Chilling Adventures of Sabrina ● Ambrose Spellman (On Going)

Chapter 2

(This is were the magic happens, the last chapter was just a story to get you guys caught up. I had made this a bit complicated, so I wanted to explain a bit before things happen. Not really suspenseful, probably kinda boring. Hope my writing was good.
Read on~) (This is what he is wearing).

I woke up to feel my head banging on the window of a cheep, very rusty bus.
I could hear the coughing of the old, homeless people behind me, and I could feel the cool air hit me in the face, from that old, broken open window that's located a seat ahead of me. It actually reminded me of one of the old buses I used to ride after school.
I sat up, now wide awake, finally remembering where I am. My body aches and pains from being trapped in small places for so long.
I took many different ways to get here, even hitchhiking as well.

I felt as if I needed to get to Greendale as soon as possible, and find those people, who ever they are.
My father, while he was a shifter, told me about how they smelt, and what traits they would always hold.
He gave very little information that made sense, but the only one that did, was that I needed to look for a Spellman to help me.

He wrote in all of his journals, that most of our ancestors are actually Warlocks or Witches, but the shifting blood cancels some of it out, making us only have a few Wedlock or Witch traits.
For example: The Visions.

He wrote that shifters can find a witch with only their scent.
Their scent was of Death, nature, and a very sweet smell. Almost like candy.
Of course, all witches smell different, like how some witches/warlocks probably grew towards death more, and smell like a graveyard, or a warlock/witch grew up in the forest, maybe even a flower garden, and they would have that smell instead.
But death, nature, and sweets will always follow them.

I was once again snapped out of my thoughts, feeling the bus pull to a stop in front of a small little sign, right near the town.

I walked to the front of the bus, feeling my nerves get worse with each step I took. "Thank you. . ." I muttered to the driver, giving him the exact money as I stepped off.

I was actually relieved to be off the bus, but nervous to actually meet this so called, Spellman. Who I have no idea about.
They could be dead. They could have moved away. They could have even been called away for awhile. But I can wait for as long as possible.
I have nothing else to lose. . .

I walked around the town, a bit nervous, but not scared. I'm confident that something good will happen out of all of this. I could be of use to the witches or Warlocks, in some way.

I walked into a book store, seeing a man dressed as a vampire.

A vampire.

Not really the ones I currently hate, but an actual Dracula costume.