The Original Queen

Chapter 18

Allison let out a shocked gasp making Davina turn towards her.

The young girl immediately scowled "Who's there?!" She asked loudly as she looked around her room. She could feel someone's presence but she couldn't see them.

Ally focused on making herself visible while she turned away from the painting. She winced as Davina took a step away from her, obviously frightened by her sudden appearance.

She raised her hands in a calming gesture "It's alright, I come in peace. I'm astral projecting so I can't exactly knock but I wanted to speak with you" Allison said calmly, her voice soothing as if coaxing a wounded animal.

Davina looked at her with wide eyes and all of a sudden Allison realized how young she really was. Davina was a 16 year old girl who was sacrificed by the people she trusted and now relying on a vampire to keep her safe, one who has ulterior motives of his own.

"Who Are You? Why are you here?" she asked as she narrowed her eyes, her hand raised towards Allison as if she was about to perform magic.

Allison smiled calmly "My name is Allison Taylor, I wanted to talk witch to witch. No need to bring in the pesky Men for this. You can calm down, I have no intention of attacking you, I just want to talk" she said, hoping Davina would chill out just a bit.

"I don't have a very good track record with other witches" Davina said, her eyes narrowed and suspicious but she slowly lowered her hand.

"Yes, I know about that. It's disgusting what the covens did to you and the other girls. Ancestral magic is darker than most and comes with a deep price" Ally said darkly, not hiding her disgust.

"How do you know so much?" Davina asked hesitantly, keeping her distance still.

Allison smirked in amusement "Taylor witches are the recorders of the magical community, we document all kinds of magic. We have records of New Orleans rituals, including the Harvest" she explained serenely.

"And you never stopped it! You just let it continue?!" Davina asked with a scowl, her voice filled with horror and disgust.

Allison narrowed her eyes "While it is barbaric it is not our place to dictate the covens, just record. The ritual is successful, all four girls did indeed come back after communing with your ancestors. They were revered as leaders of the community and were happy for the harvest" she said, her voice dripping in warning, not that Davina would follow it. She's a sixteen-year-old girl, she's not going to be reasonable.

Davina looked at her unsure "It worked? Are you sure?" she asked, obviously shaken by what she had said.

Allison nodded, calming down slightly "Yes, My great grandmother recorded the ritual and her meeting with the four girls. They were healthy and more powerful than they had been when they had been sacrificed. They each expressed acceptance of what they had been through and agreed it had been worth it for them and their people. Though in their case they had known about the sacrifice beforehand while your people lied to you and tricked you into the ritual, tainting the entire thing further. The ritual is meant to be a willing sacrifice, a gift to your ancestors which then is returned tenfold to the people, that is not what your coven did" she said softly, knowing Davina deserved the truth.

Davina sat with that information for a few moments before looking at Allison with tears gathering in her eyes. Eyes that were filled with accusations "Why are you here, really?" she asked angrily.

"I just want to talk, you're innocent in all this and you deserve to make informed choices. You deserve to know what you're walking into. I'm also here to give you some advice, stay out of what's coming" Allison said, her words calculating.