“That hybrid. Who does he think he is telling me to protect Gabriella? Of course, I'll protect her. He didn’t need to tell ME that.” Tyrelle muttered under his breath while we walked side-by-side to head for the school gate. Just before the bell for lunch rang, I ordered food online to be delivered at the gate.
With Tyrelle’s current mood, I was already half afraid of him because there was no telling what he would do. Tyrelle is rarely this pissed off unless it involves Aelfric. I guess all I have to do now is nod and agree to him, even though I wasn’t entirely sure why he was so angry with the hybrid.
I let out a yelp of surprise when my phone began to ring. It was a message from the delivery man that our food ha
I could feel someone jabbing my side, but my body was too tense and stiff. I feel so drained and dead, like I have run a marathon even though I hadn’t. I could not understand why I was so tired when all I did after lunch was eat with Tyrelle. “Gabriella.” I could hear Tyrelle calling for me as he tried to shake me awake. Because of his continuous pestering, my body slowly started to awaken. I began to feel the stiffness of my neck from the position that I was in. Wait. Position? Where am I exactly? In my haste to find out where I was, I abruptly lifted my head while lights danced in front of my eyes. I started to blink rapidly
Despite the long day ahead of me, I found it hard to sleep. I mean, who would have especially when someone told you that you’re a witch. And I was pretty sure that I didn’t mishear them because they repeatedly declared that I’m a witch. If Tyrelle didn’t have the initiative to pull me back, I feel like I would have stood there frozen. “Meow.” Come to think of it; I brought the cat home with me without even thinking it through. My mom and dad weren’t aware of the cat either since they were busy in the hospital that they had to work overtime. The little black cat hopped on my pillow as if it sensed that I was troubled.
The next day, Tyrelle and I headed to school early in the morning to come and see Doctor Kusher. It was me who requested this despite Ael’s warning to no longer converse with the witch doctor. There was just something in Al’s words that made me think that there was more to this witch stuff that he didn’t want me to find out. It was an impulse decision on my part to keep my mind off of worrying about my parents as they haven’t returned since yesterday. They also haven’t responded to my calls or messages. “Miss Gabriella, I am happy to see that you returned.” Despite doctor Kusher’s words, the look in his eyes contradicted them. It seemed that he was focused more on something other than our
My Killer Smile.As it turns out, it was a magical phenomenon. According to the doctor, because of the vast amount of magic that my bloodline has, my magic took it upon itself to make a defense mechanism to keep me safe. He told me that it was a common occurrence to people of my Opera’s bloodline because witches with high raw magic are hunted down during the old times. My killer smile was only my protection to keep me safe from danger. And according to him, the only way for me to remove my killer smile is for me to learn magic so it would deem me powerful enough that I would no longer need it. I managed to contact Tyrelle during lunch, and I told him everything that happened during his
Since that day, I no longer saw Aelfric. My parents were unharmed, as Tyrelle had promised, while the majority of the doctors were injured in some way. According to my parents' story, someone locked my parents up in the ER when the attack happened. They, along with the rest of the people in the room, were perplexed and shaken the moment they got out. In the meantime, the rest of the hospital staff had to undergo therapy sessions for what happened - my parents included. Days went by, and soon I had to meet up with Tyrelle’s father again. But this time, fortunately, they no longer have to kidnap me because I am going with Tyrelle.
“Julie?” I gasp when I see her at the place where I am supposed to meet with Doctor Kusher. We were on a private property where the witches live. The entirety of the land is enclosed in tall bamboo woods. We stood in front of a massive house. I hesitated to call it a house because it typically looks like a massive witch's home, complete with pointed roofs and square-framed windows. The wooden door at the front looks a little pointed and blends in with the stone material of the entire house because of its dark color. The area is wide, with a ton of greenery in sight. There's even a huge garden dome full of plants they were raising that I'm not sure what it's called. Then, my eyes moved to a meditation area on the far side of the house out of curiosity. It’s the firs
The witch's domain is like a maze. Tall hedges keep blocking my path, making it difficult to remember where I’ve been. Now, I’m starting to wonder if rushing off and leaving Doctor Kusher behind isn’t such a good idea. “Lady Gabriella,” speaking of the witch doctor, is incomparable. The doctor rushes to me. His glasses almost fall from his nose as he runs. He sighs and leans forward. His hands support his body as he rests them on his knees. “Good. I finally caught up to you.” He says this before fixing his posture. “Let’s go, lady.” “Wait. Stop.” I planted my heels on the ground to stop him from taking me away. “The wolf.”
I was in a room and being pampered by Julie. She made me drink some sort of herbal tea that’s supposed to restore my energy and help me recover from the fatigue of using my magic. According to her, my first time using my magic had been used tremendously, which resulted in my headache. “What about Al? What happened to him?” I hand Julie the empty cup of tea that she made me drink. It’s disgusting, and I certainly have no desire to empty it. I had already consumed half of the contents in the cup. Julie didn’t seem to mind when she took the cup from me. “He’s in another room. Sleeping.” Julie must have read my mind by looking at my face. “He’s going to be fine.” “But I didn’t-” “I don’t know why you continue to associate with those supernaturals, but they are not good. You can never trust them.” She says. This time, I turn to Julie. I want to comfort her with a smile, but I can’t exactly do that at the moment. “Julie, can I ask you something?” I took her raised brow in question as