Venator : Devil's Moon

XXIII SILMETHELLA

Amberrivera121

Dedicated to lovely Amber who's been a wonderful friend since when I became active on wattpad.

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Next morning, I woke up to the pleasant noise of dripping water. It was raining outside, just a drizzle. I checked the skull shaped wall clock hanging on a sharp tooth of wolf face, fixed on the wooden wall. If it weren't for the pleasant sunlight falling on the malicious looking wolf, or the skull, I'd have scared to bones. Pamela seriously needed to redecorate her house.

It was 9 AM and my entire body felt deeply relaxed. My muscles no longer ached. The scratches and cuts still prevailed but they didn't bother me much. Strangely, I felt at complete ease.

I noticed I was alone in the room. I quickly pulled myself from the inviting bed and picked up a note placed on the side table.

We are off to collect some shrubs, will be right back.

Seb

The note read. I sighed and while wondering what kind of shrubs they were looking for, I made my way downstairs. I grabbed a towel, and after moving round the house twice, realised where the bathroom was. I took a nice hot shower and willed not to think of anything. By the time I was out, Sebastian and Pamela were back. She'd slipped in a pink T shirt and blue jeans while Sebastian wore the same dirty clothes he'd worn yesterday, like me. He was holding a plastic bag stuffed with quite a bunch of plants I'd spotted around yesterday and mentally noted them as weeds.

"Mornin'." Pamela smiled as she grabbed the plastic bag and went to kitchen.

I nodded when Sebastian's eyes enquired about my condition. Contrary to my state, Sebastian looked quite miserable. His eyes were partly red from exhaustion. He looked like he didn't have a good sleep. His shirt was covered in mud which also traced on his right cheek. Yet, seeing me spread a kind of glow in his eyes.

"There's something on your-" I began and approached him.

"Here." I said when I finished mopping the mud off his face. He then went to the bathroom leaving me alone again.

"Err...Pamela, so how did you meet Sebastian?" I finally broke the awkward silence. She'd busied herself by grinding thick green juice out of the shrubs and was now adding a violet juice to it. She did looked at me once or twice but hadn't spoken anything.

"Well, we go way back. My family once lived near Uncle Rob's. So, we are childhood friends, I guess. Not that we went to school together like people like you do. If anything, we did go on hunting together." She said as if hunting was completely normal and that going to school was quite unusual. Ok, she's one of them. I mentally said.

"Actually nah. I thought I were a hunter but I sucked at it. Then, I started getting visions and before I even realised it, I became a psychic." She finished with the grinding and mixed the fresh green juice with a certain mixture to product a dark violet paste.

"Is that for the ritual?" I asked wondering if I'd have to drink that.

"What, the Silmethella?" She asked looking at the shrub juice.

"Yes, whatever it's called. Simethella"

"Silmethella.Don't worry, it's just for the marking. You don't have to drink it. Though it might taste better." She said and sat beside me. She smelled like the bitter shrubs. She then went to the kitchen and brought another goblet. It was greenish blue. She added few spoons of the violet juice to the green one and kept the goblet in oven. I stared at the frothing mixture through the glass.