Chapter Two (NOVA'S POV)

His words on top of the view of him leave me completely stunned and unable to speak. 

“What a lovely treat I have been brought… I can’t wait to feast on a child of Silas after going hungry for oh so long.” He states, a sinister grin growing on his face as he steps towards me.

“I-I don’t know what youre talking about,” I finally stammered out, attempting to shuffle away from him just for my back to hit the trunk I had been sitting in front of. 

“Silly girl, I’m talking about continuing the vow I made many years ago to end the Silas bloodline,” he chuckles, the devilish sound carrying through the air.

“I don’t even know a Silas,” I state in a hurry, fear causing me to trimble. 

“Don’t lie to me, Girl! I can smell his blood running through your veins. I can spot that sickly smell of vanilla and chamomile from anywhere” he states, sniffing at the air. “Oh, but what is that? The slightest smell of brimstone… Tell me, little girl… Why does your tainted blood smell of a witch?”

“That’s none of your business,” I snapped at him, unwilling to disclose my powers to such a powerful stranger.

“None of my business? Stop being stubborn and answer the damn question,” He growls.

“I smell like a witch because I am a witch,” I snapped.

“Lies, The Lavina witches would never breed with the vile creatures that are Silas’s spawn. Unless… Do you know a Hestia Lavina?” He quickly adds, looking me over.

“Why do you ask?” I ask, shocked by the fact that he would know anything about my family.

“Because, it’s important that I know. Now, do you know Hestia?” He asks, glaring at me.

“She’s my great great grandmother,” I admit, deciding it would be easier just to give him my answer.

“How dare she! There were rumors of her and Thomas, but I had thought they were just that… Rumors.” He shouts, his eyes flashing with anger.

“How do you know my great great grandmother?” I ask, forcing myself to not cower away from him.

“She was a Livina witch, the sister of the witch I was sworn to protect… Your grandmother’s blood has protected you from your fate,” he states, obviously aggravated. 

“From my fate? What was my fate?”

“ As a descendant of Silas you were supposed to die tonight, but because Lavina blood flows through you I can’t touch a hair on your head even if I wanted to,” He growls angrily.

“Why?” I ask, completely confused.

“Because since the day of my creation I’ve been sworn to protect the Lavina bloodline… You possessing the blood of my enemies just made that task an irritating inconvenience,” he snaps at me.

“Well it’s a good thing I’m not asking for your protection then,” I snap back, looking up at him from where I’m currently sitting on the ground.

“You little brat… You should be honored to have a being older than time itself willing to protect a witch as tainted as yourself.” he growls, taking a menacing step towards me.

“I’m not tainted! Just because I have some old fuckers blood running through my veins doesn’t make me any less of a witch,” I snap, pushing myself up off the ground. 

“I’ll have to disagree, little witch…” he shrugs, “Though I do have to ask… Do you have any family left on your great great grandfather’s side?”

“What’s it to you?”

“If I can’t end you I can at least take my vengeance out on the other members of your extended family.”

“The principal of the school is actually a distant uncle… The only one I know of really,” I state, watching as his gaze shifted into something of joy.

“Good! This is where we part ways for the night then, little witch,” he states, heading towards the door. Muttering an incantation under my breath, I immediately set up a barrier spell, locking us both inside this room without him noticing. I watch as his hand wraps around the doorknob right before he gives the door a jerk. It doesn’t budge. Again he jerks on the door and again it doesn’t budge. “Fuck! You conniving little brat!”