My Super Depressing Story About How I Became The First One

Chapter Six

I sat with the cup of tea Cain had made for me, between my hands, after some several minutes of me sitting staring into space. My mind blank. I watched the steam swirl just above the surface of the now cooling liquid.

I hadn't said a word since they had dropped the 'W' bomb on me. A witch? Seriously? How the hell can I be a witch? Witches don't exist. It's impossible. And why hadn't I figured this out sooner? I have never done anything remarkable to make me think that I could be a witch, ever. The only time something strange happened to me, was when I had my first encounter with Cain. How could it be possible? It had to be a mistake. It was the only thing I could think of to explain this situation. The thing is, I don't have any family left to ask.

But then again, I have survived things that other people haven't, like a head on collision. Could that be because I am a witch or was I just lucky? The doctors said I was very lucky, emphasis on the very. But I never saw it that way.

I didn't want to think too hard about that in detail. Especially now with all this serious A-class drama going on.

I looked over at Cain, who sat on the white leather armchair. He sat with his ankle crossed over his knee. His hands clasped over his stomach, twiddling his thumbs. He looked relaxed and casual, lucky for some I guess.

I opened my mouth to say something, but I closed it. Thing is, I had no idea what to say. So I went back to looking at my tea.

Cain sat forward, "Are you ok Savannah? You haven't said a word since we told you what you are." I caught Evelyn moving closer to me from the window seat, out of the corner of my eye.

"I know it is hard to except the gift you have, but I am never wrong. I am actually quite surprised that I didn't pick it up earlier, but I have never met a witch before, so I didn't know your energy," she said as she sat down next to me.

"Am I seriously the only witch in centuries?" I asked.

"Yes, well that we know of. Madeline Jacobs was The Last Witch. Legend says, she was hunted for a decade before the church caught her and burned her at the stake. And that was the last of the coven," answered Evelyn.

"And there were no survivors?"

"Her niece managed to get away, but she was a null, and adopted according to records, so she didn't have any abilities. They didn't think her a threat. Madeline was the last of the direct witch bloodline, or so they thought."

"A null?" I asked. What the heck was a null?

"Human. No supernatural abilities what so ever," answered Cain.

I thought my head was about to explode. How could I not have known all of this? How could I not know what I was or about Madeline Jacobs? "How did I not know this? Apart from my encounter with Cain, nothing 'magical' has happened to me," I said, using my fingers for quotation marks.

"Cain and I discussed this in the kitchen, we think that maybe you have never met anyone supernatural before," said Evelyn.

"I know I haven't met anyone supernatural," I was certain of it, don't ask how, I just am.

"Well our theory is that you have no shields. You are raw, so you're unable to protect yourself from other energies, or powers. We think Cain triggered your powers," said Evelyn, using big hand gestures.

"You are powerful enough to break through my shields. I found you outside that club because I could sense you," said Cain, scratching the stubble on his chin. He looked at me with his serious blue eyes. No sign of that boyish grin. The seriousness of his eyes made me frown at him.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked, it all was confusing the crap out of me. I wished that things would start making sense but somehow I knew it wouldn't.

"Very. It means that you're lucky it was me that found you and not someone or something else. It also means you are very powerful,"

"How does it mean that I am powerful?"

"Savannah, I felt your presence, like I had been hit by a truck and I was a block away,"

"A block away? How is that possible? And why? And how the fuck haven't I not come across other supernaturals?"

"That's what I want to find out. I am guessing that your power sensed me, and released itself. But apart from what we have told you, we know nothing," said Cain looking down at his hands. He ran his hand through his hair, which had started the day as a ponytail, now hung loosely down to his shoulders. I gazed at the loose curls. I wonder if they were as soft as they looked.

I decided to get back to conversation, before Cain noticed that I was staring. "So how do we find the answers that we are looking for?"

"We are still figuring that one out," he said, smiling at me.

"Don't hurt yourself," I joked.

"Please, someone this fabulous, does not hurt himself," he said, flashing his grin.

"Oh, sorry me for assuming so," I laughed.

"It's ok, I think I can forgive you."

I smiled. "Ok then, what do we do now?"

"I think it is best if you stay here for now. If we know what you are, it won't be long before others find out too," he said pinching the bridge between his eyes. It must be a habit he had when he was thinking.

"Others? Are there other werewolves that aren't apart of your pack," I asked.

"That is a possibility but very rare. No there are other things that could find you a threat. I will explain later but for the meantime, we need to get back to your apartment and pick up a few things," he said, standing up. "You also need to let you flat mate know that you're not dead."

"She won't be too worried, I have only been gone for a couple hours."

"You and Evelyn were out for three hours, stuck in Madeline's memory," he said. I looked at Evelyn, I didn't know that she was in the memory with me as well.

"Three hours? Why so long?" I asked, puzzled.

Evelyn stepped forward, "The spirit world is like dreams, everything is..." she waved her hands around trying to find a way to explain it, "Every ten minutes in the spirit world is an hour in our world."

"So in the thirty minutes we spent in Madeline's memory was three hours here?"

"Yes," she answered.

"How come we didn't lose an hour when I entered Cain's memories?" I asked.

"Cain is very much alive. His memories are still active and on his person. Whereas Madeline has been gone for centuries, along with her memories. They are lost in the fade. But your tie to her allowed us to enter the fade and access them. Being in the fade is a lot different to being inside another's mind."

"I think I understand," I said.

But I had spent near five hours away from home and by the time we got back it would be dark. I patted my pocket for my phone to ring Andy, to let her know that I was going to be late home. It was a safety thing that we insisted on doing, especially in a big city. But my phone wasn't in my pocket. Crap, I had forgotten to take it of the charge at my apartment. I hope that Andy wouldn't be too worried.