CHAPTER TWELVE: HOLDING ON

CELESTE’S POINT OF VIEW

The summoning spell is one of the spells I developed and perfected myself and now it’s being used against me, magic concocted by me to use to get whatever I want now being used against me, that’s quite ironic when you think of it, the chaser becomes the chased.

Funny… really funny.

The only part of all this that I however do not find funny is the fact that Somebody is with my grimore, my handbook which contains all my powerful spells and incantations, that is so not funny because that book can bring havoc to anyone including me.

I do not know how this person got it, how the broke the seal of the crypt that it was locked in, I do not know how they manage to get my grimore without dying but I know is that when I find this person… this fool, then he or she going to pay with his or her life. I can already think of fascinating way to make this person’s life a living way… very fascinating way to torture them before I eventually kill them.

The sand on the ground slowly starts to disappear, vanishing into plain air, soon it looks like it wasn’t ever there to begin with. It is quite commendable really, this person knows exactly what they are doing I must say.

I’m just a bit annoyed that they think they can threaten me with a little dirt, it makes me Perceive them as nothing but a joke, nobody threatens, I do whatever I want whenever I want to. This person should know that already, how do you steal a person’s grimore and not bother to look the owner up!

“This is witchcraft going on! Ma’am you are under arrest for being an instrument of witchery.” The police woman said and held out a pair of handcuffs. She look scared and weary with the way she is holding the handcuffs in one hand but also reaching for her gun.

“Seriously.” I say to Alec.

“You guys now arrest witches in silver lake?” I said genuinely surprised, Silver lake belongs to the witches when did all these weaklings become strong enough to oppose us? I know the whole witch trial happened, I know a lot of witches were burnt alive by Alexandro but it’s been a century I thought that by now the land would have been restored back to the Witches. Well at least I’m here now and soon everything will go back to the way it was all meant to be, Alexandro and all of his bloodline will be wiped out, all the werewolves will pay with their blood for the war Alexandro Rodriguez waged on the witches.

“Ma’am your hands where I can see them!” The police woman yelled, I can see the fear in all her movement, she should have really backed down the first time.

“Rodurogos antinos.” I said staring in her eyes. It is an ancient spell that makes its receiver’s blood boil internally, it leads to extreme hyperthermia, circulatory shock, ischemia and eventually death in a few minutes. I decided to give her a few minutes to regret ever coming at me like that, maybe if she somehow comes back alive she will know not to ever dare a witch.

I did not stick around to see her die, I just walked away, Alec did not try to stop me, none of the other people at the sideline watching tried to do anything. If there’s one thing every single creature value more than anything it’s their lives, no one wants to lose it.

It is still my first night alive, my first night out of death’s shadow, my first night back in Silver lake and in all my time in hell away from Earth there is one place I missed more than anywhere else.

The moonlight strip club, they’ve got the baddest bitches there and tonight I’m in the mood for some coochie it’s not a dick sorta night.

I might consider going to the one who had summoned me another time but this night I’m just tryna be wild rogue Celeste Monroe.

ALEXANDRO’S POINT OF VIEW

She looks beautiful when she sleeps. What the fuck! Alexandro why are you thinking about her this way?! You really shouldn’t! She is off limits, you cannot fall for her! You cannot fall for Valencia, it is Sheila you love, she will be sacrificed at dawn, this is the last time you would ever see her alive.

I don’t know why this saddens me, I don’t know why I’m second guessing every thing! Fuck! I hate this. I hate doubting myself, doubting if I am making the right decision, mostly of all I hate what I am starting to feel for her, it… this love cannot exists, she is to be sacrificed, I don’t know I cannot think of not being able to see her ever again and that doesn’t even make sense because I have not even known her for that long!

I laid back down on the ground and shut my eyes tightly when she turned in her sleep, she goes back in to her deep undisturbed sleep while I continue to look at her, wondering how and why I feel this way about her, I’m sure this is the doings of the moon goddess, that cunning sleazy bitch!

“Stop staring it’s really creepy.” Valencia said suddenly. This took me unaware because I had no idea that she is awake, I thought she was deep in sleep.

“Can I kiss you?” She asked abruptly.

“I’m gonna die tomorrow anyway, I might as well live my fantasy this night.” She said with a small smile on her lips. I leaned in she leaned in and our lips met each other, he hands slipped gently into my hair, I kissed her slowly and carefully scared to break her, she seems so tender so fragile like ballerina figurine, so graceful, so fragile, so beautiful.

Her hand slipped down and landed on my chest, i let my hand fall to her lower back and then I stopped the kiss to explore the rest of her body, to feel myself inside of her, to feel her around me, to feel her hands holding on to me for dear life…