I don’t think that Lillie that hosts Five Sentence Fiction is going to post a new word prompt until late tonight or tomorrow morning. So after looking at her archives, I’ve decided to make another 25 sentence story. Since it is Halloween after all, it is a witch themed. I’m into that new show Witches Of Eat End on Lifetime, it is a really good show, but if you’re afraid of the dark or hate watching horror stuff at night, I recommend recording it to watch the next day. Lately, it’s been getting a little creepy. Plus, it is Thursday too! It’s Vampire Day! The Vampire Diaries is on tonight, did anybody watch last week’s episode and bawl their eyes out? Yeah I did. Something else that broke my heart on that episode was the fact that Stefan burned his old diaries. Thanks Tessa for firing Stefan’s brain instead of Silas. You should have stayed on the other side. Okay, done rambling and onto my little story. I hope you enjoy it!
Emma was a good girl, but had her bad habits.
She was only nineteen when she found out about her family’s past and what she was; she was a powerful witch.
Growing up, the dark lifestyle wasn’t a secret, but her ancestors were.
Her family came from Salem, and while most of her great aunts were burned and hung from trees, the family line was still in tact.
One of her great-great-great aunts had a child out-of-wedlock and knew the truth would be out soon, so once her baby was born, she left it on a door step of another in-secret witch family.
Her mother told her about both sides of the families, the one that the baby was raised by and the her real mother.
This old aunt of Emma, was named Selma, even after her mother and extended family was killed she still stayed in that same place and even visited the graves to communicate with the dead.
Selma wanted revenge to the ones who killed her mother, so she put a spell on the killers families.
If they produce the next line of their family a witch of her family is to kill the other family’s heir.
After a 150 years, nobody bothered asking how those people found out about her family’s secret; she knew there was another story behind it and instead of killing, she wanted the truth.
Derek was the last heir of his long-lost family.
It took him years to find out the truth of why his family and the members before him never raised their children, he was just curious enough to ask his caregiver about the secrets.
His caregiver, Melvin told him about a my great-great-great grandfather killed a family of witches in Salem, and a secret child put a curse on his family that if they produced an heir that somebody of the witch family would come to kill him.
Derek was only 10 years old when he asked about the truth and was shocked and scared of his fate if a younger witch ever found him.
That’s why he and Melvin never stayed in one place longer than they should, as much Derek hated leaving a place he loved and the friends he was starting to warm up to him. he knew a witch could come after him sooner or later.
Emma had asked her mother about how she would know the next heir would be close.
She said, “oh you’ll know” like that helped.
Emma was a powerful witch, but she was a student first, always learning new things whether its math equations or spells.
Today was just like any other day in school, but getting to her classes she had a strange feeling; a feeling of anger, sadness, and horror.
Going into her science class, sitting down in her desk, as all of the students came in, a blonde hair kid came walking in with a note in his hand, “class, this is Derek Peterson, here why don’t take a seat next to Emma Slater,” the feelings intensified.
Derek sat next to a young brunette who never looked at him once, she ignored him to the fullest.
He was used to that kind of behavior from the other kids in new schools.
Emma was reading the chapter of their science book, to get a head start on homework.
Derek was confused of what the assignment, “Hey, can you explain to me about this section?”
Emma could feel her anger boiling up from the tips of her fingers down to her toes, the room started to shake and all of the books floated up in the air as the glasses exploded, the other students and their teacher were shocked and didn’t understand, but one person did understand, Derek knew he was sitting by the witch that has to kill him.
After her class was over, Emma went home and found her mother looking at her, “I know, wind chimes went berserk after you left.”
“You mean you can tell even though you weren’t with me?” Emma said to her mother as the left to go downstairs to the basement.
“Of course honey, I have to keep an eye out for you even if you’re gone.” Her mother said as she put her hands under her chin.
“So what do we do now?” Emma said as she looked inside the huge room with millions of containers full of supplies only a witch would need.
“You have to kill him, if you can kill him now then the curse ends,” her mother turned to Emma once again before pulling out her book of potions.