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“That’s not hard to believe at all.” I murmured, thinking back to the meek and obedient girl I’d met, trapped within the walls of the warehouse our father called his home. “Does sunlight hurt you? I never asked how it affected you, being half vampire and all..”
Holly shrugged, following me out the backdoor. “It’s not painful or anything, but I do sunburn very easily. After awhile I start to feel a bit tingly, but I’ve never tested it longer than an hour or two.”
“Well, if you ever want to try again just let me know.” I assured her, succumbing to the slight flutter in my chest when she gave me an enthusiastic nod.
I padded across the patio and hefted the small box of supplies into my arms, kicking open the door and descended the stone staircase into the field that served as our back yard. It was here, beneath the blossoming light of the moon, that we would attempt the protection spell
“I’ll make sure I call you.” Her voice was laced with anticipation, flecked with dollops of hope that made me wonder if a happy ending weren’t an impossibility. She bounced on the b***s of her feet, flipping her ebony braid over her shoulder. “I’ll admit, I’m a bit nervous… and excited. We’re both powerful, I can feel it. There’s no way this won’t succeed.”
“You think so?” I asked, my eyes on the task of setting things up for the spell. More than once I scanned the page, ensuring I followed each and every direction down to the smallest of details. “I heard you were doing incredible at calling on your magic…” I trailed off. “I haven’t been doing as well, but I’m trying. It just seems to be a bit more spontaneous is all.”
“Pay attention to what it feels like when you use magic, it’ll make it easier to call on it again. I can feel your power, Daisy. We’re sisters, but your magic isn’t quite like mine. It’s…it’s different.” She hummed, closing her eyes, and furrowing her brows together as though she were concentrating. When they popped open, the same shade of blue as my own, they flashed with hidden knowledge. “It’s older and much more volatile than mine, but there are some similarities too. Our magic is rooted in darkness, but that doesn’t make it evil. No matter what you do, or how it manifests itself, remember that. Don’t fear it, embrace it.”
I took every shred of her advice, accepting reassurance from the little sister I’d always wanted but never knew I had. This was what I’d been wanting those months after my father’s d***h, a relationship where we could talk to one another, where we could recount the experiences and events that led us to where we were today.
“Are you ready?” I asked, stepping into the ring of black pillared candles I created, cradling a few of the rough crystals in my hands.
Holly met my eyes, her mischievous grin matching my own. “Let’s do this.”
As she said the words, the wicks of each candle went up in flame, bursting to life in one spontaneous whoosh.
We faced one another within the circle, a chunk of the dark colored crystal in each of our hands. Black
Tourmaline was what the book called it, a stone meant to protect both the witches casting the spell and the subject in question.
Within each pillared candle a piece of Nolan’s hair was burned, the smoke thick as it curled into the air and vanished within seconds.
I had taken the day memorizing the spell, committing the words to memory. Holly was able to recall them on command, which I found incredibly impressive since my memory was lackluster at best. Every facet of the spell was important, and even the smallest of slip ups could alter the outcome.
The two of us raised the stones above our heads, tilting our chins towards the new moon that hung in the sky.
I let out a slow breath, relaxing my shoulders as the words flowed from my thoughts to my lips. “I call on the Goddess of the Moon, mistress of the night and all who walk her path. Come to thee, hear your daughter’s cries, hear our pleas cast into the sky!”
As hard as I tried to ignore it, the amulet Rowena had given me began to warm around my neck.
Though the feeling wasn’t unpleasant, it was distracting. Holly’s voice snared my attention, both calm and confident despite the weight of the spell we were casting.
“I call on the Goddess of the Moon, huntress and protector, so merciful and bright. Come to thee, hear your daughter’s cries, shine your light on these willing eyes!” Holly shouted, her voice reaching it’s crescendo before merging with my own.
Together we spread our arms, embracing the night in all of its beauty-basking in the breeze which quickened in its pace, though none of the candles seemed to register its presence.
Our voices became one haunting melody as we shouted into the open air, the stars and moon our only witness.
“An Alpha of blood and iron is whom we wish to protect. Shine your light on him, shield him from the evil that brings him closer to d***h. With your might and your love, conceal Alpha Nolan and power in his blood.”
The wind that had whipped up turned cold, slashing through our circle so sharply that every single went out, plunging us both into darkness. Only the stars and moon, which I swore shone brighter, provided light.
“So, you think the spell worked?” Holly asked several minutes later, once the silence between us surpassed contemplative and turned awkward.
We’d gathered the half-melted candles, cradling the crystals to our chests as we placed them in various areas of the house, all places Nolan frequented the most.
The two of us were now perched in front of the television, some nameless romantic comedy Mason had forced me to watch playing on the screen. He might’ve lost his mate in a horrific way, but that hadn’t k****d the hopeless romantic that hid beneath his baby face.
“I felt…something.” I replied, trailing off as I remembered the cold spike of energy that passed through me. From hundreds of feet away, I could feel the shadows that hid within the forest line react to the release of energy.
Even after returning inside, I could feel them lingering. They seemed calmer since last night, and if I weren’t so tired from the spell, I would’ve thought they felt almost happier since they’d been fed.
Holly didn’t seem to register that I’d spoken, and instead her attention was on the couple that filled the
TV screen. Locked in a passionate kiss as some sappy song played in the background, the main characters of the movie were oblivious to chaos around them, so lost in one another that the pedestrians on foot and bike had no choice but to alter their paths to narrowly avoid a collision.
The look on her face, brightening her eyes and making them appear almost watery, was one of curiosity and longing.
I felt guilty breaking the trance the movie had put her in, but there was a question I needed to ask, one that had been plaguing my mind since I woke up this morning.
“Holly?” I whispered, nudging her with my elbow until she blinked rapidly and turned her bleary eyes in my direction. “Did you see anything about tonight-about Tristan and I’s mission?”
She pursed her lips together, “…no.”
“You’re not a very good liar.” I laughed dryly, trying to ignore the way my stomach rolled.
“No, I’m really not.” She nodded understandingly, patting my leg in a gesture that was meant to be comforting. “Look, some things are better left a… surprise.”
A surprise. That certainly wasn’t comforting. I wracked my brain for another question, something that would provide just a shred of useful information, anything to ease my guilt and trepidation.
“Is there any advice you can give me, anything at all?”
Holly went silent for a few seconds, and I held my breath waiting for her wordswords I hoped would change what could easily be a disastrous night for Tristan and I.
“A good leader knows when to ask for help.”
As always, Tristan had impeccable timing.
Not ten minutes later he stood at the front door, an instant look of suspicion on his face when I opened it. He blocked the way with his lanky torso, not allowing me the chance to slip outside without thoroughly scanning the inside of the house.
“Holly still here?” He asked, knowing full and well that she was.
I rolled my eyes, sarcasm thickening my voice. “She’s in the living room doing a dark and ancient spell that could save us all, but it has horrible consequences.”
Tristan blinked once, his already milky skin somehow growing paler.
“It’s hard to tell when you’re joking sometimes.”
“Obviously, I’m joking.” I sighed, patting his shoulder as I slipped out the front door. “We watched some romantic comedies and talked about boys. Really, you didn’t miss much. If you wanted to watch us do some magic, I’m sure we could uncover a spell or two-“
“No, that’s alright.” He shook his head, pushing back his newly cropped locks with his hand. The look on his face was one I’d seen in the mirror more times than I could count: exhaustion regardless of how much sleep was had. “On second thought, you might need some magic once you see-.”
I stopped in my tracks, standing at the top of the stairs on the front porch. The circular driveway my car rested in was deserted, covered in a thick and eerie silence that enticed me to look even farther, towards the forest that surrounded the house.
When I spotted half a dozen sets of eyes glittering just within the forest line, I cursed loudly.
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