Hybrid Trilogy

Chapter 15 The Spell

Whilst George defended their stronghold, he realised that England was no longer safe for them and began to wonder if there was any way they could somehow fulfil their plan to get over to Europe, and away from their current predicament. That morning after the nightly battle, that was for him becoming a regular feature of his day, he asked "Jasmine is there anything we can do, to protect us from the Werewolves, the moons cycle begins in just sixteen days' time, and I don't think we can defend against another attack of that magnitude? Day, one will tax us, but, day two, the full moon apex, will mean that every Werewolf will try to get in here." He paused, "if we could get across the channel to Europe, maybe, just maybe we might stand a better chance of surviving" George finished

Jasmine gave George's statement some consideration, "The spell I've cast will protect the tomb, but I will have to go and consult the volumes of Magic and do some research to see if more can be done" Jasmine replied.  "And how long might that take?" asked Ruby anxiety suddenly consuming her and feeling that without Jasmine at her side George might not be able to defend them both. "Please don't worry mist.... Ruby" Jasmine corrected herself and continued "I believe there is a shop in Guildford where I will be able to find some kind of spell, I won't be gone longer than two days, as George said if the answer to our survival is somewhere then I will find it" Jasmine finished firmly. "But Guildford is over five hundred miles away, two days is a little optimistic don't you think?" George asked sounding just a little panicked "please don't worry George, I will attempt a spell of transportation" she replied although she wasn't altogether confident that she could.

Jasmine left and much to her surprise she was able to cast the spell transporting herself back to Guildford in the blink of an eye. In the old town, in Geoffrey's passage, a small alley way at the top of Guildford high street she eventually found an old book store, its old led casement bay window with its many small square glass pains, that hadn't been cleaned in a while, and sporting a window display of books by unknown authors, accompanied with a great deal of dust and cobwebs. The shop was mostly frequented by those who wanted to try and practice magic and people who like to think of themselves as Witches and Warlocks. As Jasmine walked in a bell chimed on the door, the only two shoppers looked to the door and the shop keeper glanced up then returned to his work, she gingerly approached the counter, a small plump looking, balding old man, with only a few wisps of thin grey hair, wearing a pair of metal half rimmed glass spectacles looked up from his ledger book. "good day to you young lady, and how may I be of service to you today?" he asked and then he studied her closer with a quizzical nervous look "you are alone aren't you?" he began tensely, quick darting looks in the direction of the door, "oh" he continued relaxing slightly "what am I saying of course you are alone its daylight" the shop keeper said offering a weak smile.

"do not be concerned, I am not here to do you harm, and nor am I with a Vampire" she lied, "but you're a Witch, aren't you? There has never been a Witch in this world of man, without a Vampire" the shop keeper said grabbing her wrist and looking at the 'V' mark and releasing her nervously and stepping back putting up his hands. And then as though she too had, an epiphany, smiling at the man warmly "and where is your Vampire Master then? Jasmine asked, again he looked around furtively, seeing that the other two shoppers were engrossed in the books they held, lent forward in a conspiratorial way "please" he begged in a whisper, "surely you know that only Witches, are taken, in service of the Vampire we Warlocks aren't deemed powerful enough, the towns people do not know I am a Warlock" he began, I have been here for about a year, searching for my daughter, losing her to the Vampire killed her mother so I'm all the family she, has and, she is all I have" the shop keeper finished looking downcast and sad, and then added "do you know her? She is only just 17 years old, and her name is Cassandra." Jasmine gave some thought to his query, she did indeed know Cassandra, but the Cassandra she knew, was 25 years old, and she wasn't at all convinced that she was this man's daughter or if he was that her father would like to know that his daughters master was in fact the Vampiric equivalent of the lady Alcina, the leader of all Witch covens. And if she was indeed this man's daughter, then just how much time had passed at home "no I'm sorry I can't say that I do," Jasmine lied again, "but I will keep an eye out for her though, would you like me to tell her that you are here?" she asked and then lowering her voice asked, "how exactly did you get here?"