Only The Young | ✔

Chapter Eleven

The next morning, the whole town was at the funeral for the both dead girls, Bathsheba's sister and Tehani's grandmother. All of them except for Pollux and his friends, they knew there was nothing they'd find snooping at the funeral and no one would expect them there anyway, they didn't know the girls personally in any way. So they brooded at La Suntuoso and slurped on milkshakes, refilling their cups every time courtesy of the money Yurika had found stashed in the pockets of her old jeans.

Luckily for them, this version of Eden also took Ewreburg dollars.

Pollux kicked his leg lazily at Yurika who rewarded him with a scowl and he returned it with an innocent smile. Castor looked worse for wear and at the same time ridiculous in the 40s clothes he wore, he looked paler than usual and had prominent bags under his eyes and every few seconds they would droop with tiredness.

Pollux knew that his brother didn't catch a wink of sleep in that musty smelling house they stayed in, something was bothering his twin and Pollux wasn't sure he wanted to know what it was.

"There are two types of magic, pure magic and blood magic." Tehani said suddenly, picking at a loose thread on the tablecloth and leaned back on her chair.

"What's the difference, they do the same shit." Yuri said hoarsely, she had still not touched her sandwich and was glaring at it like it was a pile of crap.

Pollux watched as Tehani shot her a look.

"They don't do the same thing, Yuri." She chided. Pollux still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that out of all four of them, three had strange abilities that couldn't be spoken out in public or this version of Eden either, you'd only get stoned to death. In the present Eden, you'd get laughed at or probably get checked into Einstein house for lunatics at the next town, Sunville.

Witchcraft and magical creatures were real, like Yurika and Castor. Some part of him had always chalked up his brother's strange affinity for death as something else even after knowing what his mother was, but magic was real, and some other part of him still doubted even know. Pollux knew he'd only believe in it if he saw it with his own eyes, but what else did he still need. He had seen enough proof, they had managed to time travel from 2020 to 1949.

"Pure magic is in the blood, dad used to say," Tehani was saying, Castor cut her off with an incredulous snort.

"Your dad practices?" Castor asked.

Tehani grinned for a flitting moment. "How do you think he's stayed Mayor of Eden for ten years?"

His twin was rendered speechless.

"Witches with pure magic come from bloodline of powerful witches, and this kind of magic cannot be taught. You either have it or don't." Tehani continued.

"Like you," Pollux hummed. She nodded.

"Blood magic is dangerous, forbidden even. It can be taught, anyone can do it," She said, adding after she saw Yuri's questioning gaze. "Yes, even you."

"Blood magic is like trading, you ask for something with a spell and pay with your blood or the blood of another. Rituals are common with this kind of magic and whatever is killing people in this town is using that kind of magic." She finished.

"That still takes us nowhere, we know our villain but we don't know what it is or it's next moves." Castor said, he slouched in his seat and drummed a beat on the table, pausing when they saw Gustavo approach them with a pitcher of milkshake on a tray in his hands.

Pollux blinked at him, unable to wrap his head at the fact that his young man was his grandfather, or would be and if he thought that Tehani looked too similar to the woman who had died a few days ago, then he didn't show it. Yurika had tried to make her look different with a bit of make up that they had swiped from the grocery store but she still didn't look all that different.