Chapter one new beginnings

 

I started my career in witch craft at the young age of five. My first teacher was my dear aunt Fay. A good sized women standing at 6”2” she had long brown and blond hair like me but hers was wavy and mine was still straight as a bored. Her eyes were a pale blue where mine where a hazel that always seemed to change in tint. Mine also had an electric vine zig zagging around the pupils.

Aunt Fay was a satanic witch and my first lesson was to sale my soul. I had no idea what I was doing or my curse to come.

She said in such delight, “Come child. I shall make you closer to god.” Coming from a family of Christians I followed thinking we would pray. I stood and followed her. She led me to a room that none were permitted to enter. She opened the door and entered I was hesitant but she assured me it was all right.

The room was lined with shelves and crowded among them were an abundance of red candles with a few yellow. In the corner of the room was a table lined with flowers, salts, a silver bowl, goblets and yellow candles. In the bowl a liquid glistened. It was hard to make out what it was for the room was a deep red from the flames of the candles. In the center of the room was a podium with an old leather book it was yellow and strapped shut. There was a gold star on the front of it lined with brown. A lone metal chair sat facing the book.

She read to me. For the most part I did not understand the words that sprang from her tongue. The world seemed to fade from me at times. Where I would awake in a new time to a new page and more unknown words. A fog had seemed to fill the world though it continued to fade and return. At last it was near end of the book and I was told to sign. I saw two names already  placed and I lifted my hand though the world seemed to lay on it. As I put my name on the page I let my arm fall slowly to my lap. It felt much lighter and a slight ease came to my nervous stomach.

I saw my aunt moving and slightly lifted my eyes. She took a blade hidden behind the bowl and took a goblet in hand. She dipped it in the bowl barely filling the cup. She sipped from it and smiled. She moved to me giving me the goblet. I looked into it as I did I noticed the liquid seemed somewhat thick and only a small drink remained. She insisted I drink so I turned up the goblet and drank. As it hit my lips it was like syrup in my mouth. It moved slowly upon my tongue and was difficult to swallow. As I lowered my head there was a numbed pain in my hand. I looked seeing the same liquid spreading in my hand as in the goblet my aunt Fay took from my hands. She placed the knife in the floor next to her and took my hand squeezing it over the goblet. I watched it stream steadily into the goblet, as it filled near to the brim the blood stopped streaming. She picked up the knife eyeing the drink temptation playing on her face. “I shouldn’t… eh... it’s for the lord I can’t” she poured the liquid into the bowl as the world faded from me once more.

When I came to the liquid had been poured and painted into the floor. Black candles at each tip of the circle. My aunt Fay by the alter in a ring of salt a smile playing upon her lips, and chanting the unknown words. The red of the room thickens and flames of the black candles grow. A mist formed in the circle of blood. A form between man and beast stands in the mist it is slightly transparent. It looks to my aunt then to me. The chant becomes rapid and joyful torn between beautiful and frightening. She lifts up her arms and he is on me.

The world is a black liquid that I’m lying in. I rest upon my back his hands are on my checks. He is standing at my head and he is impossibly darker than the world. He bends whispering in my ear. His warm breath upon my ear. Other hands swarm over my body. Endless hands. His still rest on my face. He continues to whisper. In words unknown to me but a few I am able to grasp. The chant has been lost to my ears all that remains is his frightening whisper… the unknown words… “You are mine ever more.” The hands chill me, moving freely. “They gave you to me.” The unknown whispers… “Give in and stand with me.” This taunt and torture seemed to last an eternity. I wanted to scream, to run, and to cry. But I could not…

At last I was freed from the liquid! From the hands! And at last from him! I jolted awake in my aunts living room the sun rising. She sat at the end of the couch smiling down at me. “You’ve done well. You’ve made me proud.” She moves to my head grabbing my checks in the palms of her hands. I couldn’t say a word… at that moment a car pulled up and she went to check who it was. My dad came in. “I couldn’t sleep last night I was worried about you.” Fay, “everything was fine; we ate, watched TV and went to bed.” She smiles. “Was she good?” “Yes, she was fine. She is a good kid.” “Ok that’s good to hear. Come on Jen we should get home.”

We left and as I was walking to the truck I turned. She waved that same haunting smile upon her face.