Truly Charmed (Part 3/3)

Chapter 42

ANNA'S POV

"Barbas you have to tell me how make contact!" I shouted.

I had been stuck with Barbas for what seemed like a lifetime. The demon that had attacked me in the manor had followed me from place to place. I dragged Barbas along with me so he could tell me what he knew. Although getting him to tell me the information that I needed was proven more difficult than I anticipated.

"There it is, that temper again. You know you should really see someone for that," Barbas answered me.

I had taken him to P3 since it was the only place I found safe in this ghost world.

I couldn't deal with him anymore. I'd rather be by myself and learn than be around him for another five minutes. I began to walk away from the bar and headed up the stairs.

"I wouldn't do that, you know with that creeper demon after you," he called after me.

I stopped.

Creeper demon...

"The thing that's after me is a creeper demon?" I asked.

Barbas just picked at his nails as he rested his feet up on a chair.

I stormed towards him. When I reached him I grabbed his legs and pushed them off the table and kicked the chair to the floor.

"Barbas! Answer me Damn it!" I screamed.

Barbas' gaze trailed up my body until he met my eyes.

"That's how you make contact," he said in a low voice.

"What? What are you talking about?" I asked him, confused on his babbling.

"What you did just then. You get angry. You make contact with human world," he answered standing up.

I had to process what he was trying to tell me for a minute.

To make contact I have to get angry?...

Suddenly it all made sense.

"You mean whatever I do over here, affects what happens over there?" I thought aloud.

Barbas just shrugged his shoulders.

"But how am I going to know if anyone will see what I'm doing?" I asked myself.

Barbas groaned.

"You're a ghost Anna, go and do what ghosts do."

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WYATT'S POV

I was hunched over the book, exhausted from looking through it ten times. Very thoroughly.

Melinda was slouched on the sofa, red rimmed eyes from all the crying she had done.

Everyone was downstairs scrying and looking for Chris. But it was silent up in the attic.

"Wyatt," Melinda's small voice spoke up, "maybe we should just go downstairs with everyone else. Help find Chris."

I rubbed my eyes and covered my face.

"No, no I can't leave Anna. She's out there somewhere and I'm going to find her," I protested and opened the book again.

Melinda got up off the sofa and slowly walked over to me.

"Wyatt, maybe she's moved on and found peace-"

"No she wouldn't do that," I interrupted in a hurt tone.

"All I'm saying is that perhaps there's nothing to find. Anna's gone Wyatt and I don't think she's coming back," Melinda said in a gentle and quiet voice.

I was trying my best not to cry but the tears oozed out from eyes one by one. Melinda placed her hand on mine. My hand was gripping the edges of the book, not wanting to give up the search. However I finally brought myself to tear my hand away.

"We have to go and find Chris," Melinda reminded me.

She pulled my hand and my body reluctantly went with her. We walked side by side out of the attic, holding each others hands.

I didn't want to leave. I wanted to turn back and rip through every page in the book to try and find her. But Melinda was right. My brother was out there. In danger. Nobody knows what's happening to him right now. The search for Anna can always wait but we don't know how much longer Chris can.

Melinda and I were almost out of the door when there was a loud crash behind us. We whipped around to see what was there.

Then on the floor, with the podium knocked over was the Book Of Shadows.

Anna....

I sprinted over to the book immediately. I kneeled beside it, not touching it incase it moved again.

Suddenly the pages were moving. The moved one by one slowly and then picked up the pace, as if a gust o wind was blowing them.

The pages finally stopped. I looked at the page that it had stopped on and my heart began to beat faster.

"Melinda! It's Anna!" I shouted over to her.

Her face was a mask of confusion but she ran over to me to see what I was talking about.

"Wyatt what do you mean it's Anna?" She asked.

Tears were falling down my face with joy.

"I know where Anna is," I began smiling, "She's in the ghostly plane."