Truly Charmed (Part 3/3)

Chapter 44

ANNA'S POV

I was standing in a circle of candles.

I'm back...

Melinda came running towards me, crying with joy and flung herself in my arms. I was shocked at first, feeling physical human contact. I slowly closed my arms around her, absorbing the feeling of her in my arms.

It was then that everyone came at me, hugging me, crying, laughing. The elders stayed at the back, smiling happily at me. I gradually fitted a smile, still not processing that I was back.

Of course I knew I was a spirit. Nobody can be brought back from the dead.

Once everyone had gotten off me I turned to Wyatt. He still had the shocked crazed look on his face. I slowly walked over to him, not wanting to put him in a more paralytic state than he was.

I stepped out of the circle of candles with ease.

"Wyatt," I said holding out my hand.

He let out a breath that he had been holding and his body relaxed. He then lunged forward. He put his hands on each of my shoulders, holding me in place and pressed his mouth against mine.

I was so taken back I almost lost my balance. His hands smoothed over my back and he held me close to him.

I couldn't do this....

With all my force I pried him off me. As I pushed him away everyone started frowning. Wyatt looked down at me with confusion and hurt.

I wiped my mouth and caught my breath.

"What's wrong?" Wyatt asked me with a furrowing brow.

I was still breathing deeply, reeling over what just happened.

"Why did you kiss me?" I asked.

"Because your my girlfriend and I love you. You died and I've missed you," he could barely get the words out without his voice breaking.

Oh no, he doesn't know...he doesn't know I remember....

I looked around at all the faces in the attic and they all had the same expression as Wyatt. I suddenly realised that Chris wasn't amongst the faces. I suddenly remembered what happened to Chris the moment before I was stabbed.

He was shot...with a darklighter arrow...

Panic starting to overtake my body, I felt my heart begin to race.

"Where's Chris?" I asked frantically.

Everybody's faces dropped and they avoided eye contact with me.

"Where is he?!" I shouted.

"Anna," Melinda spoke up, "he's been taken."

Fear, relief and anger all surged in my body at once. He was alive. He was alright. For what we all know anyway. He's alive enough to be taken. Now, we have to get him back.

"Who took him?" I asked Melinda with a hard expression.

She exchanged looks between me and Wyatt before she spoke.

"Jamie,"

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CHRIS' POV

My hands were bound by rope, entwined with the veiled girls hands. Jamie and the darklighter still held me, their hands wrapped around my neck and shoulders.

The priestess started to chant the binding ritual.

"Jamie, why are you doing this?" I said trying to fight against the darklighter's hands on my jaw.

"I want my great granddaughter to be happy," he answered.

Great Granddaughter?...
Of course. Jamie died in the 40's but his bloodline obviously didn't.

The priestess stopped chanting. She looked down at the veiled girl.

"Do you accept?" She asked.

The veiled girl nodded.

"Yes,"

The priestess turned to me.

"Do you accept?"

I didn't answer. The darklighter pried open my mouth and dropped a pinky red liquid on my tongue.

I suddenly felt different. Jamie and the darklighter let go of me. I looked at my beautiful fiancée. I gently leaned forward and lifted the veil over her head. Underneath, revealed a beautful youth with long, flowing, golden blonde hair and glassy blue eyes. Running down her rosy cheeks and down her neck was a long scar. Even though she had that running down her angelic face she was still my love. My one true love.

"Yes," I began smiling, "I accept."