Mystic Manor(English)

XI: Salem

A/N: It's been a long time since I published a chapter. Sorry! Thesis and school was hectic but it's time for a new year and a new chapter

Nina's POV

I told her lies and kept secrets from her. This is what I get from what I've done. Now she hates me. I can never show my face to her.

She does not know everything. I can't tell her. I promised and it would only endanger her life.

"You alright?" Apollo asked me, handing a cup of tea.

I've barely seen him ever since he moved here. He barely shows his face. I accepted his offer and took a sip.

"Yeah," I whispered.

"That's what I hate about you humans. You say you're fine even though it's the complete opposite."

"It's what we are."

"You could tell me how you really feel you know. I may have a grudge towards you and your friends for tying me up but I can't possibly leave a maiden as beautiful as you to die of depression."

I smiled bitterly under my breath and looked outside the rainy night sky.

"You're using your charm on me again?"

"No, why would I?" He winked.

I took a deep breath.

"I feel terrible. I lied. I kept secrets up until now. I can't lose her. She's my only bestfriend. I grew up with her and all..." I said between sobs.

"May I ask, are you still keeping secrets?"

"I must. For her."

He put his thumb on his lower lip. He bit his lower lip and looked outside.

"Prophecy."

"What?" I asked.

He shook his head, releasing himself from reverie.

"Nothing. You should go get rest."

He stood up and offered me a hand, accompanying me upstairs. Three steps from the third floor every light in the house shut down and every candle light died. My hold on Apollo's hand turned into a grip.

"Relax, it's just a-"

My grip on him vanished just like him. I suddenly became alone on the staircase as I heard him groan. W-what happened?

"A-Apollo? W-Where are you?"

"Bitch actually shoved me? Damn!" I heard him groan.

The lights flickered on and off. This place looks like a haunted house! At the bottom of the staircase was a person in a cloak. He looked like a grim ripper. Am I going to die?!

Slowly the cloaked figure walked.

"What the hell is happening here?!" Damon shouted. I saw his shadow run through the hallway towards us.

Finally the lights stayed on. It suddenly gone quiet.

"Witch, vampire," Apollo groaned holding his head. "She's keeping me down."

"What the-"

Even before Damon could finish his sentence he flew to the wall, cracking it.

I gasped as the cloaked figure stood inches from me. I closed my eyes waiting for my doom. This is my end. This is what I get for what I've done to Rachel. Seconds passed and I only felt something cold on my wrist. I tilted my head from confusion. The cloaked figure slowly slid down his cloak.

It was a girl, she looked about our age but more old fashioned.

"Seriously? An enchanted bracelet?" Damon groaned trying to stand up.

"She needs it, she lives in an infested home."

Damon stood straight and attacked. Inches from us he stopped and groaned, holding his head. I could even see his veins resurfacing.

"Stand down, vampire. I am here to exterminate Project X," she explained. "I am Ilya Good."

"A Good Witch," I whispered under fear recalling Rachel's hobby.

"So, you know my ancestors?"

"I learned from Rachel."

"A Good witch? Isn't that a little ironic?" Damon joked out still in pain.

Rebecca raised her hands and Damon and Apollo floated in mid-air struggling.

"Tell me where she is?" she asked in authority.

"Who?!" They asked.

"Project X!"

They screamed in pain still in mid-air, struggling.

"Stop it you're hurting them!" I pleaded.

Ilya turned to face me and dropped her hands, along with Damon and Apollo. They rolled on the floor and stood up.

"Witch, you messed with the wrong God," Apollo's eyes turned into a hue of flames as fire formed from his hands.

"What is this?!" Midnight growled.

"I am here for Project X."

"You are in an Anderson's manor witch! Show some respect as you are stepping in one of the royal's grounds! And you have touched a Fall!" he growled showing of his sharp fangs.

"There are no more Andersons Midnight remember? They all died when that monstrosity escaped and caused havoc! My coven does not follow the Falls, our loyalty lies only to the Andersons"

"None are living but two are haunting."

We looked at Midnight in confusion. Reappearing behind Midnight was Ripley and Michael. Like us, they too were confused.

"Meet Master Michael and Ripley, sons of the first Anderson."

Ilya's hands flew to her mouth in awe. She quickly bowed.

"Your highness, I-I didn't know," she stammered.

"Midnight, I'm confused. What do you mean?" Michael asked calmly. This was a shock. He was calm!

"Are you stupid or what? Your last name's Anderson right?" Midnight asked sarcastically.

"That's impossible! The Andersons were killed!" Damon shouted in complete confusion.

"It's possible your highness. As of now they are ghosts. Two of your cousins."

"Wow, now you treat me with respect!"

"Blame her," Midnight pointed at Ilya.

Midnight calmed everyone down and motioned us to the living room. The chaotic vibe suddenly went down and turned into a whole other vibe full of confusion. We sat down with the witch sitting beside Midnight.

"Once upon a time-"

"Funny midnight, seriously!" Michael yelled.

  A/N: Tweaked the photo a bit but Photo Credits to  Andre Cuervo on Unsplah