Hallow's: Witch's Brew

Twenty-Eight

Bad Omens- Take Me First 

(Sorry. I forgot to set the schedule :D) 

I haven't been in my father's Mustang since I was sixteen. I stopped using it because it reminded me too much of him. Noah replaced the suede with black leather. He's put a pretty penny into it. He replaced the spots on the dashboard and steering wheel where my dad had accidentally burned with his affinity. The scent of ash is gone replaced with Noah's dark floral scent. I don't know why I always pictured him smoking cigarettes. 

"So what do you think?" he asks shifting gears.

"How long have you had it for?"

"Eighteen months. Zuri had it parked at her place for a while. My car was totaled during the accident. She let me have it when she caught me at J.J.'s Lot,"

"J.J.'s Noah," I laugh.

"I didn't have a choice. There was an investigation and I couldn't leave town and I hate asking Spencer for shit. He does a lot for me already,"

"I like it. It suits you," I admit. "Are you going to change the color?"

"There's this really nice forest green shade I've been looking at," he says and reaches for the glove compartment. He hands me a little booklet.

"Green?" I smile flipping through it. I stop at the page he circled. "Extra glossy right?"

"Right," he nods.

I keep looking through the booklet to keep myself busy. Neither of us says anything until we get to the end of Nocturne Ave. The tingling sensation that comes with the storm prickles on my skin as soon as we get out of my old Mustang. I can feel the barrier just up ahead. My magic is responding to it the same way it responds to Noah. I shiver when I walk through the barrier. 

"That was-" I clear my throat. I am going to blame it on the fact that I haven't let anyone touch me since the incident with Ben. 

"Stay right there," he says and walks up ahead.

I can't really see anything, and I don't want to risk twisting my ankles. That's a habit of mine. It especially sucked when I was learning to use heels a few years ago. My ankles ache when it's cold out. Well, they used to. They haven't been a problem since my magic's return.

My heart races when a light flickers to life. Garden lamps follow. I press my lips together as the clearing lights up. Golden globes of light on strings come to life all around. There are flowers and beautiful plants all over. They're planted in a circle. Pretty shades of green and yellows.

They go all the way around the house that sits right in the middle of the clearing where the distillery had once been. That is not a fucking cabin. It's not even a house. That thing is the coolest fucking poser I've seen in my life. Grandma Rose would have loved it. 

There's a stone pathway just up ahead. I carefully make my way to it. The pathway leads up to the stone base that makes up the entire foundation of the house itself.

The distillery had been built on top of an old black stone mine. He had the entire building removed and used that same foundation for the house. There is black stone blended in with the stones used for exterior design. The logs used for support still have their bark. He encased it with my blend of resin. Just a small layer to petrify the pretty colors and prevent splinters. 

It's so open. Beautiful doesn't begin to describe this place.

"Sorry, I couldn't get the stupid fuse box to shut," Noah says coming up from the double doors under the entrance stairs. "What do you think?" I don't even know what to fucking say. I am speechless. He looks up when it starts to sprinkle. "Come on. I'll show you inside,"