Wilt and Wither

Chapter 3

Witches usually would die upon becoming a vampire. Like a wolf would die if they became a vampire, a vampire dying if they became a wolf etc etc. If your born that's one thing but having those two blood lines forcefully infused means certain death.

But here I am walking around without a problem.

You'd be wrong if you think it doesn't concern me a little. One of those why am I so special kind of things. Sometimes I feel like a walking time bomb, I could just be talking to someone or in a fight and boom! Gone. Exploding into a million pieces.

Even though I don't outright practice necromancy I still use parts of it. I can heal and create things if it has to do with blood and bone.

I can also do things Landon doesn't even know about like open portals to other worlds and dimensions. Not that I do that much anymore. A few hundred years ago I got caught up in some nasty faerie business. I am still paying for that mess.

They have no sense of humor and hold grudges you wouldn't believe.

I hooked up with a Fae prince then promptly killed his mother so talk about an awkward morning after, quite a few Fae still lookin' for this lady. Thankfully they didn't have the power to open portals on a whim. There are only certain areas in the world were portals can be opened and Fae only open them twice a year to gather human slaves.

Hence the reason I was in the Fae realm to begin with. I was contracted to save a group of humans. Despite my big mouth I bit off more than I could chew. Needless to say regicide is frowned upon there and the Fae prince rudely broke up with me.

As long as I kept moving I was good.

The drive was quiet which was both good and bad. I had time to think, but I only thought about Landon. The farther I drove the more distant the feeling became though. Its why I avoid him at all cost. I act like my normal delightful fun lovin Lucy self when he's not around but the second he's near me my skin crawls and the helplessness starts over.

He thinks it's because he's the one that turned me but I wasn't so sure. I didn't love him, not like that, and not anymore. It was like being clean and sober for months then someone waving heroin in front of me begging me to try it.

And I always wanted to try it.

I could feel the struggle within Rhysand as we drove through the road cutting into the forest. He didn't have many more years but I was in denial. Dawn was fast approaching which only succeeding in giving the trees an ominous glow. Rhysand coughed then sputtered.

Oh no no no no you don't!

He slowed with one last final apologetic shutter stopped.

REALLY!

"You are a fucking High Lord DO NO DIE ON ME!"

Shutting my eyes I took a deep breath. I was almost there I would be fine. I will just get out walk and find help. It will be fine. I will be fine.

Said the female characters in every single horror movie.

No I will be fine. I grabbed my trusty dagger. The blade an obsidian that glowed in the soft light. The hilt was carved into a dragon. The whole thing was made out of obsidian making it supernaturally charged apparently forged with dragon fire though that last part was myth. The blade was extremely sharp with jagged notches on parts of the curved blade making getting stabbed even less of a good time than usual.

The wet morning air attempted to greet me but only succeeded in making the woods seem more creepy.

I grabbed the map Landon gave me trying to figure out where I was. Thank you Landon for highlighting my route. I was stuck on the edge of town. I could walk twenty or so miles down the dirt road or just a few miles through the woods heading north and it would lead to a clearing before hitting a baseball field.