Chapter 5

Ellie

“What? That is impossible.”

“The vampire king, Vanchure, is all there is to think of except one to make mistakes. What he did was probably planned and carried out just how he wanted it. It's the reason we have no idea.”

“She has been asleep for so long, Manny. I hope she's still conscious."

The audible conversation of two people interrupted my sleep. My eyes slowly opened, and the smoky notes of cinnamon and cloves hit my nostrils.

I stared at the ceiling, giving my blurry vision time to become more clear. I took my gaze downwards. There Murray and an elderly woman I couldn't recognize stood. A dull look on his face as he wipes his face with his palms.

As if taking in my presence for the first time in a long time, the two people turned their gazes to me. The old woman looked calm, but it wasn't the same with my godfather. His face showed a look of uncertainty. Worry lines displayed on his forehead. A slight frown. And furrowed eyebrows.

“Oh, love. You're awake.” Murray's brittle voice reached me as he made his way to sit by the side of the bed where he laid my head. So did the elderly woman. Murray's long, curly, auburn hair, just like mine, was tied in a bun.

I felt too disoriented to recall what had happened that got me here, on this bed. Or, the reason I was here exactly. “I will go get you water. Try to remember what happened to you a few hours earlier.” Murray said before he rose from where he sat, walking deeper into the room.

“Relax, Murray; any information you need to get from her wouldn’t be anything intelligent at this point. She's still wearing out the drugs I gave her.” The elderly woman caressed my hair while she spoke in a calm and soothing voice to my godfather, who was somewhere in the dim apartment.

Right. She gave me something that made me shut down, and my body felt wobbly. Her eyes back to me as she flashed me a smile—a reassuring one from the look of things, “You need not worry, child. I will need to introduce myself because it seems one of the effects of the spell was to make you forget your temporary memories.” She lay one hand on her chest as she spoke, “My name is Manny, the old witch. We haven't met before now; I don't know why my brother refuses to tell you about his sweet old sister.” She said the last part while snorting. The blood in your veins is too active, and it's running wild round your whole body. Putting you under a temporary sleep spell was to help slow your transitioning. Too bad the effects are sickening because you're an omega. Plus, your memories of what happened a few hours ago will eventually come in. Give it time.”

Murray was back in a while with a glass of water, drawing a long sigh while he handed me the glass of water, rubbing his hands on his face. My current dilemma gave him a lot of stress; I can see that. What was this he wanted me to remember?

I drank the whole content in the cup and handed it over to him, bobbed my head in appreciation thereafter. Too weak to speak.

The elderly woman who had introduced herself as Manny started saying unintelligent words. Like an incantation. She also did some hand movements.

“How long will we need to hide her?” He looked across at Manny. She paused on her incantation and the weird hand movement she was doing over my body to reply to my godfather, “For as long as it takes?” going back to what she was doing, thereafter

Murray scoffed, unamused, “Van would find her anyway. He already had a few of his men out to search for her. And Eamonn, once he'd learnt how powerful she would become, he, too, would come after my daughter. For two reasons: to kill her or use her as a power generator. Either way, she's not safe.

He spoke about me to Manny like I wasn't present. Manny's mouth stopped on her incantation once again. Leaving her hands to do the movement and her lips, talking, “I'm sad you give poor courtesy to your own sister. As the last witch, I possess the power of all my people that had been killed. I channel their power from their bodies into mine. I doubt that the two rival kings will find us. They wouldn't be able to breach the spell that easily.”

Murray took my left hand in his. “I hope to believe in that. The last place I would love to see my daughter is in the hands of the Alpha. But where he and I stand, I have no say over my daughter's life with him,” his thumb rubs the back of my hand as he speaks. “That was why when he chased her out of the Pack, I was happy within myself.”

Oh, that was the reason; he stood there and didn't bother to plead for me. Sure, Eamonn wasn't entirely good to me, but…

I felt a strange hotness beginning to boil through me. My chest. I feel my blood boiling. My body shook uncontrollably.

I doubt Manny, the old witch could help me out of this feeling could help me.

“Ellie, what's happening to you? Stay with me, please!” Murray said in a terrified voice, over me with a grip on my arm as if the hold would ease what was racking me.

I stare with wide eyes, helplessly at the ceiling. Maybe a mystical celestial being could break through the ceiling and come to save me from this hurtful feeling. My throat goes dry. I thirst for the unknown.

No, scratch that. I thirst for something known but hard to figure out.

I curled and uncurled my fist. It felt like I was dying slowly. But first, the great evil that lurks inside of me wants to burn all my organs first before it lets me be in the bosom of the moon goddess.

The room fills with noise. From Murray. From Manny. But I could barely hear them. The hotness, so dominating, it denied me from hearing the voice of my godfather. Someone is talking to me. His strong hands still restrain me from moving, but I, myself, couldn't keep myself from jerking. They both were saying something to me, but I didn't hear it above the buzz in my ears.

It’s all over now.

Everything is over.

But first I need some peace and quiet while I pass on to the afterlife.

I use the last strength in me, gathering the remaining air from my lungs, I scream above all the sounds in the room. The room went silent.

There was a little bit of calmness from the heat, I was able to hear the two last sentences from Manny.

“She's now what she is to be.”

“The water you fed her altered the spell. She needs to feed on the blood of her sire!”