The World of the Witches

Looking For A Friend

                                     Chapter 2

     I’m still drunk, but I’m not wasted. Maybe I misheard him? The alley was too dark to make out a face but he sounded…..German maybe? I’m not good with cultures since I can’t tell British from Australian.

      “I’m sorry say that again?” I backed up a little remembering this was a dark alley, and there’s a strange man standing right in front of me.

     “Would you like a hearing aide, or will you just believe me?” He wanted me to believe him? That’s rich coming from someone I’ve never met before, and out of all places to talk he chose a dark alley? Maybe the wasted me walked into it and he just followed me? Wait so now he’s a stalker?

      “No thanks. I don’t believe people right after I just meet them. Trust needs to be earned. You really think I would believe a word you say when you’re one, a complete stranger, and two we’re in a suspiciously dark alley that looks like it would be used by a drug dealer. Plus I can’t even see you.” I said gesturing to him.

      As soon as I said I couldn’t see him, he calmly walked up to me to where I could vaguely see his face. He raised his right hand right below his face and laid it out palm up. Flames rose out of his hand slowly like he was turning up the fire in a fire pit. What the….

      “Is this better?” he said calmly without a hint of pain in his voice. It was almost like he couldn’t feel it. But that’s impossible…… Once I got a better look at his face I couldn’t help but blush. He was sort of tan, but not like a, I-go-to-the-beach-everyday tan; more of a soft touch of sun with scruffy facial hair. His hair was the kind of shaggy that would drive a girl mad, and it was a chocolate brown. You could only imagine I’m drooling by now. His eyes were the feature that caught me the most; probably because they too, were a deep brown.

     Once I shook myself out of the awe of all the beauty, I went back to contemplating the flame escaping his hand.

     “How are you....”I said knowing that he would catch the rest.

     “I’m sure a witch would be able to figure that out.” He put out the flame without even touching it, and did he just call me a witch? Ok I know I laugh a little weird, but that’s just cruel.

      “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Only truth came of those words.

      “How do you think your family died?” How did he know about that, and did he just accuse me of killing them?

      “Excuse me,” I replied in a confused voice, “I’m sure I misheard you again, but did you just accuse me of being a witch and killing my family?”

       “I apologize if I made it seem like I was implying that because I meant to be a little more subtle. You are a witch, and you did kill your family.” What an ass! My jaw dropped in shock of his ability to be “subtle”. I shook my head and walked past him and out of the creepy alley. I was not going to stand there and let him keep accusing me of such stupid things.

      I pulled out my phone, and dialed Ria’s number. When she picked up, she flipped out.

     “What the hell, we’ve been looking everywhere for you! Where are you I’m coming to pick you up?” she exclaimed and I looked around for a sign.

     “I’m by the….club at 54th.” I didn’t really want to tell her I was by a “men’s club”, but I guess she’ll find out when she gets here. Suddenly the man was right in front of me.