THREE- Ghost Party

Cordelia Blackwell

I don’t understand why this man had such an effect on me. Throughout my twenty years of life, or rather nineteen if we’re being practical, no man has had this effect on me. “You’re funny.” He said with a small smirk.

“I wasn’t trying to be.” I retorted with a raised eyebrow. I couldn’t let him intimidate me, nor could I let him know the way he affected me.

He inched closer to my face, “You should watch out how you talk to me.” I didn’t like his threatening tone.

“And you should watch out who you’re talking to.” I challenged back. We stared at each other’s eyes, I think he was waiting for me to relent first, but I never would. I have more of a backbone than that.

The real problem was, the longer I stared at his dark brown eyes, I felt like I was being sucked in. They were deep, penetrating, and I could now understand the reputation he had with women.

“I believe there’s no need for this aggressiveness.” Morgana stepped in between the two of us, pulling me back from him slightly.

I was grateful. The closeness made my magic sizzle under my skin, like it wanted to come out. According to my experience, this is never a good thing.

“Your sister needs our help, and Cordelia is the best to help her.” Morgana said in her usual calm and soothing tone.

Cadell stepped back as well, finally breaking eye contact, and I felt myself able to breathe again. “You were saying she’s possessed.” He started with a business tone.

I nodded my head, “Yes, there’s a spirit residing in her body and keeping her wolf shackled inside.” I moved closer to Sheila’s unconscious body. “The process of possession is usually a long one, and Sheila had been through the stages.”

“And how do you get it out of her?” He asked, stepping closer to me again; With every breath I took, his cologne engulfed my senses, making me slightly dizzy.

“The spirit belongs to a witch, Jeanette McConnell.” I turned to him with disgust in my eyes, “Of course, we all know you’ve angered plenty of those, but Jeanette is an old one, I believe she’s way before your time.”

I was still trying to find a definite answer to his question, then I remembered something I once read in an old grimoire. “If we’re lucky, then Jeanette’s body will be in Midwick Cemetery. I will have to dig Jeanette out, burn her bones with the blue flame spell, then put the ashes in the Soul Cleansing Potion.”

“Are you saying my sister needs to drink the ashes of a dead witch?” He seemed disgruntled by the idea.

I shrugged my shoulders, “It’s your best option.” I averted my eyes to Morgana for confirmation and she nodded.

“I will begin with the potion, but you know it will need you to…” She trailed off.

I nodded my head, “I understand, start on it, and by the time I come back, I’m sure I’ll be able to use some of it.”

“Some of what?” He asked with narrowed suspicious eyes.

“Black Magic.” Morgana answered, “The Cleansing spell takes days to be ready, Earth Magic can’t quicken the process.”

“Well, since this was cleared, I’ll be heading out now.” I announced, striding out of the room. As I reached the door, I felt a strong grip on my arm, halting my movement. And something like electricity shot up my arm. I felt goosebumps rise on my body and a shiver ran down my spine.

I don’t know where that was coming from, but I really disliked it.

I turned around, and Cadell was staring down at me, “I’ll come with you.” He said with a tone of finality.

I snatched my arm out of his hold, “I’m not one of your wolves, you know? Try and show some manners. Geez, what happened to men?” I shook my head and left the room.

Against my best wishes, he still followed me. I headed downstairs, the party was still in full swing, and I passed by the various people around. Most of them knew who I was, and some didn’t hide the fact that they didn’t like me all that much.

However, it was easy to notice their surprise and shock when they saw the Alpha following me. He made a show of putting his hand on the small of my back, making it look like we were friends.

We weren’t. We can never be.

Once we were out of the mansion, he grabbed my arm again, “We will take my car.” He ordered.

I don’t know who died and made him the boss of me? What gave him the right to order me around? It made me furious, but again, I shouldn’t be surprised. Cain Cadell was known to treat witches like servants, and when they didn’t do his beddings, he killed them. Usually, in the most gruesome ways ever.

I just want this night to be over with. I thought to myself, then said, “Just bring a shovel.”

He gave me a Cheshire grin and nodded his head. The car ride was engulfed in a tense silence. He gave me a side glance, as we neared the cemetery, “How long have you lived in Midwick?” He asked out of the blue.

“A year.” I know my reply was snipped, but I didn’t want to open the door for a conversation.

He hummed but didn’t say anything. I got the feeling that he wanted to, though. He kept stealing glances my way as he drove, which only made me uncomfortable for some reason. I got to the point of fidgeting in my seat.

Once the car came to a stop, I felt relief wash over me and I couldn’t get out of there faster. “Let’s split to cover more areas.” I told him as we stood in front of the huge metal gates.

The vast land of tombstones and faceless statues laid before my eyes. The night had a cold chilly air, and I felt myself shiver. This place gave me a sense of dread. Suddenly, my mind was attacked by several images of darkness, dirt, and me struggling breathlessly, clawing my way out of the coffin I was placed in.

“You sure you can handle going in there alone?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, no hint of concern in his tone.

I quickly put on my strongest face, and scoffed, “Just find her grave. If she’s a witch, she’ll have a tombstone with her name. Jeanette McConnel.” I stressed her name out.

With that I hurriedly left him, walking through the several tombstones and trying to diminish my memories. After all, I’ve already been dead once, there’s no need to frit, right?