chapter 5: 8 years later

Charlotte’s pov

I looked at the city, I love big cities, but I also miss the small town I grew up in.  they were a loving community and of course the air was much purer compared to the air in the city.

My coven, ohhh they aren’t my coven anymore, now I am a rouge witch without a coven or parents.

Its been 8 years since we ran away from that place, my dad died 2 years ago and ever since then I have been alone on the run.

It gets kind of lonely, but I promised my father that I would do my best to survive and that is what I am doing now.

For years my dad and I did a lot of research on the blood mark curse, I tried to find as much as I can about this witch they say possessed me.

with dad gone I am left to do research on my own, I am also left to survive and fight this entire world all by myself.

But I have grown quite a lot in the past 8 years, although I don’t know what the future holds for me or how I plan on getting my life back I know that something good has to come out of this.

whoever this god is he/she/it can’t be that cruel right?

I mean I know what its like to have a family, I had that for 16 years, so it can’t take that away from me forever right?

Look at me fooling myself again, for the longest time after we left home I prayed to whatever god there is out there to help me.

I prayed that I get my life back and go back to my mother and my David, but then that dream was also crushed a few weeks later.

It was when dad and I went to a small town to find refugee, it was the home of an old friend who owed dad his life.

An army of witches came there, and dad’s friend hid us, he was the one person who was willing to help despite seeing my tattoo.

It turns out my mother isn’t only helping those witches hunting me, but she is also the leader of that group that is hell bent on hunting me down and killing me.

my own mother is hunting me down like I am some common criminal, I don’t that witch’s story and why she got a curse mark, but I hate her.

I hate her because I am here paying for her sins, I am here bearing the brunt of whatever sin she committed and if she were alive I would personally find her and shove this curse mark down her neck. 

I looked around the restaurant and It was now quiet, and all the customers were gone leaving me alone with just a few waitresses who are also leaving as well.

“Good night Boss” one of them said and I nodded, “good night” I replied, the moment they left I locked and went to my office.

I looked at the new book I got that talked more about curses that a lot of people don’t know about, and I was hoping I would find out about this blood mark curse.

So far all we have managed to find out in the past few years was that the witch did something terrible to be given this mark.

It was a mark that they designed specifically for her, and it hasn’t been used on anyone else but her which is why there is little to no information about it.

the people that made this spell are all dead and they didn’t want to share the details of the spell with anyone for fear that they might use it for the wrong reasons.

At first I never really got why they wanted to kill me but after some time I finally understood everything.

Each day I felt myself getting stronger, like I had discovered a pool of power and magic that I didn’t even know I had inside me.

whoever this woman was she was extremely powerful; she really was because I think I only have a small portion of her power, but I feel unstoppable.

I understand why they would want to kill me, they are scared of this power, of her power and for some reason I should be, but I am not.

this power feels like a part of me, like its where it is supposed to be and that is what scares me the most.

The fact that everything that relates me or ties me to her feel very normal and comfortable.

The first time I saw the blood mark I smiled, to me it felt like an achievement at that moment and not some curse.

Why would I smile looking at a curse??

I ask myself so many questions every day and I never seem to find the answer but one question that scares me the most is if I am becoming like her??

That would explain why I don’t feel weird and uncomfortable when I see the blood mark, but I feel like I achieved something.

It feels like it’s a blessing to me and a reminder of something great that I did, there is a reason they called her evil or the devil.

This means she was a horrible person and evil people like having some kind of reminder of all the terrible things they did.

And maybe this blood mark was that to her, a reminder that she was such a terrible person that they even made a curse especially for her.

that’s why sometimes I get scared, because I wonder if one day I will wake up and become evil.

I guess that is why my father asked me to promise him that I will do everything and anything in my power to survive.

I think he knew that I would get this thoughts, that I would want to kill myself, so I don’t have to constantly live in fear of being killed or waking up being this evil witch who terrorizes the world.

I closed even this book because I couldn’t find answers to it as well, this whole thing happened over a millennia ago.

There can’t be a person who is still alive to know what happened right??

Actually, there might be, are there any vampires who are that old enough? I have only heard of a one, the Vampire King Sebastian Thorne.

But where do I find him?? Or will he even want to see me? and wont he just kill me himself?

I mean I am a witch who is getting powerful each day, he would want to kill me too because I could be a problem later on. My own kind want me dead, why wouldn’t he??