My Super Depressing Story About How I Became The First One

Chapter Twenty-Five

We sat in the dead silence of the car. I looked at Cain who was pinching the bridge between his eyes. He looked tired and drained. "Could you have killed him?" I asked. He looked at me, his beautiful eyes blue again.

"No," he said plainly. "I was surprised that he didn't fight or dodge me. Werewolves are fast but vampires are faster, stronger. The only time werewolves are stronger is when we change or on a full moon."

"So why did he let his guard down?" I asked, clicking my seatbelt in place.

"I don't think he let his guard down. I think he was toying with me, making me want to hurt him. I don't know what goes on in that twisted head of his. But whatever it is, it is never good nor accidental. We need to keep on high alert. I do not like his interest in you. It is disturbing."

"It is disturbing," I said quietly. I couldn't shake his smile. He looked human, like he cared, but what about? The empathy in his eyes seemed so genuine and almost kind. Does he have a fang boner for me? God, I hope not.

Having the interest of Malicai was bad enough, but if he decided he wanted me, there was nothing much stopping him. But why would he like me, remained a mystery. It wasn't like I was a six foot tall model with legs up to my ears. No I was the complete opposite. Short, petite and a little bit cute, with average size tits. I didn't think that I was that much to look at.

Maybe it was my winning personality, though he didn't know me all too well. I am as slightly above average as they come. I have a pinch of wit, a heavy dash of sarcasm, a handful of sweetness and a good dose of compassion. That is about it. I care for those I love, forgave those who hurt, and laughed with those I could. Apart from being the first witch in centuries, I am as normal as you can get.

I thought about asking Cain why he left out parts of my story, like my ancestor combining my powers with me. But I thought it best to wait until we were at least a few miles away from Malicai. I couldn't help but feel like he had eyes and ears everywhere.

"What do you think he wants with me?" I asked.

"I really don't know," he said as we pulled away from the mansion. "There is no doubt that he has some sort of creepy infatuation with you."

"You don't think he will do anything to me, do you?" The thought terrified me, making my blood run cold. The king of all vampires had the ways and means to do whatever he so desires with me, if he truly wanted to.

"I wouldn't put it passed him. But right now, we need to focus on your training. You will need to practice on strengthening your power."

"How?" I asked. No one knew anything about my powers or where to begin with them.

"Frost tells me you lose control sometimes when you train with him," he said as he expertly navigated his way around the narrow roads of the darkened country side.

"Yes, but I hurt him every time I hit him with my...lightening," I stumbled on a better word for the magic that exploded from my palms every now and then and lightening just seemed a little corny.

"That is why you will train with the both of us from now on. Frost is one of our strongest, but I am much stronger. So we will be able to truly gage the strength of your power by how much damage you can do to me. Besides, we are werewolves, it takes a lot to bring us down," he said, flashing me his famous cheeky grin.

I thought about it. It made sense to practice my powers. It was my natural ability that no one else had. If I was able to master it, it would be a great advantage. And when it came to blood sucking, murderous men with a possible obsession with me, great advantages helped.

"Ok, so let's say I agree, how do you propose we do it?" I asked cautiously.

Cain shrugged his broad shoulders. It wasn't as delicate and as graceful as Malicai's shrug, but it was still remarkably fluid. "I haven't truly thought it through yet. But I assume we would both battle you simultaneously, so you feel the pressure and would be more likely to lose control. Then we will work from there."

"So push me to my breaking point and see how it works?"

"Pretty much," he said.

"Ok I think I got you now. I know the beginnings of it anyway. Before, when Malicai was being an arrogant prick about Andy, I could feel my power rising with my anger. It starts out as an itch. So if I focus on my energy when I feel the itching sensation, then maybe I can direct it, forcing all my energy to my palms," I said. It was starting to make sense now.

"That could be the theory. What we really need is a grimoire that once belonged to a powerful witch. There would surely be something in it that would explain everything a lot better."

"We need Madeline's grimoire," I said.

Cain shook his head. "That would be impossible. The vampires have it."

"Why?" I asked.

"I don't know. They would have stolen it from the church after they burned her. It's just common knowledge that they have always had it."

"Oh," I said quietly, feeling a little deflated. Then I had a thought. "Wouldn't it be my birth right? Couldn't I just claim it from Malicai?"

"It would be pretty to think so and you would most probably be right, but Malicai does not know you are her descendant, nor does he work that way"

"How come you didn't tell him about Madeline and the dream?" I asked finally. I deemed it safe to ask, now that we were a few miles from the vampire residence.

He looked at me through the darkness of the car. "I didn't think he needed to know. And I thought it could somewhat be an advantage that we could use against him if need be."

"But now I won't be able to just march up to him and ask for the grimoire."

"No, you wouldn't, and it is safer that way. If Malicai knew that you were of her line, he would become more interested and I doubt very much that he would want you to grow into your powers." he said.

"But I am of no threat to him," I said, questionably.

"Ah, but you are. Witches are the only being in the world that can kill vampires easily, if they learnt the right spell. You could possibly be the biggest threat to him. That may be why he has a certain desire for you. He wants to know what you know, so he can keep a close eye on your progress. I fear that he may kill you or use you if you grow too strong. But you need to grow to protect yourself. It is not always a full moon and you may not always be with Frost or me."

I sat in silence, slumping my shoulders. The last thing I want is to be threat to the Vampires. It was bad enough that they are what there are but posing a threat to them was like startling a wild animal, which usually meant getting your face ripped off. I may not be entirely happy with my face, but I am still rather attached to it.

"So how do we find another grimoire?" I asked, moving on. Find a problem easier to fix, than trying to move a mountain. It had become obviously clear that I wouldn't be getting my hands on Madeline's grimoire anytime soon, so I decided to move on to the next best thing.

"That is another thing I still need to figure out," he said sheepishly.

"So we are on our own for the mean time?"

"Looks that way, yes."

I nodded. There was nothing more I could say or do. I was use to being on my own anyway and I'm pretty confident that we would find a way, and if not, then we would just have to deal with as it comes. I'm not really the type to sweat the small stuff. I leave that to the others. My main priority is my powers. I had some idea on how they worked, and that just came naturally, so I hope the rest would too.

I thought of the first witches, and how they would have come into their own abilities. They would have learnt it all by trial and error. That was what I had to do now. Start from scratch. If I was the religious type, I would pray that it worked, but I was not one of faith, so I hoped. Hope was all I had. Hope and determination, not to be dinner for the vampire king, or worse, his pet.