Deadly Heart

Chapter 3: Little Protector

The fact that Beatrice was a witch put me in a total shock, but its not like she wasn't. It is now not so weird and awkward now that we know we are both different. Beatrice wasn't allowed to go home that very night I insisted that she stayed with me to work out what we were going to say to her parents, and that would be the end of it, we wouldn't talk about it ever again.

We sat in my room going trough all the details. Now that we weren't moving now I guess we should get used to seeing each other and knowing that are biggest secrets are in each others hands. Just the thought of Beatrice telling someone would absolutely ruin everything, but if she told I would tell to.

So when it was time to sleep, Beatrice awkwardly started a spell, that kind of made me feel wired. " Beatrice I'm going to sleep down stairs just so we are both comfortable, we will need are sleep tonight" I said. Beatrice looked at me for a second then turned back around slightly offended. I turned with my pillow in one hand and made my way down the stairs. As I was walking down the hall I took one small glimpse at my parents room then kept walking. when I arrived at are couch, I took one moment to stare at it. As I saw the bumpy scratchy texture of the couch I went straight to my parents room.

I walked through the door and tripped over a small ridge in the floor. When I went flying forward I came to a stop at a giant bed I slowly pulled myself up and shoved my dads pillow over my face. The pillow hid the tears that came from my eyes. The pillow smelt of my dads cologne and It made me miss him even more, I believe tonight is one of those night where you cry yourself to sleep.

I woke up In the morning to a small voice, my mother was rolling with a wheel chair over to the bed. I lifted my head to ask a question " Mom why did you leave the hospital" I said. " Carmen they are after me they know, my heart, it wasn't beating a they knew it from the start" Beatrice came running down and looked at my mom." Beatrice how are you liking the new life?" my mother asked " Well here's the thing I'm not a vampire" Beatrice explained.

My mothers jaw dropped, and her eyes went red. I pulled her back to let her calm down." mom you have to let me explain, here's the thing I can't turn her. " Miss Bellwood I'm a Wiccan I can't be turned to a vampire, cause there is a protection spell on me.