The Protection of a Ghost

Chapter 1

Giselle  

 I stared at Hunter as he sat at my grave. It's been 10 years since I got him away from that terrible woman. Soon we found out that she was a witch, and not a good one. Sure she fed us regularly, but if we disobeyed we were locked in a cage for a night if not longer. There were also the nightly beatings to make sure we would not disobey her. The constant threats of being burned alive. Thinking back to those days only lead to a deeper memory to surface.

   My brother and I stood staring at each other in disbelief. I knew he needed the money to pay off his debts, but a father is supposed to care for his children. He is supposed to protect them, not sell them off to pay for his debts. I shouldn't have been surprised, he did say he would sell us but I didn't believe him. How was I supposed to?

   Hunter had tears in his eyes as he looked at me in desperation. How am I going to protect my little brother if I can't protect myself? He's only 9, he isn't meant to endure this life. We aren't supposed to endure something like this. I'm only two years older than him.

   As he stared at me for help I mouthed to him that it would be ok. I knew I needed to protect him, and I would find a way, even if it killed me. Too bad, it eventually did.

   I looked at Hunter and wondered if my eyes would stay the same hazel as his, or if my hair would darken from ash blonde to brunette like his. Would I be tall or short? I suppose the good thing about being a ghost is I could still age like him if I choose, although I will never know how I look. You only hear stories about vampires being unable to see their reflection. While that is true, ghosts also can't see their reflection.

   I shifted my gaze from Hunter to my grave. My grave read: Giselle Gaia Galiban, Daughter and Sister. I couldn't help but snort at the daughter part. Who's daughter did they think I was, the witch or the deadbeat dad who sold us to the witch?

   He stood faster than I expected. Normally, he would sit for hours, talking to me about what has happened and where he was on proving my death. I wish I could tell him I knew, that I stayed with him most of the time, that there is more than just witches he needs to worry about.

   Once I died I found someone to talk to, a guardian angel of sorts, Nathaniel. Why he didn't guard me from dying I did not know, he always refused to tell me. My best guess was so I could protect Hunter from the evils of this world. Witches were a class of demons, not all succumbed to their evil sides but the majority would. Those were the ones I was on the lookout for to protect Hunter. I have not encountered other classes of demons, at least not that I know of. As demon classes increased so did their ability to hide themselves from ghosts. Witches were low on that totem pole. Still powerful and hard to kill though.

   I had sat thinking too long because when I looked up Hunter was already in his car and driving off. Where he was going I didn't know he never told me, and I couldn't blame him. If I didn't know that my sister was a ghost and followed me everywhere, why would I speak my intentions?

   As I turned to catch up with Hunter, Nathaniel appeared in my peripheral vision. I knew what he wanted before he spoke. Another job, another demon to send back to the depths of hell.

   "Giselle" he started, "you are needed for another witch".

   I sighed as I fully turned to look at him. The witches had become more frequent in their hunt for children and their souls. The purity of a child's soul was able to renew and strengthen a witch's power. The more power leads to stronger witches that stay alive longer. There are exceptions to who a witch can hunt. Normally it will only be children, however, some people have the soul of an angel. Angel souls are created when a guardian angel dies at the sametime as a child is born. Hunter is one of these.

   I did not say anything at first. When I did, I could even hear the annoyance in my voice, "Where and what type?"

   Nathaniel looked sympathetic as he said "It is a sweets witch and she was spotted down 8th street." 

   I took one last look at Hunter before I turned and started heading toward 8th street. 

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