Anabelle - Vampire & Werewolf & Witch

by Mela Zen

  “Hey, sis! I tried calling you but you didn’t answer,” Zeke gives me a hug.

  “I ran out, jogging. Who are these people?” I look at them, one of the men tried flirting with his eyes at me.

  “Oh, these guys are my friends, I met them at the Ranger job I took. This Freddie and Joshua, guys meet my sister Annabelle,” Zeke points at me.

  Two muscular and big men stood up showing their broad shoulders. By the looks of their built, they may be football players or play some kind of sport. One of the guys has dirty blonde hair tied into a small ponytail. He wears black skinny jeans that seem way too tight and a loose grey v neck t-shirt.

  The other guy has short light brown hair and a wide smile. His clothes are less punk looking as he wears black jeans and a blue polo. The best feature out of him is his shiny blue eyes, similar to the sky.

  “Nice to meet ya. I am Joshua. Nice place you have,” he shakes my hand. His hands are sweaty.

  “Names Freddie. You look familiar,” he shakes my hand slowly while examining me.

  My mind instantly replays the ’Hey Bro!’, sounding exactly like the man who called my potential mate. I shake my head, looking up at him, “Nope. Don’t recall.”

  “He’s Freddie, the guy I told you about,” Danni smiles.

  “Glad to put a face to the name.”

  “Hey sis, can you like please get some food for us. We are starving,” Zeke looks at me, but his eyes doesn’t want food but blood.

  “I thought you said you went grocery shopping,” saying our code words.

  “I forgot.”

  “Fine. I will be right back.”

  “Love you!”

  ***

  “Pizza, pizza, pizza, pizzA,” I exclaim pulling up to this pizza place. It is small, well hidden behind the Domino’s that looks more popular. I decided to go to DJ’s Pizza simply because it looks less busy and cozier.

  They never did say what kind of pizza they wanted so I assume pepperoni pizza. I park my sweetie that is stuffed with beer and other important groceries, locking it and head inside toward the pizza shop.

  The doorbell rings and the cashier looks up at me with a happy smile. Her blonde hair is tied up into a neat bun that is accessorized with a visor. Her cheeks are flushed with red due to the heat in this place. However, once she took a good look at me, the color in her face drains to pale white. I hear her heart rising and her breathing increasing.

  “Hi, welcome to DJ’s Pizza. How may I help you,” she masks her fear.

  I examine her features quickly, she is a young lass coming from the Emerald Coven based on the emerald locket she has wrapped around her neck. She notices my sapphire ring on my right ring finger and she widens her eyes.

  It is true that vampires need their jewelry in order for them to be allowed to walk in the sun, without their ring, earrings, or necklace not being spelled by a witch, then they melt. That is why it is important to befriend witches, no matter how much you dislike them.

  Witches also have jewelry to tell someone who knows about the supernatural life which coven they belong to. In case of this young girl, she belongs to the Emerald coven while I belong to the dying Sapphire coven. There is also the Ruby coven, Pearl coven, Diamond coven, and Amethyst coven.

  “Umm, three large pepperoni pizzas to go please,” I smile politely pretending not be phase by her.

  “That’ll be $25.50. Cash or card?”

  “Cash,” I hand her two twenties.

  When our hands meet, instantly my skin is irritated. It took everything in my power to ignore the sensation. When she counts my change and handed it back, she examines our hands close to see the effect her hands caused me.

  Ten minutes later, with an irritated hand, I get my pizza and walked out of there as quickly as I could. I literally toss the pizza onto the passenger seat and examine my right hand. I see my skin peeling off and small burn marks creeping through. I take a whiff at my hand to confirm my suspicion.

  Vervain.

  I turn on the car and backed out to drive home as fast as I could. Now I am angry that I have to drink more blood out of our already low supply to cure this mark. I shouldn’t be surprised that witches are protecting themselves, vampires are ruthless against witches. Vampires hardly have any friends within the supernatural community.

  Once I reach the house I see the boys are outside trying out some football techniques with my brother. I want to laugh as I watch him hit the floor, but the vervain is seething through my skin and I have to get it to fix.

  “Hey bro, I have ummmm a lady emergency. Groceries are in the car along with the pizza,” I get out of my car.

  “DAMN! THATS YOUR WHIP?!” Freddie exclaims.

  “Whip?”

  “Your car. It is insane! This is a masterpiece. You gotta let me drive it,” he practically begs.

  “After dinner. Now get the shit. Zeke,” I eye him.

  When I felt that it was safe, I ran down to the basement where the laundry mat is at. I pull this small leverage that is disguised. as a toolbox and it opens like a fridge. There a row of blood bags appear and I grab one closing the fridge behind me.

  I devoured the blood like no tomorrow. I watch my hand and it cleared up.

  This town has gotten more interesting.

  And I need to get more blood.

  Chapter 6

  Annabelle

  The next night, agonizing night, I left to find a blood bank. The hospital had a few packages that I was going to take but there was an emergency and I felt it was best that I did not steal the stuff for I might go bizerk.

  “What, Zeke?” I answer the phone after I ignored it twice.

  “Um, Dani doesn’t want to shift,” he breathes out.

  “Tell her she has to or I’ll force it out of her.”

  “Yeah, she ran off.”

  “And you didn’t think about chasing her?”

  “Annabelle, I am dying for blood. Animal blood is not helping right now and I might sink my teeth in her.”

  “I will be right there, I need to find more blood. You freaking drank all of it!”

  “Just hurry, please. And I will do a perimeter search on Dani. I don’t think she ran far.”

  I hung up and let out a frustrated sigh. Dani has become a real pain in the ass lately, especially when it comes to shifting. I am just trying to help, and if she wants to play like that then I’ll show her what a cold heart is all about.

  I ended up finding another blood bank that is a couple miles down the road from the closest city. It was still at night, cool and crisp. I found the bank that is obviously closed but not well secure as the lights were left on. I go to the back to find a small window, expecting if there are any alarms guarding the building. Luckily there isn’t any and I did a spell on the windows. I would go for the door but that seem a tad bit obvious.

  “Fenestram aperire,” I whisper.

  I hear the latch unlatch and the window open slowly. I jump up and land on the sill, waiting to hear movements but all I hear is a heartbeat. So someone is in here, great now I have to dodge them. I would abandon ship but I just used our last blood. I walk around looking at the white walls and the hospital smell.

  I exit the room I was in and toured a place a bit, hoping to find what I really need. I go downstairs and I smell some herbs being mixed together, cantation flowing through the room. It is a spell that is made to cause enough pain towards someone. I guess he may be a witch after all, but my nose is not confirming it for me.

  Nor a werewolf. Not a vampire. Not a human.

  Is this person?

  I look closer and find the man to be the exact man I was afraid to find out. So he has to be a witch somehow but not a full grown which is impossible. I sigh a bit, letting this get away from my task, which is getting blood.

  I get out of the room and found myself in another room that contains steel doors and low, low temperature. I smile knowing I hit the jackpot, looking at the code lock system.

  “You’re n
ever gonna get it without a badge,” the same low voice talks.

  No fucking way, “Do you mind if I borrow yours?”

  “No can do, but I will call the police. Unless...you can tell me who you are.”

  “You mean what I am?”

  “Yes.”

  “I am a being who needs the blood, selfish I know but I need it.”

  I feel him stepping closer, hesitantly, and silently, “So do others need, more than you.”

  “So you know what I am. Do you know about the others?”

  “Yes, I was just told about them recently. My good friend, Dani, she explained some of it to me.”

  “Danni? The werewolf?”

  “Y-you know her?”

  “Of course I do. I helped her with her transformation. Look, I just need six packets of blood and I’ll be out your way. I won’t come back unless I am in dire need alright?”

  “No can do, sweetheart. It is my job to make sure that this place is stocked with blood.”

  “Are you a witch?”

  “Um, that is what I am trying to find out. How about we make a deal, I give you just six packs of blood and you help me find out if I am meant to be a witch. My little sister, McKenzie is a witch but somehow I am not one.”

  “Deal.”

  “Then turn around.”

  I smile looking down then I turn around facing the possible mate. I give a cocky grin when his heart races and eyes widen. I am controlling my own heart rate as I see his gleaming brown eyes staring at me.

  “It’s you,” he whispers.

  “The one and only. We had a deal?” I move away pointing towards the steel door.

  “Uhhh yes,” he clears his throat, removing his badge from his la coat, sliding it in the system.

  The system lets out a small beep letting the door open slowly. The man walks into the fridge, based on how the temperature feels, grabbing a few packets of blood. He puts them in a small cooler and hands it to me.

  “Good. So I am going to need a basic family history in order to help you. When do you want to start.”

  “Um, tomorrow. I need to be with my sister. May I have your number?”

  “Sure,” I take out my phone and handed it to him. Our hands briefly touch, sending electric shockwaves through my body, however I do not know about him.

  “Name’s Elijah by the way. And you are?”

  “Annabelle. Thanks for the blood.”

  “Um no problem, I’ll walk you out.”

  “That’s okay. I’m just going to run out of here. See you soon?”

  “Bye.”

  I rush my ass out of there, going pass the porch and across the street. I made sure the blood is securely tied to my body, searching for another blood bank. We are so going to need more than six packs of blood. My brother and I tend to devour blood more than the average vampires.

  My mind then traces back to Elijah. There was something off about him, like he wanted to say something more but something was refraining him from doing so. Whatever it may be, I intend to find out before shit happens.

  ***

  Elijah

  Annabelle.

  Her name is Annabelle. Perfect name for a beautiful dame. Her black hair flowing down to her chest, curling at all the right places. Her round nose rounds off her perfect smile, a smile that has dimples no less.

  I hear my phone ring, hoping to hear from Annabelle. However, my smile drops when I see the number on the screen.

  “Yes, boss?” I answer with a formal tone.

  “Elijah, my boy. Good to hear from you. Have you gotten that spell figured out yet? We are on a timeline,” the stern voice replies back.

  “I am getting there, I was just rudely interrupted by one of your kind.”

  “Elijah, I have no one over there. Who is this vampire you met?”

  If I don’t tell him, he will soon find out in some weird way. Not to mention he knows everything about my sister and I, and no matter what I will always put my sister first.

  “Elijah?”

  “Sorry, boss. I was trying to find the ID she left behind. I managed to convince her to go but she did escape with some blood.”

  “That’s fine. Do you have the ID in hand?”

  “Yes, but its a student ID. Her name is Annabelle?”

  Suddenly the line cuts off, leaving me alone. I look at the phone to see it say that it was disconnected, so I hanged up. I threw away the fake paper into the fire, and resumed my work for the spell.

  At first I didn’t want to work for him, he hurt my family in many ways for centuries. He even killed my parents leaving my sister and I alone to fend for ourselves at a young age. It was even harder when my sister came down with pneumonia, almost every other few months and money became tight.

  He offered to pay up as long as I do spells for him, helping him kill vampires in the process. Not that I mind, I just wanted my sister to be with me to let her know it is okay. That with me she will be fine and nothing will come between us.

  I finish the cantation, putting the liquid in a small vile and tying it up hard. This could easily damage a hybrid’s sense for days even weeks. I smile at it and go upstairs, putting it together with my other vials of potions and spells.

  I close up the bank, locking it every door and window in case another vampire decides to raid this bank.

  ***

  I close the door and turn on the light. Everything seems to be in place, Kenzie’s books laid across the table as well as her backpack. Barely ten years old, she is already smarter than most of her classmates and me even. She discovered her witch abilities when I told her why I work for the bad man.

  She was so angry the previous apartment we lived in began to shake. Many thought it was a rare earthquake, however I managed to convince them it was just probably a plane flying too low. Then I told her not to worry, one I figure out how to be a powerful witch, I will get us out of the situation.

  I head upstairs to make sure that she is safe and sound, opening the door cautiously. I see her sleeping with no worries on her face, her light brown strand of hair moving slowly against her breath.

  My sister is a peaceful angel, I wish my parents were here to see this. She has grown into a mighty fine young lady.

  “Don’t. Move,” a voice behinds me says, grabbing my neck roughly.

  I close the door and lift my hands up as this man picks me up and throws me against the couch. I look up to the guy and I see him, my boss.

  “I’m sorry, sir. What did I do?” I ask with a shaky breath.

  “You, my friend, had the opportunity to kill my enemy and yet you let her go. Care to explain?” He sits himself on the chair.

  “I didn’t know that she was your enemy.”

  “YES YOU DID. Annabelle Knight has been my enemy since the dawn of time, I envied her in every way possible. What makes you think it is okay to let her go?”

  “I swear, boss. I did not know. You told me you’ll tell me later because I needed to focus on my potion making skills.”

  “No worries. This is actually good. This can be beneficial. Now that I think of it, this is actually a great idea,” he takes in a deep breath and exhaling it, “You will befriend her. You will make her trust you, it will be hard because she does not trust well. Don’t worry about the potion, I will hire another witch. You just make sure that you and her are close while Madeline and Genevieve concentrate on the spells.”

  “Yes, sir,” I lied.

  “And make sure you do not double cross me. I will make sure that you will never see your sister again. I will kill you in front of her, show her what a slow painful death looks like. I will have vampires coming in next week to watch you. Make sure you choose wisely.”

  “Of course, sir.”

  “Good.”

  “Daryl, Maggie is waiting for you at the house. She says it is urgent,” said a random henchman.

  “Pleasure doing business with you, Elijah. Remember what I said.”

  “I know. Make friends, gain he
r trust. If I do not do those things, my sister will see me die.”

  “Glad you understand.”

  Next thing I know, I felt him disappear quickly. Now I am in even more trouble. This girl that caught my eye, is now my number one target. I felt this weird connection for her, everytime we riyadh even though it was like two times, I felt something hitting the walls of my veins. I don’t want to hurt her but I need to save and protect my sister.

  Then it hits me, maybe she can help. Maybe she can fix this situation I am in. It’s a longshot but I am desperate and I need help.

  Annabelle, I pray that you are my savior.

  Chapter 7

  Annabelle

  Next morning, I found myself staring at my brother and Danni kissing over the counter. Somehow I am so still that they haven’t even noticed me coming in or that they were too busy with each other’s lips. I ignored them, slamming the door hard when I left, getting into my sweet ride. I haven’t heard from Freddie in a while, though it wouldn’t surprise me since he has school and work.

  I decided to head into town, checking out everything in broad daylight instead of night. I have always been accustomed to going out alone at night, it always made me feel more at ease. I park my car in one of the lots and I explored the small town.

  It is quite cozy and welcoming with all of the boutiques and weird stores. It kind of reminded me of the French Quarter in Louisiana, but a little less colorful. Walking into this cafe, I order a coffee and sat amongst the people, trying to look as normal as possible.

  “Is this seat taken,” a shy voice appears in front of me.

  “Does it look like it?” I said a bit too harshly.

  “I know what you are,” those words forces me to raise my head. And loan behold, it was the same girl who had laced vervain on her hands. The witch. This time, her blue eyes are more prominent thanks to that black eyeliner she is wearing. Her blonde hair no longer suffers in a ponytail, but sits on her shoulders, occasionally moving.

  “Then sit,” I kick the chair slightly, giving her room to sit.