Perry
Porter is waiting as I open the door. He peers into the room, asking about Teen Wolf, who I take to mean David. I ignore his quip as we head down to the living room.
His anxiety manifests itself in loose lips as he chatters incessantly the entire time about my previous interaction with our father.
His babbling is put to an end as we enter the living room. The room's furniture has been moved to the side with two bags filled with weapons in the corner.
Alan, Penny, and Patricia stand in the middle room, in front of a salt circle and three white candles.
Alan stands away from the women. His unsociable disposition towards them is hard to miss.
His distance from everyone else stirs an emotion in me. The look in his eyes during our argument is burned into my memory. The last thing I wanted to do is make him feel disappointed in me.
My body makes a bold movement as I latch onto Alan. A horrible embarrassment rips through me as I realize he is as confused as I am. His arms, to my surprise, wrap around me.
"Okay, you were just yelling at each other. What in the Hell is this?" Porter asks.
"Porter! Watch your language." Penny says.
Alan and I pull away from each other, sharing a certain unease with our emotional display. "I was wrong to yell at you and I screwed up royally with the dagger."
"It wasn't your fault. You went to save your friend. I shouldn't have come down so hard on you." Alan says.
"As happy as I am to see the two of you make up, we think we know where Tituba is." Penny says. "Mom told you about the Domus, right? The Domus is built on a spiritual nexus, and it was once thought to be the gateway you were born to guard, which is why it was built on that spot."
"Tituba believed this and made it the site of the spell that destroyed the Domus and killed nearly everyone involved. It's why she's there now." Patricia says.
"How do you know?" Alan asks.
"We can feel it. The Domus speaks if listen." Patricia says.
"Granny's a greeting card now. Great." Porter says.
"So, the Domus? Not at all creepy." I say. "Great. Point me towards the danger. I'll need weapons and some sort of plan."
"You're not going alone." Alan says. "We started this together, and I'm not letting you do this alone."
The sentiment in his sentence touches me deeper than I could have imagined. For the first time since everything fell to pieces, I do not feel I am alone in the fight.
"I'm being shelved. I'll be here helping with the spell." Porter says.
"Spell?" I ask.
"Tituba imposes her will upon people. She created a spell specifically to burrow inside witches. To be frank, it's against the rede." Penny explains.
"Did you say witch? Charlotte's a witch?" I ask.
"You can ask her after we save her. Your mother and grandmother are going perform a spell, with Port's help, to exorcise Tituba from Charlotte while we get the dagger." Alan says.
"Great but we're going to need a little more backup. Elnora and Zachary are stronger than any other vampires I've fought. I have to believe that is thanks to great-great-granny Elphaba." I say.
"Which is why I have, begrudgingly, accepted the help of the Christensen twins." Alan says. "Do you think your werewolf will help?"
"Oh! You mean Daaaavid?" Porter says. "I'm sure he'll hop at the chance to help Perry."
"I hate both of you and I want my hug back." I say. "I'm sure he'll jump at the chance for a rematch."
"Or to defend your honor." Porter adds.
"Baby, are you sure you're ready for this?" Penny asks. "I know you're the Zion, but this must be overwhelming, as you expressed before."
"Yeah, it's a lot. But dad was right. I don't have the luxury of letting fear guide me. Which means, this better be one effective spell." I say.
Patricia steps forward with a kind smile. "It will not be easy. Tituba is a powerful witch, and the spell will require you to reach out and connect all of us. We need to work together to defeat her."
"Meaning?"
Patricia walks over to the sofa, which is now pushed against the wall, and retrieves a couple of pages of paper. She hands me the pages and my eyes pour over the pages, reading the mix of Latin and English words.
"We need you to weaken her before we are able to exorcise her. Or the witch she is possessing could die." Patricia says.
"But I've never cast a spell. You said—"
"You're the Zion. You can do anything. You just have to believe it." Patricia says.
My emotions are in my throat as my grandmother pulls me into a deep embrace. My eyes close as I commit the moment to memory.
A strange feeling slithers through my body like a serpent. The feeling is not an emotion leaking from someone else nor is it one of my emotions.
I feel a sense of dread.
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Destiny's Witch (BxB)
FantasyPerry Bennett was just fine with his group of friends, burgeoning romantic entanglement, and blooming academic career until he received a gift he could not return. Fresh from a summer of training to be the Zion, a mythical being destined to combat t...
