In The Garden

Chapter 4

Years passed and Georgette grew her family and her circle watched over her waiting to see her powers develop. There were now eight siblings. Georgette's family has been graced with an eighth daughter the year after Georgette, her name was Zelda. She had been born on All Hallows Eve and was the last daughter the family would have. Her birth on the Sabbat of Samhain to her family came as a sign that she would in fact be the last born as Samhain represents the end of the harvest. Georgette was a beautiful little girl and seemed to be filled with spirit. Her fifth birthday was approaching when she first showed signs that she too would possess powers like the ones that ran in her blood as far back as anyone could remember. The Aston family had been powerful witches and warlocks. One day Georgette and Zelda who were the closest in age and relationship were out playing in the yard when they came upon a dead bird. Their grandmother was not far away watching over them as they played.

"Poor birdie," swooned Georgette.

Zelda stood beside her just looking down at the dead animal.

"What happened to it?" Zelda asked.

"I don't know," said Georgette she bent over and reached for it.

"Don't touch it," Zelda had said.

But Georgette didn't heed her, she scooped the bird into her hands and gently caressed it. Then she drew it close to her face and seemed to be whispering to it a few seconds. The bird twitched and sprang to its feet chirping. The bird looked up at Georgette for a second before taking off in flight. Zelda clapped and cheered. Diana had walked up behind them she was beaming with pride and admiration.

"How did you do that child?" asked their grandmother.

"I just asked him to come back to me," she replied.

"You're very young to have demonstrated such power. There are witches my age that can't do what you just did," explained her grandmother.

"Well they're not me," exclaimed Georgette innocently.

"They certainly are not," laughed Diana, "perhaps it is time you started your studies in our arts."

"If you say so, Grandmother," said Georgette, "but only if Zelda can come too."

Zelda looked up wide eyed at her grandmother.

"Of course she can come too," smiled her grandmother, "she is an Aston as well I have every confidence her powers will come soon."

Georgette proved to be a natural and quickly and effortlessly excelled at all the things she was taught surpassing even some of her older sisters. What they had to work at to learn, Georgette seemed to inherently know. In all this she remained kind and humble. Zelda's powers did come also and she proved to be a talented young witch but still no one held a candle to Georgette. Diana was beyond proud of her granddaughter calling her the future Supreme. Georgette's talents were only matched by her beauty both inside and out.

Victoria Baker grew impatient waiting to hear from Rhonda. She lay in bed awake she looked over at the clock it was a little after one in the morning. She knew she wouldn't hear from Rhonda this late so she shut her eyes and tried to fall asleep. Victor, her husband, was already sound asleep beside her. Soon after her eyes closed she drifted off to sleep. She then found herself in a dream, In the dream Georgette stood across a room from George with her back toward him. George slowly walked up behind her and slid his right arm around her waist. She turned her head to the left to meet his gaze. He gently kissed her lips. The silky smooth fabric of Georgette's wedding dress was soft against George's skin as he slid his hand up her back. She turned her face away and he peppered the back of her neck with kisses sending chills down her spine and starting a desire for him. Fire burning for him in her loins. George's fingers found their way to the corset top of the wedding gown and he began undoing each one.