"Was it Lilith?!" Jacob demanded, shouting with fury in his eyes, "She should have wakened the wand on the night of the meeting if she showed up!"
"I don't think so!" Ann lied, shouting back at Jacob, "She never even touched the wand. She already crashed her car when I got there! But then the wand lit up in my hand! So you tell me!"
Except for the fact that it was Ann who crashed the car, and the wand tried to fly to Lilith, the rest of her words were somewhat true.
Ann cried longer than usual before Jacob turned and took Ann into his arms.
"You will always have a special place in my heart, Ann." Jacob whispered into Ann's ear with a sigh, "So please don't lie to me again."
"I..." Ann sobbed, "I didn't want to make you choose between me and Lilith..."
Ann was afraid that Jacob would choose Lilith.
"Lilith never even cared about being a witch, she would have given the wand to you if you have asked." Said Jacob in a soft tone, "Silly gi
"Who are you?!" Jacob gasped, staring at Edmund, confused. "Edmund Gaomond, I presume?" Ann curved her lips at Edmund, charming and alluring. Surprised at how Ann acted as if she had never met him, Edmund didn't show his suspicion but instead bowed as it was his first time meeting Ann: "At your service, madam. I'm actually here for him." He hinted at Damon's lifeless body. "Sorry about that," Ann glanced at the dead body on the ground, "But I have paid for the suitcase so... Do you think you can leave it to me?" "Are you even aware of what it is that you purchased?" Asked Edmund with that polite smile. "He just promised me that it would waken the wand." Ann shook her head genuinely, "It's very important to our coven, sir, the fate of our kind depends on it!" "What wand?" Edmund's eyes fell on the wand in Ann's hand. "Sorry, but I cannot let you in on the coven's secret, sir." Ann bowed at Edmund before she took a step c
"You sure we don't have to contact Miss Hayes, boss?" Buster asked hesitately. "Since when are my orders not certain, Buster?" Edmund put on his suit and stretched its hem. "You just saved her life, boss," Buster sighed as he handed Edmund a black tie, "AGAIN. It would be a good chance to--" "She didn't care about it last time, why would she care this time?" Edmund took the tie with a poker face, "Besides, she wasn't even in danger this time, the abductor got it wrong." "Yes, but you took a huge risk for her!" Buster sighed at his boss's stubborness-- Edmund was obviously suffering from being away from Lilith, but he would rather take blood out of his own heart than go and try talk to her. How was that gonna get her back?! "I'm more interested in the matter at hand right now." Edmund pushed the tie high up, "Who's he?" Buster chose to answer the first half of Edmund's words: "Are you sure you are not looking into this m
Taking a sip from his gin, Edmund let out a slight sigh. The dinner at the archbishop's was yet to begin. Apparently they were waiting for some "important guest". "The 30th time." Buster mumbled in a small voice. "What?" Edmund looked up, confused. "You have sighed for the 30th time tonight, boss." Buster smiled politely as he stated in a flat tone. Not flat enough to be accepted by Edmund though-- "You have been pretty bold lately," Edmund squinted his eyes with a frown, "Maybe I have given you too much freedom?" "It's my job to assist you, boss." Buster bowed, gentleman like, "I merely feel that you need more of that now, ever since you met Miss Hayes." "I don't know what you are talking about." Edmund took a huge gulp of his drink. "I thought meeting with Miss Hayes might lighten up your mood though," Buster muttered with a confused tone, "please tell me you talked to her, boss?" "Shut up." Bu
Lilith stood by the side of Ann with an empty look, like a puppet following its puppeteer. Edmund narrowed his eyes at the scene in front of him with a frown-- Why was SHE here?! And what was she doing with Ann?! The last time he checked, Ann was the one who stole Jacob from her! Putting down his glass, Edmund took a step forward to Lilith, and Ann noticed his intention immediately-- "Please," Ann curved her lips as she announced to the room, "This is the girl who asked to be turned on our last meeting, Jacob's girlfriend, Lilith Hayes." Lilith stood there, not even blinking as if it wasn't her name that just silenced the room. "What is this?" Hank frowned -- he just got out from the archbishop's study, "I didn't know--" "Sorry, Hank," Mike, Ann's father put a hand on his shoulder, "it was my mistake. I heard my little girl was the reason why Miss Hayes missed her chance to be a witch, so I thought maybe we could add this littl
"Please, young alpha, take a seat." The old man smiled warmly at Edmund, gesturing a seat near to him as he sat down slowly. "That's very kind of you, archbishop." Edmund grabbed Lilith's wrist and pulled her toward the table, "But before anything else, I need a favor from you. I think she was put under a mind spell." "Yes, my child?" The old man held out his hand to Lilith, "Let me take a look." Lilith took a quick glance at Mr. Algood before she walked toward the archbishop slowly, and put her hand in that wrinkled palm lightly. The old man held her hand as he closed his eyes as if he was listening carefully to something. Everyone in the room was holding back their breath as if that would disturb this mysterious ritual. "I don't feel any trace of magic on her, young alpha." The old man finally opened his eyes. "Thanks, archbishop." Edmund bowed a little, with still suspicion in his eyes. Lilith threw Edmund's hand off
"Guess it wasn't her after all." Hank let out a relieved sigh-- For a second, he was really worried that Ann just might be the one causing the crash! "I'm sorry for the unfortunate crash," The archbishop sighed lightly, "Maybe some hothead went for her after Hank's vision changed on the meeting, but if so, at least she would be safe now." "That would be the best." Edmund nodded politely, not letting anyone see the suspicion in his eyes, "I have only one question before I gave this suitcase to you: who would be in charge of this wand, if you were to waken it?" "No one." The archbishop shook his head, "And I don't want your blood." This time Edmund was genuinely surprised -- he actually thought his blood was what the coven was after. Why would they need him if they didn't want to use his blood to waken the wand?! "I had the exact same surprised face," The archbishop smiled warmly, "When my mentor told me he didn't want to waken the wand,
Though a bit surprised, Edmund was actually waiting for this moment -- Whoever made Lilith into this weird puppet, Edmund needed them to use her to reveal themselves so he could save her. Lilith picked up her left leg and threw her knee into Edmund's abdomen. Edmund back a step fast, trying to avoid her leg-- She would hurt herself if the crash happened -- A werewolf's body was was too strong for a human's kick! Edmund rose up Lilith's right arm into the air so she was barely standing on the ground, and losing all the momentum she had as her body bumped into his chest. Usually this would stop one from trying to make more damage but Lilith swang her body as if her wrist couldn't feel pain, and the second Edmund realized that whoever possessed her body didn't care about her, he had to let her go-- And this time Lilith's foot hit his hand and the suitcase flew out and slid to Ann's feet. "Ann!" Hank gasped in shock as Ann stepped
Sure, Edmund sighed in his mind -- he wasn't even that surprised. He was now pretty sure Ann was the one who crashed Lilith's car, so he doubt if he'd be surprised if one day he finds out that Ann had killed someone. "So, Mr. Algood," Edmund turned to Jacob's father with a dangerous smile, "Body control spell is your specialty?" "I don't owe you any explanation!" Algood snorted coldly, "Don't get too comfortable here, wolf!" "I wonder why you would help," Edmund sneered, ignoring Algood's attitude, fixing his eyes on "Lilith." There was now visible fear on "Lilith's" face. "Would you care if I kill..." Edmund's eyes fell slowly on Algood, "whoever inside her?" "Of course not!" Algood scolded furiously, "What are you implying?!" "I'm not implying anything," Edmund let out a light laugh, "I'm SAYING, you are the one who cast this spell, and my guess is, the person who is controlling Lilith's action is your son, Jacob Algood."
"Boss, why didn't you tell her about Jacob's part in it?" Buster held a tie at Edmund's side. "I don't want to upset her." Edmund shrugged, "It was Beryl's plan anyways." "I guess we are keeping her this time then?" Buster asked with an innocent enough tone, and still got himself a glare-- Edmund didn't like this subject, because he wasn't sure how Lilith would decide. And he hated waiting other's decision. But Lilith didn't have any spare mind to really make any decision. The new witch life was too strange for her to settle in-- Light shot out of her hand everytime she had even the slightest mood swing. When she woke up from a nightmare, when she was pat on the shoulder, even when someone just called her name while her mind wandered. The first few days would have been hard if it wasn't werewolves and Sarla that was around her but normal humans. She felt horrible at first, but they made it into a game-- Lilith was having lunch
Lilith woke up in the middle of the night, and Edmund was sitting in a chair right next to her bed. "What in the name of Jesus!" Edmund shot open his eyes, apparently also a bit shocked: "Sorry! I dozed off...How are you feeling?" The last thing Lilith remembered was Ann inviting her to the private room in the library to "talk", so waking up to Edmund sitting next to her was as if the past several days was a super long horrible dream. As if she never woke up from the crashing night. "Why am I here?!" Lilith asked in panic, "What happened?! I thought I was in the library..." Considering her reaction -- well, her fury -- the last time he suggested to Lilith that Jacob might cause her crash, Edmund decided against dumping the nightmare-like day to her. Instead, Edmund just sat down on the side of the bed and patted her on the head-- "You are okay now...shhh--" "Don't!--" Lilith threw her wrist and hit Edmund's hand away, y
Several voices shouted at the same time. Some of them were mages, shouting at the fact that "Lilith" got hold of the wand; Mike, Ann and another mage standing near Algood were shouting at Algood because they didn't want the body control spell lifted. If only shouting works. They never do. "Lilith" got the wand in her bloody hand, and then blacked out the next second, like a puppet who just lost its strings. The wand also dropped from her lifeless hand, rolling away and stopped in the middle of the room. "Buster, the wand!" Edmund shouted as he managed to stand up with Lilith's body held in his arms, "Sarla!" Buster jumped out at the wand the second he heard his name called out, and Sarla was already at Edmund's side checking on Lilith's status. "Boss, she's fine, just out cold." Sarla glanced at Edmund's concerned look, "Let me check your wound--" "I'm fine." Said Edmund impatiently with one handheld on his left chest hard, "Wh
Sure, Edmund sighed in his mind -- he wasn't even that surprised. He was now pretty sure Ann was the one who crashed Lilith's car, so he doubt if he'd be surprised if one day he finds out that Ann had killed someone. "So, Mr. Algood," Edmund turned to Jacob's father with a dangerous smile, "Body control spell is your specialty?" "I don't owe you any explanation!" Algood snorted coldly, "Don't get too comfortable here, wolf!" "I wonder why you would help," Edmund sneered, ignoring Algood's attitude, fixing his eyes on "Lilith." There was now visible fear on "Lilith's" face. "Would you care if I kill..." Edmund's eyes fell slowly on Algood, "whoever inside her?" "Of course not!" Algood scolded furiously, "What are you implying?!" "I'm not implying anything," Edmund let out a light laugh, "I'm SAYING, you are the one who cast this spell, and my guess is, the person who is controlling Lilith's action is your son, Jacob Algood."
Though a bit surprised, Edmund was actually waiting for this moment -- Whoever made Lilith into this weird puppet, Edmund needed them to use her to reveal themselves so he could save her. Lilith picked up her left leg and threw her knee into Edmund's abdomen. Edmund back a step fast, trying to avoid her leg-- She would hurt herself if the crash happened -- A werewolf's body was was too strong for a human's kick! Edmund rose up Lilith's right arm into the air so she was barely standing on the ground, and losing all the momentum she had as her body bumped into his chest. Usually this would stop one from trying to make more damage but Lilith swang her body as if her wrist couldn't feel pain, and the second Edmund realized that whoever possessed her body didn't care about her, he had to let her go-- And this time Lilith's foot hit his hand and the suitcase flew out and slid to Ann's feet. "Ann!" Hank gasped in shock as Ann stepped
"Guess it wasn't her after all." Hank let out a relieved sigh-- For a second, he was really worried that Ann just might be the one causing the crash! "I'm sorry for the unfortunate crash," The archbishop sighed lightly, "Maybe some hothead went for her after Hank's vision changed on the meeting, but if so, at least she would be safe now." "That would be the best." Edmund nodded politely, not letting anyone see the suspicion in his eyes, "I have only one question before I gave this suitcase to you: who would be in charge of this wand, if you were to waken it?" "No one." The archbishop shook his head, "And I don't want your blood." This time Edmund was genuinely surprised -- he actually thought his blood was what the coven was after. Why would they need him if they didn't want to use his blood to waken the wand?! "I had the exact same surprised face," The archbishop smiled warmly, "When my mentor told me he didn't want to waken the wand,
"Please, young alpha, take a seat." The old man smiled warmly at Edmund, gesturing a seat near to him as he sat down slowly. "That's very kind of you, archbishop." Edmund grabbed Lilith's wrist and pulled her toward the table, "But before anything else, I need a favor from you. I think she was put under a mind spell." "Yes, my child?" The old man held out his hand to Lilith, "Let me take a look." Lilith took a quick glance at Mr. Algood before she walked toward the archbishop slowly, and put her hand in that wrinkled palm lightly. The old man held her hand as he closed his eyes as if he was listening carefully to something. Everyone in the room was holding back their breath as if that would disturb this mysterious ritual. "I don't feel any trace of magic on her, young alpha." The old man finally opened his eyes. "Thanks, archbishop." Edmund bowed a little, with still suspicion in his eyes. Lilith threw Edmund's hand off
Lilith stood by the side of Ann with an empty look, like a puppet following its puppeteer. Edmund narrowed his eyes at the scene in front of him with a frown-- Why was SHE here?! And what was she doing with Ann?! The last time he checked, Ann was the one who stole Jacob from her! Putting down his glass, Edmund took a step forward to Lilith, and Ann noticed his intention immediately-- "Please," Ann curved her lips as she announced to the room, "This is the girl who asked to be turned on our last meeting, Jacob's girlfriend, Lilith Hayes." Lilith stood there, not even blinking as if it wasn't her name that just silenced the room. "What is this?" Hank frowned -- he just got out from the archbishop's study, "I didn't know--" "Sorry, Hank," Mike, Ann's father put a hand on his shoulder, "it was my mistake. I heard my little girl was the reason why Miss Hayes missed her chance to be a witch, so I thought maybe we could add this littl
Taking a sip from his gin, Edmund let out a slight sigh. The dinner at the archbishop's was yet to begin. Apparently they were waiting for some "important guest". "The 30th time." Buster mumbled in a small voice. "What?" Edmund looked up, confused. "You have sighed for the 30th time tonight, boss." Buster smiled politely as he stated in a flat tone. Not flat enough to be accepted by Edmund though-- "You have been pretty bold lately," Edmund squinted his eyes with a frown, "Maybe I have given you too much freedom?" "It's my job to assist you, boss." Buster bowed, gentleman like, "I merely feel that you need more of that now, ever since you met Miss Hayes." "I don't know what you are talking about." Edmund took a huge gulp of his drink. "I thought meeting with Miss Hayes might lighten up your mood though," Buster muttered with a confused tone, "please tell me you talked to her, boss?" "Shut up." Bu