The Petrova Bloodline

Chapter 5

Izabelah's POV

Worst part of just being a Witch, the fact that if you didn't keep up your herbs for even just a day, you could come down with the most horrendous cold. "Rosie, you need to get up, school is in like, 20 minutes!" I shouted, for the third time. Nothing was waking her up today.

She padded down the stairs, looking grumpy and bedraggled, but awake and downed an entire mug of pure espresso before actually speaking. "Whatever the hell I drank last night, should not be drank on a school night again."

Laughing, I poured a second one for her, then shoved a plate full of toast under her nose while I kept making up bouquets, all the time with puffy eyes and a red nose. Stupid bacteria. "I've got no deliveries today, so I'll be in the store all day. I think the garden needs some weeding too." I told her, taking a mouthful of my tea. I loved coffee, but right now I needed the herbs in this to get this cold done with.

"Nope. You are going back to bed, Izzi. You're Immortal, yes, but you still have an immune system that is working like stink right now. Need I remind you, that you're also powering about 10 different spells around this town right now. You go down sicker than this, and so do they."

"Rosie, I am so not that sick!" I told her, shaking my head, but then I stopped, getting a little dizzy. "OK, maybe I am, but I need to open the shop."

In response, she grabbed a flower box and ripped into a near perfect square, writing CLOSED DUE TO ILLNESS on the front of it. Then she walked into the main shop, and stuck it in the window. "Bed, now, Izabelah. I'll be home around 4, and then I can make you food for once."

"Hm, are you going to wash up as well?" I asked her, grabbing in tissue just in time to catch as sneeze. "Oh, I really need to go to bed."

"Yes you do, go." I went back up the stairs, mumbling incoherently to myself, and threw myself back down onto my queen sized bed, all cushions and fairy lights. It was den more than a bed.

I cuddled back down, hugging my favourite cushion to myself when I felt someone lie down next to me, turning on the darkest fairy lights. "Heard you were sick, wanted to come and see how you were." I knew that voice...

"Dae, my Love, how did you even get past my guard dog? Or has she gone to school now?" I asked him, turning away as I coughed. "What time is it?"

He shifted, positioning it so that my head was now on his shoulder and I physically didn't have the energy to move. "It's about 9am, you've been asleep for an hour and a half I think. What happened to never getting sick?" Dae asked me, absently stroking my back.

"I said I didn't, not that I couldn't. There are herbs I take, but you forget for even a day and you can end up bed ridden. You shouldn't be here, my Love." But I wanted him here, I liked him being near me.

Laughing, his arm tightened around me. "Scared that your great niece would come home and kick me out? She lives with you, not the other way around. I have to say, I do love your bedroom, very different to the last one."

Ah, the 1864 bedroom. All prim and proper, along with how I had to be dressed. "Do you remember the day we met, Damon?" I asked him quietly, scared that maybe if I spoke any louder, then somehow Rosie would hear me. "April 3rd, 1864."

"Ah, the day the Harrow and Petrova girls arrived, running from the war." He looked down at me, and then I was there again.

"Damon, Stefan, I'd like for you to meet the two newest ladies in town," Giuseppe told his sons as we got out of the carriage, Rose taking the hand of the first boy, a kinder looking one with sparkling green eyes. "This is Miss Rose Harrow," then I came out and took the hand of the next boy, or rather man. "And this, is Miss Izabelah Petrova, her older sister."