother and saw her, laying on the ground in a puddle of blood. Her neck had been twisted all the way around and she was staring at me from the floor with a shocked expression on her face.
I rushed to my grandmother, unsure of what to say or do. I began sobbing uncontrollably as I grabbed for my phone. Someone had to be able to help me!
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