Witch Of NY

'Do you believe that all magic is evil?' She whispered to him, as they lay down on the dark green grass gazing at the stars.
'Yes.'
'What makes you say that?'
'That's what my father told me.' He told her.
'Alex?'
'Yes, Beth?'
'How did she die?'
He took a deep breath and replied darkly,
'My father killed that filthy witch.'
'But.. I mean.. why did he kill her?'
'He was a witch hunter like me. And she happened to be a witch. He valued his job more than his wife, so when he found out he killed her in her sleep. Good choice. Filthy idiotic woman. I am ashamed to call her my mother.'
'Would you kill me if I was a witch?'
'Of course.'
The words struck her. She sat up straight very quickly and promised herself to never to reveal her true identity.