Magic lessons

Failure has a war of irking me and making me feel like peeling off my skin, getting laid, or doing something completely irrational and spontaneous.

I kicked the wall and my toe hit a broken fraction of the glass. I started bleeding but the blood stopped as soon as it started and my cut was sealed back like it was never there.

"Are you alright?" Suzy touched my shoulders and said with a voice laced with concern.

"I'm far from that, I just failed my first attempt at a magic lesson." I squeezed my eyes shut and punched the wall till I could feel a crack and then I felt better.

"It's okay to not get magic right at first, but I can guarantee you that will be a master witch as long as you keep practicing." Suzy twirled me around and said subtly.

"But how can we continue when I didn't get the first lesson right?" My brows furrowed.

"We can continue by learning the scope of magic and some history." She stood tall and cracked her knuckles.

She led us towards the fifth storey building pavement and we hopped on it to watch the full moon at its brightest glory. The warm milky glow of the moon graced the sky as if she had some bright idea, something brilliant that needed to shine upon the earth.

"There are five major branches  of magic that witches must be familiarized with." Suzy's eyes riveted from the moon to face my porcelain glass skin that the moonlight centered on.

"Ancestral magic, representational magic, necromancy, hoodoo, and voodoo." Her tone came out softly and there was a unique light in her eyes like she missed being a full witch.

"That is a lot. It is so good hearing you talk about magic than pussies and dick." I chuckled and she ruffled my long hair.

"Ancestral magic is an extremely powerful form of witchcraft that draws on the power of consecrated or sacred witches. But it is limited to the area where the witch's ancestors are buried."

"Does the witches of LA practice ancestral magic?" My gaze at the moon broke as I blinked repeatedly.

"Yes, that's the reason why no matter how many times they are stopped from using magic, they can't leave LA else their magic fades." She pinched her index finger and thumb together to make her point.

"No wonder Basitana can't help but hate dad. The witches are totally helpless." I pouted and recalled the glare she kept sparing dad in the courtroom.

"But why does dad forbids them from using magic?" I stretched my legs forward to the air and backward to feel the rough patches of the pavement while the chill wind ruffled our hair.

"Once upon a time, in year 1208. There was a french warlock, a voodoo wizard that moved from France to LA and became the leader of the coven of witches. He claimed to be a necromancer that could raise the dead and enforce his own brand of law. Sailors would go buy wind from him to ensure a safe journey and the citizens of the city sought him to solve their legal issues rather than going to the authorities. The humans and vampire factions weren't happy with the development because it made them the minorities while the witches ruled the quarter."

I shivered from the cold and rubbed my hands to feel warm. "Damn! That must have been a terrible time for the other factions. I can't believe the witches once ruled."

"Lucindo D'Abovillle the great eventually died in the hands of the ruthless dark lord. Alaric Marshall I."

"Wait a minute!" I raised my hands to stop her. "Isn't that grandfather?"

"Yes, He was not the best of angels but more of a devil and he had lots of enemies. Alaric choked the life out of him and threw him on the floor to rot and wither into nothing in the year 1273."

"He lived for sixty-five years?"

"That is absolutely correct and that happened in the 13th century. After his downfall, the witches were banned from using magic for the first time in history."

"Wait a minute! Something doesn't add up. The witches didn't use magic for a very long time?"

"No, so many wars have happened child, sometimes the witches regained power and freedom and ruled the quarter and sometimes the wolves. We have a whole library filled with our history." Suzy patted my back and jumped from the fifth storey building.

I followed her swiftly and landed on my feet and hands.

"You are a quarter witch and have so much power inside of you. All you need to do is tap into that energy." Suzy said before slipping a lollipop in her mouth. I guess slutty Suzy is back.

"Right!" I sighed and nodded my head at her motivation. I closed my eyes and tried to decipher what emotion I felt. It was that of despair and how I needed to prove myself.

I shut my eyes tight and balled my fists hard till I couldn't feel them.  I could feel my energy turning into electricity inside of me. I felt like I could feel little sparks so I channeled the sparks to my mind and it felt like a whole voltage shot through me. The loud bang of the gate with Suzy's cry made me open my eyes.

"I told you to blast the air and not knock me out of existence." Suzy yelped and struggled to stand up while I cackled.

"I can't believe it, I did it." I jumped and twirled around, feeling good and proud of myself.

"Oh!" Suzy scratched her neck and furrowed her brows. "That's true, you did it."

"Come here and help me shut this gate." Suzy beckoned on me. I walked towards the gate to close it properly when something caught my eyes.

I pushed the gate open wide as curiosity seeped into me.

"What is that?" Suzy hollered from the compound.

"Come take a look." I waved my hands at her and tried to grasp the situation.

Three vampires laid dead right outside the quarter. There is a Crescent sign on their forehead with dried patched blood in it. The vampires were placed in a circle drawn with chalk on the floor.

"How is this possible? Killing of vampires is a taboo." Suzy gasped and her legs wobbled.

"These vampires weren't even staked, they are just dead, how is that possible? And why leave the bodies here when they should be hidden from the dark lord?"

"Elena, the bodies were meant to be seen, this is a message."