The other side was not something to write home about. That was if he even could write home. He had spent years here watching the world go by. He had seen his sister playing mom and the growing irritation she was becoming for his brother. It was not that he did not like her it would seem he liked her too much.
In all his time here he had never seen anyone else. From time to time he would hear whispers (he had a feeling from witches) they talked of one born with the power to bring someone back from the dead. Even vampires. That had made him wonder. So he would lisn to all the whispers hoping to find a way to use her to bring him back.
That had been what he was doing when suddenly he was pulled into a bright light...
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Look in to My Eyes
FanfictionBeing a witch has to be one of the hardest things in the word. At lest in New Orleans. I've spent all of my life reading spells and learning about magic. I had to become fluent in Latin. Now you may think that this would be all fun and games. And ye...
