The Witch 🐺 {Under-Edit)

Chapter Three: Witch?

I arrived back home after my little hunt for Lydia. I was glad that she was safe, but something in the pit of my stomach knew something that Lydia might not know yet and I didn't know what it was...

Research time. I groaned mentally, as I went to gather some books on supernatural creatures, but came to a halt when I heard footsteps coming from out, meaning someone was coming. Just then, as I whipped my head around there was a knock at the door, it was gentle not hard or rough. I tread carefully to the front door, I could see through the glass a figure, the glass was like a blurred vision, it was just the way the door was. I placed my hand on the door handle and pulled down, and swung it open, to reveal Allison looking up and down when the door was fully opened. Her eyes went wide with the belief that I was still here, and wasn't a dream to her. She wore outdoor clothing like she was about to go meet someone.

"How is your stuff here? We came here the other day and everything was empty. The house was empty," she states, frowning at the bit of furniture she could see from the doorway.

"Come in," I spoke softly, giving her a nod to follow me. I let go of the door and went further into the hallway so Allison could enter. She closed the door behind her, and faced me a few seconds later, with a puzzled look on her face.

"Just tell me the truth," she said, her voice desperate to know the truth from me.

"Once you know, you can never forget," I said as I looked directly into her eyes and sure just gave me a nod of her head, meaning she was ready to know. I sighed softly, as I looked away for a brief moment then back to her, gaining the confidence to speak the truth, for once.

"I'm a Witch," I said gently, my voice was loud enough for her to hear but it held softness. Her expression on her face changed to a 'really look'. "Really, you believe in Werewolves, but not in Witches?" My face frowned, my eyebrows knitting together as she just gave me a shrug.

"Werewolves are one thing. Witches are totally different," Allison spoke, that was true but Werewolves were made from Witches.

"It doesn't matter, it falls in the Supernatural category. Believe it or not Witches are real and I'm one. I came back from the dead due to a resurrection spell," I spoke with hesitation in my voice as she still wasn't believing. I grunt as I rolled my eyes, before going into another room and getting my Grimoire. It was a massive book with over 2,000 spells as I added more over the years, and my parents did before.

I came back a moment later with a leather bound book in my hands, and held it out to her to have a look. She looked unsure for a moment, but I gave her an 'ok' look and she started to extend her hands to touch the book, and she did. She held the book in her hands and opened to a random page in the book. The old material was crisp and worn, it looked like coffee had been spilled over it but it was just the tender age of the book. Her other hand slowly went over the page, slowly, like she was feeling the paper. Her hand ran over the writing, the symbols and all what was on that page. Allison then slowly rose her head to look at me, amazement in her eyes.

"A cloaking spell?" She asked in disbelief, but I just nodded my head. "The writing is in another language. I can't understand it," Allison spoke as she glanced down at the words then back up to me.

"It took me years to understand the language, but I got there in the end," I smiled at her as she took a glance back down to the book, flipping to another page. "So do you believe me?" I asked after a moment.

Her eyes drifted back up to meet mine. "I do," I gave her a wide smile before she closed the book and handed it back to me. I held the book to my chest as I gave her a warm smile, a sort of weight lifting from my chest.

"Allison, promise me you won't tell anyone. Not your Parents, not Scott, no one. I need to tell them myself, in my own time," I said, a dead serious tone held within my voice.

"I promise," she said with a smile. I finally breathed out, not knowing I held my breath. "And here," I looked at her confused for a moment, but pulled the silver chain from around her neck, and held my necklace out towards me. "You should have it now, that your back," The necklace dangled from her hands.

"Thank you..." I spoke with appreciation in my voice, as I grabbed the crystal, holding it tight in my hand. I gave her a warm smile as I held my hand up and flicked my fingers backwards towards the door, and it swung open on it's own. "You don't want to be late for Scott now?" I asked with a smirk tugging on my lips, as her mouth hanged a gape. I couldn't help but chuckle. "Go," I nodded to the door and she began to leave.

"Thank you, for telling me Alice," Allison spoke half-way out of the door, looking back to me for a split second before going to her car. I flicked my fingers to the right this time round, and the front door had shut on itself.

Though I've only told one of my friends on how I came back and what I am. There was still a giant weight on my chest, and only a small amount of that weight was lifted when I told Allison. But, this was a start on getting myself cleared, but there is that other problem growing within. My deadly vampire side, that is eager to come out to kill...