The Hunted

Chapter 10

Faith looked herself over in the mirror from her room. After they left Hazel's cottage they went back to there home to get ready for dinner. Clare had given her one of her evening gowns to wear for the occasion. Faith was reluctant to accept it because frankly she just didn't want to go. Would she have to be nice to them? After what they done she wished they would just leave her alone.  "Faith!" She heard her mother call from downstairs. She let out a deep breath. 'You got this' she wispered before taking one last look at herself. She wore a gold long dress. The top of it pulling tightly, much like her corset from earlier in the day. She would've killed to wear something baggy, and comfortable right about now.  From the waist down it flowed beautifully in layers. It looked simple, yet elegant. She brushed her dark black hair to flow lossy around her sholders. She then headed for the door.

"You look wonderful!" Ann said, once Faith came downstairs. "It does fit you nice." Clare commented. "But in that one I look better." She winked.
"Thanks," Faith responded to her mother, then stuck her tongue out at Clare.  Her mother wore a elgent long dress much like her own except it was pure white, and had intricate patterns running down the top half. Her mother's blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail that brought out her facial features. Faith thought she looked as regal as a qween. Clare wore a red dress that dropped down long past her ankles. The top half pulled tight, and the bottom flowed behind her in waves. Her hair was down, red curls bouncing lightly  against her sholders, and back as she walked. Faith thought she looked much more seducing then herself, or Ann. It was no doubt that she looked stunning.  "You both look great." Faith said honestly as all three woman headed to the door.

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"Faith... Faith dear?" Ann called out to her daughter once they had been on there way for quite some time. Faith snapped out of her thoughts and leaned over Clare who was now setting in middle of the cart to see her mother on the other side. "Sorry, what is it? " She asked.
"Once we arrive and are around the Dumas's, you'll have to change your speach." She responded.

Faith thought back to how Clare spoke when they first met in the town square. She sounded just like the rest of the villagers. She again thought of how her mother had spoken to the Dumases this morning when they had invited them to dinner. "I know," she said leaning back in her seat looking directly ahead. "I've seen enough movies to wing it."

"It's just our lives, no biggie." Clare retorted. Faith let out a annoyed breath as she turned to her. So far she's survived being held at gun point, thrown back in time, and put on trail for witchcraft, proven  innocent only to find out that she is indeed a witch.. Changing her tone of voice would be the easiest thing she would do yet. "I've said I got this," faith responded.

"Enough" Ann said as the Dumas family mansion came into view. "Faith will keep the talking to a minimum until she adjusts to this time, and Clare will refrain from sarcasm during this dinner." She finished, with a mothering tone.

"No promises." Clare said with a smile. Ann gave her a Stern look, and she shrugged her sholders. "Fine."

"They must be loaded." Faith said in amazement as she looked up at the large white estate. "How can they afford this?" She asked. "Hunting witches isn't exactly a paying job"

"Actually it is." Ann said. "The towns people pay them for it. The villagers see them as supernatural police men. It comes out of our taxes." She stated.

"Where can I sign up?" Faith joked as Ann stopped Charly right in front of a hitching post. A young boy around 14 approached them as they all exited the cart. "You must be miss Penn," he spoke to Ann. "Yes," she said sweetly. "I'll take care of your horse," he said as he stroked Charlys mane. "Enjoy the party."