Bloodline - Chapter 3: Don't Be A Bitch About It
31st October 2016
"So, you're basically telling me I'm some kind of a
freak?!" I yelled at my aunt and slammed with my mug against kitchen
table. "It isn't enough that everybody thinks my father was crazy bastard
and now I'm what? A-a medium? Psychotic witch or what?"
Erika rolled her eyes so hard I thought they won't come back
from her skull and crossed her arms. She was leaning against the doorframe and
obviously losing her patience with me. "I didn't say you're a freak. I
said you're a special type of witch such as myself and your father. And if you
could just calm yourself down I would tell you more."
"My dad was no such thing. I would know it!" Erika
just raised her eyebrows at me.
"Would you? Really?" There were hints of tiredness
and disappointment in her voice and I looked at her once more. If she was
telling the truth then maybe this thing was why my father wasn't speaking to
her and always got so mad about her. I opened my mouth to speak but she was
turning away from me and walking away. "Think about it. Think it through
and let me know," were her words before she disappeared into the house and
I was left alone.
After few hours of thinking this situation thoroughly, I
wasn't feeling sane. Let alone like myself and through my mind was running only
one thought - I didn't know him at all. Erika told me long story short, without
much details but I knew there was so
much more she wasn't telling me.
I found myself sitting on a bench behind Erika's house,
looking into the river and even though the sight should calm me, I felt my
anger slowly rise. The consequences of my father's decision sunk in my mind.
How did he dare kept it from me? My creepy birthright could be threatening but
also life-saving. Not to mention I was a bit old to start to learn everything I
could. Erika with my father? They were born to it. They were learning things
since they could talk and walk so they could defend themselves. Me? No, my
father's decision was to keep me totally blind. Like a newborn.
I was so angry! It was driving me mad. "You dick. You
made those important decisions without me, then you left me! I was your
daughter for fuck's sake, you were supposed to be here for me, teach me all
those things I don't know about. So what
do you do instead? Instead of teaching your daughter not to be lame? You
get yourself killed alongside with my mother. Great job, you deserve the Dad of
the year award!"
With anger slowly leaving my body, I felt unbelievable pain.
I didn't realize during my monolog I was waving with my hands around me.
"Fucking ribs," I moaned and sit down on the bench again. Tears
prickled in my eyes but I didn't want to cry. That would include sobbing and my
ribs would be hurting more.
"Are you okay?" Peter. Great, just great.
"What do you think? I'm feeling awesome." I said,
irony dripping from every word and I looked at him with reddened eyes.
He carefully sat down beside me, elbows resting against his
knees and looked at my mess over his shoulder. "I heard something about
dad award or something. Care to explain?"
And I laughed. I laughed so hard it fucking hurt but I
didn't care. Peter was looking at me like as was some kind of lunatic but it
didn't matter. This was so ironic. I really doubted Erika didn't say a word but
maybe he wanted to know my point of view - to take a bit of that burden off my
shoulders. I didn't know. I didn't know him,
but that was the beauty of it. Sometimes it's easier to talk to complete
stranger than your own family. "Yeah, well. He's dead. My mum too," I
said, bit of that hysterical laugh still in my voice. His eyes didn't soften as
I expected.
"That happens a lot. Everybody must go there some day."
"Fair enough."
"It's a fucked up situation but don't be a bitch about
it. You can't change it and sooner you realize that, the sooner it will hurt
less."
Maybe I should feel offended but surprisingly I wasn't. His
words made sense. My parents didn't choose to die. My dad didn't choose to kill
mum. He did choose to keep supernatural world from me.
"I'm bitch about feeling I didn't know him at
all."
He laughed. "Yeah, that's your fight."
"I know. And I know I'm no wolf."
Peter grinned at me and something flashed in his eyes.
"We'll see about that."
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When I came back into the house later that day, I was
feeling better. I found my aunt in the basement and realized I haven't been
there before. Walls were full of painted symbols I didn't understand, on
shelves there were herbs with full and empty flacons. When I took a better look
around myself, I found small table where mortar was placed with opened book and
a knife. A bit further from this was corner full of pillows which were lying on
thick carpet. It looked cozy.
Erika stood in front of a bookcase, holding some kind of
grimoire. "So you came to your senses?"
"I need to know the truth." I was sure I looked
like a five year old child in my home clothes, tugging my sleeve and looking
around myself like Alice in Woderland. My aunt just smiled.
"I will start from the beginning, so you can sit
down." I dragged myself to the 'cozy corner' (as I decided to call it in
my mind) and sat down. "Magic always terrified normal people, so we were
hiding who we were, who we are. Many of us rejected magic - like my brother,
your father. Sometimes it ended awfully, sometimes not and sometimes...
Sometimes magic found its way to younger generations of long forgotten
blood." She sadly smiled at me and spread her fingers across the page the
book was opened on. "There are many witches, many types. Some of them can
only talk to the spirits of the dead but nothing more. Some can see pieces of
the future and some can't do anything but feel the presence of supernatural.
The meaning of witch isn't you only cast spells and make potions. Being a witch
means knowing your history, finding balance with nature and your powers because
everything you've done and will do comes from your core. Not everything is
white or black and mostly you'll find yourself in grey. You and I... It's
complicated so ask questions if something isn't clear enough. You and I, we are
witches, yes. But not so common in our circles. You see, most witches use
charms and spells. Magic blood that's flowing through their veins is harmless
for other supernatural creatures. They can't use it while making potions
because it has no effect. Our blood makes everything stronger and has to be
given willingly or then it has the same effect as a poison."
I never noticed those little scars that marked her hands,
especially her fingers. She noticed what I was looking at and smiled.
"Yes, well. I don't feel it anymore, but I am much older."
"Let's say something supernatural bites me. So I'm
bitten and what happens now?"
"Nothing. You would probably die."
"But you said-"
"I am well aware what I said. But unlike me or your
father, you didn't undergo your Awakening. So right now? Your blood is like
everybody else's. That's why I need to teach you firstly about herbs and
symbols, you need to memorize some spells before
Awakening. Because then? Then that thing that killed John and Susan will come
for you. You would be dead the second your blood awakens. I will make some
preparations, make it easier for you. But you need to learn."
I nodded weakly. "What was that thing? That
night."
"Long forgotten evil not from our world. When I said we
were and are hiding our powers from normal people - they aren't the true
reason. Hunters, creatures who could and would harm us are the true reason."
Her expression darkened as she turned her back to me and grabbed another book
from one of the shelves. "Centuries ago there was a witch. She took a
bigger bite than she could handle. From what I've read some of our ancestors
were forced to bind a demon she summoned with our bloodline and sent him back
to where he belonged."
"What happened to her?"
"She was arrogant, stupid and fell in love with
darkness. It whispered about great power and she fell for it. Every
supernatural creature can. That's why it's so important for us to know our
history, learn from mistakes. You see it often - witch that fell in love with a
good werewolf, with a vampire, with another wizard. If they are good, harmless
to mortals and don't kill, it's not so big problem. If you let yourself to be
used by darkness and evil? It's better to have plan B how to get rid of it
before it's too late. Because then? You will be killed."
Her face had deadly serious expression and I didn't, not
even for a second, doubted about her words. If you mess things up, you get
yourself killed. I knew that first-handed.
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