A WITCH'S CRYSTAL
It's night and the graveyard isn't so scary anymore, since I've become a vampire. But I do wear a hood to cover my blonde hair so that no one sees me. I walk slowly. The caretaker is still around and the vampire slayer (ex-stepdad), Frank, could still be in town so it's best I try to keep out of sight. I just had to find a quiet place and this seems to be the quietest at the moment. So much has happened and then there's Tristan. I can feel that there's something between us but he's still as distant as ever. Always close by to help but runs away when it comes to matters of the heart. Marie says that I need to be patient about it, but it's even harder since I've become a full vampire. I guess I'd hoped he'd make a move when I'm also a vampire; but nothing. I do still sleep like they do but what separates me is that I still need human food from time to time and my heart is still beating. I'll be introduced to a council member of the vampires for this region named Nicholai. Tristan said there's nothing to be afraid of. But you never know what this man will say if he should sense that I've also got a bit of witch in me. And to make matters worse is that I still have a beating heart! I had to stay at Tristan's for the first few weeks, Tristan's idea. And of course I said yes because it meant seeing him much more than I already have before my change. He wanted to get to know myself as a vampire so we went out hunting some nights. It would have been every night if I didn't crave human food as well. The thing we've discovered is that I'd be able to go without human food for a very long time. Blood is the thing keeping me alive. So much laws and regulations when you're human and it still doesn't end when you're a vampire! What separates me from the rest is that I do still sleep and eat human food from time to time and my heart still beats! How crazy. Sometimes I forget that I'm a vampire because of my heart. And I guess the others accept me as I am and see me as part of the vampire society but it's hard for me to fit in. And I guess that maybe it's hard for Tristan to admit he's got feelings for me because of my differences.
I'm near the tomb Luther was in when I see Delia the witch. She inhales a breath of air and blows it out of her nose while saying gratifyingly, 'Nothing as calm and soothing as the dead.'
I look around to see if her three friends are with her. She's alone.
Calmly she says, 'I need your help Serena.'
'I don't think I'll be able to help.'
'I know you chose to be a vampire. That's beside the point. We've discovered a trunk that belonged to your mother. There's something inside the trunk that belongs to me. I believe she put a spell on it. And that only you'll be able to open it.'
Something that belonged to mom? 'Where is it?'
'In the museum.'
Why would mom protect something from Delia if something in it belongs to her? I keep my thoughts to myself, 'Okay. I'll try to help.'
Delia's staring at my heart, "Hard to believe you're a vampire with a beating heart. The name Cushla is much suited for you."
Cushla? I don't get a chance to ask her about the name because she's gone.
Delia's three witch friends are also with us in one of the back offices in the Museum and so is Anna. I'm looking at the trunk that's on a heavy table while Delia tells me Anna found it in the attic of the museum after she did some cleaning. Anna nods her head to confirm it. I ask Anna, 'Why would she leave it here?'
Anna chooses her words carefully, 'I guess she was trying to hide it. Not all humans like what we are.'
I'm looking at the trunk not having a clue on how to open it, 'Do you at least have a hint on how it can be opened?'
Delia, 'You just have to read the words on it.'
I look at the symbols engraved on the trunk, 'But I don't understand the symbols.'
'Just try. She must have done something so that you'll be able to read it.'
I don't trust Delia or her three witch followers who's just staring at the box as if they're waiting for some kind of prize. I ask Anna, 'Can I take it home? Maybe I'll be able to think more clearly there.'
Bianca, the youngest witch in the room, protests, 'No.'
Delia bluntly staring at Bianca as if she's talking to her and not me, 'It's okay. Take it home. Just don't show it to any of your friends. I'll send Carly over.'
It's the first time I speak to Carly after that night I changed into a full vampire when I open the front door for her, "I have no idea on how to open the trunk. It's on the dining room table."
Carly steps close to it and touches it, "She did enchant it."
"Do you know what's written on it?"
She's not answering at first but then she gets an old ancient book out that she hid in her inside jacket pocket, "It looks like this language." While paging to a page and showing it to me, "It's only the translation from that language to English letters so all we have to do now is to write it down."
"Where did you get this book?"
"Anna. She didn't want Delia and them to find out about it. It was lying on top of the trunk in a cover bag. I saw your mother's name written at the back. Anna already knew Delia would want the trunk open so she gave it to me to hide."
"You think there's really something inside belonging to Delia?"
Carly doesn't think so, "No. Delia can be persuasive in trying to get what she wants. I think she hopes your mother's crystal is inside."
"My mother's crystal?"
"Her magic crystal. One of the most powerful around. Even more powerful than Delia's. So if it's in here you should hide it so that Delia will never find it. Every witch's crystal comes down from generation to generation. We guard it with our lives. Because if it should fall in the wrong hands, especially into the hand of a witch that has her own crystal- I don't even want to think what could happen." Carly looks uncomfortable, "Let's write down the words so that we can open it. We wouldn't want a surprise visit from Delia and her three witch friends." She starts to write down the letters as soon as I hand her a note book and pen from one of the drawers in the dining room. And then finally she says, "Here it is. All you have to do now is say it and the trunk should open."
I say the odd words out loud and we both see the trunk crack open. Carly extracts a small box from it, "I think this is the magic crystal." Opening it we both stand at awe at the strange beauty of the crystal on a pendant.
"What will I do with this now?"
"You have to keep it safe. And don't trust anyone with it."
I hang it around my neck.
Carly remarks, "It glows because your mother put a protection spell over it."