The Protection of a Ghost

Chapter 3

Giselle

8th Street is an odd place to see a witch. It is not on a farm or in a small suburb, but in a tight knit suburban neighborhood. There are a lot of people who would notice a child entering the house and never leaving. They could notice their own children missing or the smell of cooking flesh, maybe the screams of children in the night. Although a stronger witch can wield their powers to cover the screams and the smell of burning flesh.

I crouched beside Nathaniel, his rich brown skin keeping him more hidden during the night. We were placed on top of the roof of a house overlooking the witch's home. It seemed ordinary, a split level house painted a baby blue. Two of the windows on the first floor were bright with light. The curtains hid the layout of the rooms, however, you could still see movement from the witch. On the porch sat a bowl of candy, an odd time for candy to be out considering it was only september.

I looked at Nathaniel and watched him scrutinize the surrounding areas. While he looked around I studied him. He was rather handsome, not my type but I can see what the other ghosts talked about. With his sharp jawline, curly afro, and deep brown eyes, it was hard to look away. He stood tall around six feet and had a slightly muscular frame.

"Would you stop staring at me," Nathaniel asked. "I know I'm gorgeous but you're about as bad as the other ones."

I scoffed at that, he was full of himself that was sure. His ego needed to be taken down a couple notches. Before I could reply a nasally voice spoke from behind us.

"Well if it isn't a couple of ghosts, although I do believe one is an angel. He is right though he is very gorgeous."

I slowly turned around and there stood the witch. Slightly hunched over she looked what you would imagine as a witch. Wrinkly skin with wispy gray hair. A snaggle tooth and beady black eyes. I sat shocked but soon became unsurprised that she was able to sneak up on us. Magic was on her side, but what she had in magic Nathaniel and I had in strength, agility and weapons.

Before I could think I was replying, "hm for a witch, and a seemingly powerful one, you are bold."

"Yes I am young ghost, but there are lots of children here... all so young and pure."

Nathaniel and I were once again left in shock with how blunt her words were. Never have I met a witch that offered information about herself so readily. I've Lost track of how many witches I have killed over the five years I've been hunting and fighting them. The first five I was training to become a hunter.

The thing about witch hunters and the angel that usually accompanies them is that we always have a weapon on us. My favorite is a short sword. The hilt is black with a simple pommel of onyx. Her name is Freyja. I was pulling it out when Nathaniel spoke up.

"Listen witch, you can prolong your life if you tell us where there are other witches."

The witch ignored him in favor of pulling out a piece of candy and throwing it down to a child that was passing below. Watching that piece of candy fall brought back a memory.

Hunter and I stood there watching her mix together the sugar mix for a lollipop. We would be forced to eat the ten she made. At first we thought it was a blessing to have the chance to eat candy everyday, but as the days progressed it became a curse. If we did not finish the candy then we were thrown into a cell.

The candy was always delicious even with animal parts mixed in. Personally, I think she just got joy out of watching us eat the animal disguised as candy. We had put on at least ten pounds each in the six months we've been here. However, the terror each of us felt had increased and so had the beatings. At first they were only once every couple weeks but as of recent they've become everyday. Some days it was multiple times a day.