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The seventh child (5)
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I felt a little better when I woke up that morning.But my dream puzzled me.My dreams with my mother were never like that, so specific like that, so real.I brushed it off my shoulder as I parked up, so I could call Dan.
"Hello"? An enthusiastic voice answered.
"Dan"?
"Oh hey Shannon. What’s up? You feeling better"?
"Yes, do you want to meet somewhere"?
"Most definitely". I met Dan an hour later a pizza parlor called four seasons.We sat next to each other in the both. We ordered a couple of cokes and eagerly sent the woman away.He kissed me right when she left. The kiss was like the other not, but this time shorter, but with as much enthusiasm.When we broke away he sighed.
"You have no idea how long ive wanted to do that".
I" think I have a pretty good idea". I smiled.
We kissed again until the waitress came back with our drinks.
"Are you ready to order"?
"Um sure Dan said. He looked at me. Two slices of pepperoni"?
I smiled.
"Be back soon", she left.
"So .he turned back to me. What do you have planned for tomorrow"?
"Im going to see that one lady I was talking too the other day".
"I thought you said she was I nut"?
"Im just doing it so she’ll leave me alone".
"Well you never know, she might have something interesting to say'.
“Maybe”. He stared at me.
I smiled.” what?’’
“On nothing” he leaned down to kiss me. We spent the rest of the day at the beach, just relaxing. The midday air wiped though his hair as ha lazed on the scratchy sand.I laid on my back staring up at the sun which was a burnt orange at this time of day.Dam lamed down next to me and twined his hand with my fingers.
He sighed caressing my cheek. “You have no idea how long ive wanted to do this, just be with you, kiss you lay beside you.” He kissed me on the lips with as much passion as this first. “I love you so much”
“Me too”
“You do?”
''Of course”
"Would you marry me”?
“Marry you” .I giggled. It’s a little early to be talking about that don’t you think”?
“Not really”
“Why not?
“ you love me don’t you?
‘’yes’’. But wave only been together 2 days”
''Yeah but wave loved each other longer".
"True but im only 17"
"Ok…will you marry me someday"?
I kissed him. "Of course I will".He wrapped his arms around me as we lay soundlessly in the sand
"I want to be with you. He finally said. Forever". The next morning I took off to the old stavan book store where the lady directed me to go.The place seemed ancient.The building was seriously out dated. The bricks were fades into a dusted brown and the vines crawling up the wall were bone white dead.The inside of the store was a completely different story.Books that looked like a pile of dust stand on the walls around the store and pages laid about he ground.
"Ah I see you made it".
I turned to see Mrs. Tales standing behind me caring some roses. There was something odd about the color though they seem to….change.Danielle saw me eyeing them.
"There called dio flowers. I named them when I was younger. A spell I cast on then change to the person whose looking at them changed to there favorite color".
"Spell"?
"Yes. Im a witch".
"A witch. I laughed. You’re serious"?
"Of course so are you".
"Me"?
"Yes. Didn’t your mother ever explain to you your
heritage"?"No. I think it slipped her mind".
"Well you are my dear. She was placing the flowers in a vase. And a very powerful one at that".
"What hold on a sec what are you talking about"?
She sighed. "Come, sit my dear".
We sat down at an old desk covered with dust."When you were born, almost eighteen years ago, your mother passes down her heritage to you. Like DNA it’s hereditary like eyes or hair. When your mother had you she passed down her magical genes on to you. Like she did when she had her other children. But there is something different about you in particular; you are the seventh child, rendering you to be the most powerful out of all in your family. Legend says every seventh daughter of a seventh daughter will be given a gift greater than the rest and you are the seventh".
"So what does that mean, im a witch"?
"Well yes, I suppose you can call it that, just don’t call any like you that''.
"Why not".
"Witches have been painted as a gruesome person over the years, many would think to that as an insult.Then what would I call someone like you"?"Hmmm a sorcerer would do".She stared at me.
"What''?
"You look a lot like your mothers you know that, same brown hair, eyes are hazel. I and your mother would good friend you know. I also knew your grandmother before she passed".
"Really? I never met her. What was she like"?
She smiled. "Just like you and your mother. She was a lovely woman. The friendliest around".
"You know I never knew her name. What was it"?
"Ah everyone called her Minnie, Minnie Bechtold".
"Was that not her real name"?
"No it was, but many did say that was her witches name and she never told anyone her real name".
"Danielle how is it you know so much about my family, it like you’ve been alive to see every one".
"Oh but I have".
"Huh''?
"I’ve been alive to see many in your family come and go, die be born, get sick, laugh. They’ve all been the kindest to me. But I not to them".
"What do you mean"?
"Well my dear you see…
I heard a latchet click; I looked around to see the window shutters bolt shut and the doors bearcat.
"What what’s going on".
She turned and smiled. "I’m sorry my dear but this is the way it has to be."
I tried running and opening the door but it wouldn’t budge.
"Let me out". I screamed.
"I’m sorry but you’re just too powerful. You can’t stay alive. You can’t be alive. None of you can. Not now not ever". Her voice was rising to a shout.
"Why are you doing this"? I began to whimper.
"Because, you never deserved this gift, nor did you mother or grandmother. I hope there rotting wherever they are".
All of the sweet features of her face were now into a rock solid grimace.
"But I did nothing to you".
"That’s what you think. There’s more to your sweet mother that you remember my darling".
''What''?
"She was an evil witch, sot out to destroy me and my
coven"."No, no my mother would never do that".
She laughed an evil laugh. "Hate to break it to you dear but you mother is a cold hearted bitch of a witch. You know what she did. When her new powers came, she used them against us, of her own family, against me and my brothers…..that’s right im your aunt. Your own flesh and blood. But guess what, I know what you thinking are cruel, and then your mother was the cruelest".
"What did she do"?
She smiled. "One night when I and my brothers and sisters were sleeping, she slaughtered all of them right in front of me, at age eight; she killed all of them with her new found power. I was only two and she saved me for last, till our mother came in and stopped her, for years my mother lied and said it was and accident. But I knew the truth. I knew that she killed them all out of hate. And almost killed me as well".
"No. I shouted. My mother would never do that. I thought. Would she"?
She grinned.
"But what does that have to do with me."
"On the eve of you 18th birthday you get your new powers and at the moment you can use them for good or for evil. Your mother chooses evil. And genes are passed down more selectively in a witch’s child. I won’t let you hurt anyone".
"I wouldn’t."
"Sure. She grimaced. The seventh child of a seventh child. She shouted. Might as well be 666 on your forehead".
With an abrupt swift move of her hand. An invisible force threw me up against the bookshelf.I heard something crack, as a sharp pain filtered through my arm.I lay in a pile of books.I looked up to see Danielle coming towards me with an evil look on her face.My last thoughts were.Oh god im going to die. Dan I love you
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On February 13th 2008 Crazycutie7 Said : | |
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Your story is really good, very intresting, it sounds so real!wHEN YOUR DONE WRITING THIS STORY, YOU SHOULS MAKE A BOOK |
| On February 13th 2008 tumblegrl1994 Said : | |
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Awesome! kmp |
| On February 13th 2008 brokenwings122 Said : | |
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Good work. Kmp |
