Rest In Peace: 300 Year Old Witch

Chapter 3

Awkwardly shifting in the leather seat, I gripped the black strap placed on my bodice, the sheer force of the acceleration forcing me back. I gulped nervously, turning to look out the window.

It was impossible to make out the view. Seeing how quickly we were going, it was not a surprise. I frowned as I watched the trees blur in the distance. The speed too fast for my taste.

"I understand that we are off schedule, but must you hurry like so?" I asked, my knuckles turning white. Just as quickly as I had finished asking, Warren turned a right.

The action threw me the other way and I gripped the seat for dear life, a yelp escaping my lips. As we've reached a straighter, calmer path, I readjusted myself and unclasped my pale shaking hands from the seat, its strength sapped.

"Please do understand. You can't go to class late on your first day. It will give a bad impression." The villainous man stated as he continued to turn a few more corners. I murmured foul words under my breath as my head bumped the window at the last turn.

Alas, a ray of hope beamed at the distance as an old bricked building came into view. This miserable experience was about to end.

"This." I started. "This monstrosity is not a carriage. It is a torture chamber." We wheeled to a stop and I quickly faced to the door, trying to escape the grips of this freakish atrocity. The heinous metal shuttle Warren called a 'car'.

At first, I was intrigued. Intrigued by its smooth curves and slick black color. By the lights that shone even brighter than the sun. By the beauty and magnificence of this man made transporter. Never did I realize that looks could be deceiving. Staring at the complexity of its 'door' - if it even is one - I sat there frozen, unable to locate the doorknob.

Must this machine trouble my until the end. What on earth drove humanity to create such a thing?

In the midst of my psychological struggle, the door opened as if it had read my own mind. Thinking that the powers of my mind had completed the task, a small smile graced my lips. The dream was quickly shattered when my eyes met Warren's green ones.

He had circled the car and opened the door. I frowned in defeat as I held a hand, waiting for Warren to assist me. Taking his hand, I hurriedly slid my foot out, taking in the view.

The building looked quite old. Seeing the familiar structure, it seemed to be built around a hundred years back.

Once I fully exited, I peered through Warren's back, seeing the trees that littered the premises of this edifice. Its tall, large structured design, intimidating.

The air around it felt odd. Cold. Silent. My eyes then trailed to ivy that had started to crawl up its red brick walls. Its leaves looking more like an ornament than a living plant.

What on earth had Warren gotten me into.

I breathed a sigh as we entered through the weathered stone arch of the building, my hand on Warren's as he escorted me to the building. Not a single soul in sight.

I shivered as my bare legs felt the rise of a cold breeze. Immediately, I regretted the simple black dress I had worn. Though the long sleeves were paired with a thick blue coat that cut at my waist, its short knee length design did not help at all.

Why must I be intrigued by the oddest things? Had I not been interested by this short length, I would've worn those warm trousers Warren had recommended.

The gust of wind blew past me as the doors opened. My long silken hair followed, dancing in the wind. As my other hand shielded my face, the glass doors moved behind us. Once the entryway shut, the wind's movements stopped, leaving us both disheveled and disgruntled.