argued.
“Clearly we do ,” he countered back.
“NO! No, you are just some crazy stalker that bit me and you’ve probably given me rabies and that’s why I have been sick and half crazy ,” I said trying to convince myself.
He tilted his head in amusement at my outburst. “It’s a lot to take in. You did not grow up in our world, if you had, you would know all this.”
“My world. I do live in my world. The sane world.”
“Your senses are heightened. You have been feeling drained until now when you had some blood. You have felt weak. Scared of the unknown, and now that you do know, you refuse to believe it,” he said.
“Because it’s crazy. Can you not hear yourself?” I retorted
“You already knew, you just didn’t want to believe it. You said it yourself that since the night you were scratched you had not been yourself.”
“NO, I said since the night before my birthday I had not felt myself. How did you know I got bush attacked?” I asked.
“Because I know it was not a bush that scratched you and deep down so do you ,” he said.
I just stared at him only occasionally blinking.
“We need to go see someone. She will help you understand,” he told me.
I felt like I was a zombie.
“What is she?” I asked with dread.
“A Witch.”
I don’t know why I did it, but I had gotten in Lachlan’s car and sat there quietly while he drove. We had been on the road for at least an hour and I had not said one word. We were driving down a country highway, which seemed like it was never going to end. Farms and bush land were the main sights from the window, but the air was so clean and crisp coming from the open sunroof. Was I supposed to be scared? You are not supposed to get in a car with strangers, especially ones that have been stalking you. The first time I had met Lachlan I felt an attraction to him, that was now long gone and had been replaced with confusion and fear. Yet, now for some reason I felt safe. Well the safest I had felt in that last few weeks.
After another thirty minutes we pulled into a driveway that was lined with forestry. We travelled along this driveway until tiny lights came into view. Lachlan drove up to the house, turned the car off and then got out. I sat for a moment longer, sucked in a deep breath, and then hopped out as well.
A middle-aged woman opened the door as we approached. I don’t know who she was expecting, but she seemed shocked to see us.
“Trinity ,” she said breathlessly. She walked up to me and put her hands on my cheeks. “You came. I did not think you would. Come, I have hot coffee brewing.”
She had long, wavy brown hair and her attire was nothing short of pagan. Her face had a gentle and sweet look to it but her eyes had a knowing look about them. I felt I could trust her and so I did and followed her inside her house.
Smells exploded in my nose. I squinted my eyes.
“Just take a deep breath. Try and distinguish between the smells to find one that you want to stick to ,” Lachlan said behind me.
I mentally rolled my eyes but did as he said. I tried sifting through what I could smell. A hint of rose, some lavender and sandalwood. Pine, camomile, sage, coffee. I stopped there. Coffee. I inhaled deep and smiled. We followed her through the lounge room and into the kitchen. Her house was nice with pine furniture and bright red curtains and cushions. Pictur es hung along the walls and ornaments. There were statues, or should I say relics, stationed around the rooms we saw.
“Sit please ,” she spoke pointing to the kitchen table. “I am Maria. I am a Pagan of the light. You know what this is?” she asked. I shook my head.
Maria gave Lachlan a pointed look and then looked to me with a kind face. “Well light being a symbol of good and me being Pagan speaks for itself. I am a good Pagan ,” she said with a smile while bringing a tray over to the table and sitting down. She made me and Lachlan a cup of coffee. I took a large mouth
“Clearly we do ,” he countered back.
“NO! No, you are just some crazy stalker that bit me and you’ve probably given me rabies and that’s why I have been sick and half crazy ,” I said trying to convince myself.
He tilted his head in amusement at my outburst. “It’s a lot to take in. You did not grow up in our world, if you had, you would know all this.”
“My world. I do live in my world. The sane world.”
“Your senses are heightened. You have been feeling drained until now when you had some blood. You have felt weak. Scared of the unknown, and now that you do know, you refuse to believe it,” he said.
“Because it’s crazy. Can you not hear yourself?” I retorted
“You already knew, you just didn’t want to believe it. You said it yourself that since the night you were scratched you had not been yourself.”
“NO, I said since the night before my birthday I had not felt myself. How did you know I got bush attacked?” I asked.
“Because I know it was not a bush that scratched you and deep down so do you ,” he said.
I just stared at him only occasionally blinking.
“We need to go see someone. She will help you understand,” he told me.
I felt like I was a zombie.
“What is she?” I asked with dread.
“A Witch.”
I don’t know why I did it, but I had gotten in Lachlan’s car and sat there quietly while he drove. We had been on the road for at least an hour and I had not said one word. We were driving down a country highway, which seemed like it was never going to end. Farms and bush land were the main sights from the window, but the air was so clean and crisp coming from the open sunroof. Was I supposed to be scared? You are not supposed to get in a car with strangers, especially ones that have been stalking you. The first time I had met Lachlan I felt an attraction to him, that was now long gone and had been replaced with confusion and fear. Yet, now for some reason I felt safe. Well the safest I had felt in that last few weeks.
After another thirty minutes we pulled into a driveway that was lined with forestry. We travelled along this driveway until tiny lights came into view. Lachlan drove up to the house, turned the car off and then got out. I sat for a moment longer, sucked in a deep breath, and then hopped out as well.
A middle-aged woman opened the door as we approached. I don’t know who she was expecting, but she seemed shocked to see us.
“Trinity ,” she said breathlessly. She walked up to me and put her hands on my cheeks. “You came. I did not think you would. Come, I have hot coffee brewing.”
She had long, wavy brown hair and her attire was nothing short of pagan. Her face had a gentle and sweet look to it but her eyes had a knowing look about them. I felt I could trust her and so I did and followed her inside her house.
Smells exploded in my nose. I squinted my eyes.
“Just take a deep breath. Try and distinguish between the smells to find one that you want to stick to ,” Lachlan said behind me.
I mentally rolled my eyes but did as he said. I tried sifting through what I could smell. A hint of rose, some lavender and sandalwood. Pine, camomile, sage, coffee. I stopped there. Coffee. I inhaled deep and smiled. We followed her through the lounge room and into the kitchen. Her house was nice with pine furniture and bright red curtains and cushions. Pictur es hung along the walls and ornaments. There were statues, or should I say relics, stationed around the rooms we saw.
“Sit please ,” she spoke pointing to the kitchen table. “I am Maria. I am a Pagan of the light. You know what this is?” she asked. I shook my head.
Maria gave Lachlan a pointed look and then looked to me with a kind face. “Well light being a symbol of good and me being Pagan speaks for itself. I am a good Pagan ,” she said with a smile while bringing a tray over to the table and sitting down. She made me and Lachlan a cup of coffee. I took a large mouth
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