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I decided on missing school. So so as I walk home up the rickety, steps of the entrance I saw Ambrose running from the embalming room, meaning we had a customer. I walk down the stairs hopefully finding tranquility near the dead. Walking down the stairs I hear the footsteps of Ambrose and I can only assume to be my aunties. "What are you doing here?" Ambrose questioned with slight worry in his tone. "Here to look at the dead bodies." I said with a smile. Ambrose just rolled his eyes and lead aunties to the body on the metal table. Ambrose grabbed the arm of the young boy, and what seemed like a witch mark was embedded into his arm. "Is that a-" I started before I was cut of my Aunt Zelda. "Its a birthmark." "Except I poked it, and" Hilda took a step forward as the scalpel came out from the mark, and finished everyones thoughts. "It doesn't blood." "Its a witch mark." I speak up. "or its simply that his blood started to settle in his buttocks." I chuckled at aunties remark before Ambrose spoke up again. "But if it is a witch's mark and Connor here was murdered." Hilda finished of the sentence. "A witch hunter? Is that possible?" Ambrose replied in a shrill voice "Might be worth bringing up to the council." I begin to leave the room as my family begin to talk about Sabrina and her safety given to her by joining the Church.
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I shot up from my bed when I heard the door open. I ran down the ever lasting stairs until I was met with Sabrina. "Where have you been then?" I ask her teasingly. "Done the dirty deed yet?" I tease more. "Oh shush you! I went apple picking!" She sassed back. " Is that an innuendo." Before we carried on chatting a nervous blast of emotions rose up inside of me as our names were summoned. "Scarlett, Sabrina." The shrill voice of auntie Hilda was heard through the living room. "Were in here." She carried on. We began to take long strides into the room.
"Are these the children?" The bent over, pale man asked resting on his cane perched on the dark red sofa. "It is your Excellency" Aunt Zelda spoke in a stern voice."These are our nieces, Sabrina and Scarlett." Hilda informed. "Oh, my child." He repeated twice to the both of us. "You have no idea how special you are, do you? How you've both been chosen." He spoke to us both moving his head to left to right as we stood next to each other. "Um do we know you? Honestly I hope not." I whisper the last bit to Sabrina as she chuckles. "Forgive her Father, she knows not what she says. Girls we are being honoured tonight. This is Faustus Blackwood. He's High Priest of the Church of Night." Aunt Zelda seeks in her stern, monotone voice still. Sweat starts to bead my forehead after realising who I was talking to. "Please accept my apology Father." I quickly yelp out scared of the consequences. "My child, there is no need to apologise you are a great asset to us." "Your aunts tell me you are both having doubts." He looks between us both. "No I am not, I am set on the path of night. Is this about cleaning the temple thing if it is I am fully willing to do it for now on I swear." I speak quickly as nerves take other as I am not willing to lose the opportunity to lose out on the path of Night. Hilda tugs on my arm pulling me aside. "We want you to talk to him Father Blackwood just in case the older Kinkle boy clouds your decision." Her voice is kind with slight hints of worry. "Me and Tommy broke up. His no longer in the picture. Theres nothing I want more then to walk the path of Night." I reply half-heartedly whilst keeping a smile. From the corner of my eye I see concern etched onto Sabrinas face as she over hears the conversation. "Auntie may I be excused to yanno go go!" I asked. "Off course" Aunt Hilda replied with concern on her face as well. I gave her the realest smile I could muster up before I walked up the stairs with no more words spoken.
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Lying in my bed prepared for bed, a knock is sounded on my door, Aunt Hilda entered. She sat at the end of my bed. "Your a lot like father you know?" She spoke quietly. "Stubborn." I laughed before answering with a sarcastic "well thanks." "He would be proud of you, both of you and going through with the baptism is what he wanted for you both." I started to reminisce on everything I've been told about my father. "I know, thats why I'm happy to do it. This is the path I want to take." She rose from the bed and wished me the best of sleeps. Before sleep over took my body.
