Night Of The Hunter

Final Countdown

42.

Take off doesn't really bother me. I enjoyed when the aircraft speeds down the run way. I like going fast. Probably why I totaled my last car. Open roads and a fast engine is not a great combo for me. But once the plane starts to shift and move is where my nerves start to become on edge. You have no control over the situation. Something goes wrong? Just gotta bend your head between your knees and kiss your ass good-bye.

I inhaled sharply, watching the clouds zip by as we flew through them. My fingers clenching my father's old journal, things he wrote down about his hunts and secrets about each supernatural being he's come across. Witches, being my main subject right now.

The private jet we were on was pretty nice and spacious, comfortable too. Leather seats, open walking space, television and even a playstation and xbox to play with, even though nobody dared to touch it right now.

The owner is an old friend of Frank's, back in his MI6 days. He didn't get into detail about the man, so I knew he was involved with a higher power. Government? military? Who knew. It was always a guessing game with Frank's contacts, but nevertheless, they always lend a helping hand when he needed it and it always went down smoothly.

Aiden sat across from me, casually glancing up at me every now and again. Xavier was sleeping on the seats in back of me. Skye was curled up next to Bryan as he was working on the technical pieces Frank and his friend had given us for this mission while Jackson was reading.

I looked down at the book again, uncurling my fingers from around the seat after a small turbulence session and turned the page.

Witches are known for possessing powers and curating pendants for controlling things, like people.

I came across this one witch who used a special ring she created with a spell binding her and a male together. He became her walking toy. Did everything she told him to do and more. Once the ring was taken off, the man's freewill was back. I destroyed the ring by fire as well as beheading the witch. Later I found out the spell she used came from a dark arts ritual that also has a spell of creating daylight rings for vampires to walk in the sun.

"Son of a bitch." I muttered to myself.

"What?" Aiden said, raising a brow.

I looked up at him and closed the book. "Did Layla ever mention making a daylight ring?"

"A daylight ring?" He questioned.

I stared at him, waiting for an answer.

"Yes. She was trying to decipher a spell for it to make one for him." He nudged towards the sleeping vampire. "Why? How did you know?"

"Bitch is playing with dark magic."

"A daylight ring is made to have vampires walk during the day." Frank said.

"Yeah." I turned my body towards him. "If she was trying to make one for psycho over here - " I pointed my thumb towards Xavier. "Then she must be more skilled then I thought."

"I heard that." Xavier mumbled underneath the blanket.

"Was she doing any magic when she was staying with you?" I asked over the seat.

There was silence from his end so I leaned over the chair and pulled the blanket over his face.

"Hey!" He whined and flashed me angry look.

"Answer me."

"I don't know, okay? I was locked up in a cellar, remember?"

"You have enhanced hearing, dumb ass. You telling me you didn't eavesdrop on her?"