The following year on Halloween night, the Brixton clan held another masquerade party with fortune tellers, vendors and magicians. What made this event so special compared to the last year was that it was only for magical beings.
Vampires, demons, the fae; everyone of the mythical realm were welcome.
They did host another masquerade for the public the night before halloween, but this year, they wanted to do something a little different.
Chaotic, loud, yet entertaining. While usually these type of events are not my cup of tea, seeing my brothers enjoy themselves made it worth staying. I'll admit, the Brixton's went above and beyond with the entertainment this year; and the fact it was held outdoors, it was much more of a carnival than a masquerade ball.
"I thought Masquerades were supposed to be, I don't know, calmer and regal?"
"Who cares?!" Johnathan laughs as he devours his blood infused cotton candy. "Common! Let's go find Lionel and Finn; I think I saw them mingling with the Manchester clan!"
That's when my attention had been captured by a witch, beckoning me to come to her tent with the curl of her finger.
I don't recall why I didn't ignore her at the time, but I know if I had, I wouldn't have discovered the impossible.
"You go on ahead Johnathan." I pat his shoulder. "I'll catch up."
He left in no haste, allowing me to approach the witch in her shimmering celestial attire.
"Curious about the future?" She purrs.
"I don't do the whole psychic reading thing Miss." I said politely. "Unless you're able to speak to the dead, I'm not interested."
"Ah, the dead. If only I had that ability Sir."
Her green eyes shifted from her crystal ball to me, showing me her true age.
I've never met a psychic around my physical age before, normally the ones I've seen and met were much older than her.
And... and something about her scent...
Something feels off...
It made my stomach uneasy, as if I had eaten something passed it's freshness.
"You've been through many losses, haven't you boy?"
Boy? I lift a brow.
"I am anything but a boy." I warn her with a serious tone. "You dare ridicule my status?"
"Not at all." She smiles through her purple silk mask. "I just sense your grief. There is pain and... interest. You fancy another?"
What was about her scent that made me feel so uneasy around her?
It feels... familiar but... not as fresh. Not as sweet as my body wants it to be.
It almost made angry that I couldn't pin point why the scent bothered me.
"I don't want to talk about my love life with you." I said a bit too harshly. "Please find another person who is more interested in your talent."
Just as I was about to excuse myself from her tent, her loud gasp caught my attention once more.
"She is here." She pants, her eyes glowing green from the vision she is seeing. "Your Mary— no. A... A Performer—."
No. It couldn't be...
"Octavia?" The whisper escapes my lips.
"Her soul," She growls. "It's here."
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