Madness Takes Over - Nothing's Ever Normal Anymore

6

Just a filler

We walked down a dark hallway when Heathen stopped at a mahogany wood door and knocked, "You may come in,"  a familiar voice responded from the other side of the door. Heathen opened the door quietly, and allowed himself in, gesturing for Scar and I to follow behind him. Evelyn was putting something away in a mason jar, filling it with what appeared to be some blood.

"Hello, my dear son, hello Madeline. How was it the second time around?" She asked as she placed a jar onto a shelf behind her and turned back around, facing us. The memory of my kill from this morning replayed in my head as I slightly bit my lip and smiled, "It was satisfying, thank you," Heathen chuckled, as I looked over at him to find him looking at me already. "And you son, did you get to go?" Evelyn asked Heathen, who looked straight at her, his eyes slightly changing as he put on a sly grin, "All I need to know, good." Evelyn said as she smirked and sat at her desk.

"Heathen you can go, I wanted to speak to Madeline alone." Evelyn said as she folded her arms and laid them onto her desk; Heathen nodded and looked at me, before turning to leave out the door. I looked at Evelyn as she gestured for me to take a seat in front of her; as I sat, Scar sat next to my feet, "So Madeline, I still owe you an explanation to what my son Heathen and I are, including as to what you are. Our history tends to date back all the way to the time where the Salem Witch trials were held," I listened silently to every detail she had said as she continued, "Those times developed to witches discovering more powers unknown to every other human in front of them - discovering the good and the evil within a soul, within the secrets, within just about anything. As the powers and secrets of hiding it developed, so did the cults and the leaders, and unfortunately came the hunters as well. Well you see, witches simply looked like one another, as we simply looked and smelled as humans, difference was what we held inside - inside was all the power and strength. We expanded from simple charms and spells into voodoo and satanic rituals, as it was passed down each generations. More and more witches were being created until we slowly started vanishing. Now its just myself, my son, our family, and now you. I taught myself every enchantment, every ritual, every practice that was ever created by our ancestors; I took it upon myself to raise Heathen with the same talent and he's progressing each day, and so will you. However, we aren't like our ancestors, as we developed something different - a thirst for blood, for the soul of a human. We feed on it, we crave it, it's what is keeping us going."

She stood up from her seat and walked over to her bookcase as my eyes followed her. She raised her hand and reached for an old, worn out leather covered book and placed it on her desk. "Madeline, I see great potential in you, the same potential I see in my son. I would expect it considering how you were close as children." She looked over to me as I did to her silently. "With your potential, with the power you consume, you can conquer anything. You'll begin training with Heathen next week, as well as I will be instructing you on enchantments and weaponry."

I nodded as I saw my necklace shine, as if approving everything, "Understood Evelyn." I said lowly as she smiled and let out a chuckle, "Good, you may leave now." She gestured to the door as it creaked open, and I signaled Scar to follow along side me.