Acceptance

Chapter 26

The demon stayed true to her word, giving us a full twenty four hours to evacuate all churches. Now though we were having to deal with many humans trying to rise against us. The mountain was divided between humans and the supernatural. Many of the supernatural are debating just letting the humans face the demons and watch them become extinct. Others think we should just lock them in the mountain while we deal with this. After all humans were a vampires main source of food. Animals are fine but humans are more plentiful and repopulate quickly. Plus not all humans are against us. A good five percent are on our side. It's better than nothing I suppose.

I was sparring with Nathaniel and Pyrus when a woman I wish I never saw again came into the make shift training room. She still wore the coven's crest with pride around her neck, her crescent moon tattoo on her forehead not covered by concealer. Her silver hair was neatly styled in an up do, and her clothes pressed and expensive. "Briana," I greeted with a nod, holding back my growl. "I heard you were still alive and mated, I wanted to come see it for myself," She said, her tone as cold as the day she disowned me as her grand daughter. "So you could do what," I asked her. She sighed, as if she regrets coming here. "All of my other daughters were killed by demons," She told me. "None of them having children before they passed away."

My blood froze, as I realized what that meant. "You're the last remaining heir, Alice," She told me. I shook my head, "Fuck that." "If you don't take over the coven when I die, anyone even remotely linked to the coven, will lose their magic forever. Including you," She told me. "Meaning these demons you keep going out to slaughter, you won't be immune to. The holy magic you have, you won't be able to use." Meaning when the time comes, I won't be able to seal away the King.

"When mom died, you disowned me," I told her. "When mom died, you left me with that pack! When I was of age, I was raped and then kicked out, because you left me! Now you come here, telling me, I'm the only heir to the coven?" She looked me down with an even stare, emotionless. "I don't know if you don't realize this grandmother, but I have five mates, so if I have a child with them, that child's witch blood will become almost nonexistent, and they may not even have magic." "Your blood is fifty percent witch, twenty five percent wolf, and twenty five percent vampire," She said. "That is because the silver was killing your wolf and the vampire had to replace what had already been killed."

She knew about that?

"Just because I disowned you, doesn't mean I never kept tabs on you child. You were my last link to Laurel, and I couldn't let you go entirely," She told me. "As for your witch magic and any children you have, they too will have fifty percent while the other parts be made smaller, because it's our blood line that is keeping the magic in our coven." I shook my head, "They're not my coven."

She unbuttoned her expensive suit jacket, "How about a wager? We fight and if I win, then you will take over the coven when I pass away. If you win, then I will leave you alone." I clenched my jaw before nodding. This was my one shot at some form of revenge, and I was going to take it. I nodded, "You've got a deal." "Is this smart," Nathaniel asked me softly. I nodded, "I need this." They nodded and went to go sit on the side. Cindy, Shelton, and Drake then appeared and sat next to them. My grandmother walked to the mat, in her heels. She then had a warriors staff appear in her hands. My heart fell in my gut as a warrior's crown appeared on her head. She was one of the witches that fought in the Magic war a hundred years ago. Witches weren't immortal, but they had very long life spans. I made some daggers appear and charged at her with my vampire speed. She blocked me with the staff, and a bolt of electricity shot from it, and hit me in the chest. I yelped as I flew back. I rolled on the floor, rolling to my feet. I changed my daggers, for a staff with a rubber core. I charged her again and this time we clashed without it shocking me. The magic wasn't something I should've worried about. It was my grandmother's skill in combat. She slammed her head into mine, and then used the shock I was in to sweep my legs out from under me. I slammed into the floor and she pointed her staff at me. "Give in," She asked me.