Escape the Covenant || Shawmila [Completed]

Chapter 27

The idea of facing the Eldests is not very appealing to me. Those old witches never leave their house, a big gated mansion that looks like it came out straight of a horror movie. Every surface of that building is covered in ivy, old majestic cypresses and magnolias overcrowd the large garden that surrounds the house, and creepy noises fill the air at every time of the day. What pushes me to overcome my fears is the will to find out the truth. And Sylvia. She literally keeps on pushing me towards the gate every time I try to back out. Why is she not scared of those old ladies? I mean, no one really knows how old they are, and the rare occasions they leave their property coincide with some sort of trouble for the rest of the coven. What if we go in but we'll never come out?

«Camila, stop acting like a child and speed up, I don't have all day for this» Sylvia scolds me.

«Geez, chill out kid» I joke as an attempt to disguise my anxiousness, but all I get from the girl next to me is a warning glare. The moment we step in front of the gigantic iron gate, it opens without even saying a word. I guess they were waiting for me. We cross the long driveway, climb the steps on the front and stop at the door. A weak cold breeze grazes the back of my neck giving me goosebumps and a great sense of uneasiness grips my stomach and ties it in a knot. I'll probably throw up by the end of the day. I ring the bell and the door suddenly open wide, greeting us in a spacious hall. Useless to say that the moment we step inside the house, the lock of the door clicks. Here we go.

Stepping forward, I look around me and I'm surprise to feel a great sense of warmth and positivity lingering on every surface. The inside of the house gives off opposite vibes from its outside.

«Ladies, welcome to our home». A sweet and gentle voice greets us, and we turn around to see a smiling young lady. With each passing minute I'm more and more confused. «I know I'm not that old, but I'm here to learn» she says as if she was reading my mind. «Please, follow me and you'll find your answers».

In a rigorous silence, we follow her, none of us daring to say a word. We are led to a beautiful library, dark bookshelves decorate the circular room as a precious chandelier hang in the middle of it. A dozen pair of eyes fall on us, but in reality, their attention is all on me. The Eldests look as I remembered: old, wrinkled and mysterious. But at least they don't seem dangerous. «We know why you are here, Camila Cabello. We were waiting for you. Please, walk to the center of the room». I don't dare to question them, so I simply do as I'm told. «You want to know about the origins of your curse, just as your grandmother did, and the easiest way to do it is by showing them to you. Camila, be prepared and open your mind». And suddenly my vision goes black as I'm transported to a blurred dimension, to a long-gone time.

She couldn't wrap her head around that fact. Her blood was boiling, and rage was making her mad. Nothing could stop her desire for revenge. Her sister had promised it to her, she had promised it! She said that she would have never betrayed her trust, that she would have never give her heart to the Mendes boy. But then she went and broke it, taking back her words as she kissed him  hidden behind the trees, or loving him on the cotton fields.

And what about him? When she confronted him, after she had poured her heart out, he said he thought of her as a friend. How could he  say a thing like that? Didn't he see how much she loved him? But as usual, her sister got what she wanted, and she was left with nothing but envy.

She decided she would make them pay for their actions. She didn't care if they loved each other; they had hurt her, they had shredded her heart and now she would unleash her fury. And what it's better than a blood spell, a curse even, to condemn their descendants to suffer and pay for their mistakes? What about a glamor to confuse their feelings for each other, to numb them and erase them, just to see their future sons and daughters, their grandchildren and those who would follow them, fall for each other generation after generation, just to die in pain?

The only thing she regretted was that she wouldn't be there to attend at their reaction once the curse would have reaped the first victims.

I gasp for air. I don't think my brain is getting enough oxygen. After what I've found out I'm even more confused. The truth is that the curse was casted by one of my ancestors. A stupid fight between two sisters over a boy. And what is more, it was over a Mendes one! That just makes sense.

The good thing is that maybe there's a way to break this blood spell, because it was casted by a Cabello, but I fear to know how much it'll cost. Firstly I need to speak to my grandmother.

I feel my phone vibrates in my pocket and when I look at the display I see a message from Shawn.

Shawn: We really need to talk. I have some information to share that you can't ignore. 

And this time I couldn't agree more with him: we indeed need to talk.