"Ok I believe you. I can't believe that you actually met my mom. I wonder how she knew your mom. Wait when you say what we call her, who is we?" He leaned in closer like I was about to tell him the key to youthfulness.
Well hells bells, I was really going to tell him I was a hybrid witch. Why not, he would probably just see it anyway, and besides he took a risk telling me all this.
"Well she saved me from some really bad guys, demons actually. They were trying to kidnap me and take me back to the underworld. You see I am a witch, my mom was a witch, but my dad, well he tricked my mom, but his name is Damien, you probably only know him as Lucifer. I am the one and only hybrid demon witch." I smiled tightly and waited for his response.
He laughed, literally a gut busting laugh, I wanted slap him for that.
"And here I was afraid you would think I was crazy for believing the things I do. So you're a witch who just happens to be the daughter of a crappy father, so what." He just shrugged his shoulders. Really, he just shrugs his shoulders?
"A crappy father? Are you serious? My father is Satan, Lucifer, King of Hell, and I just happen to be the Princess of hell who has been on the run for five years and you just shrug it off like it's an everyday occurrence to you." I was peeved that this was his reaction. I expected him to flip out or even be shocked but this, it was crazy.
"Whatever, it's a thing. Katilyn, you have magic that is what I think is cool. I am the son of a prophet who can soon see the future, you are running from hell and it seems like we were meant to meet." He smiled and got up to get a drink.
"Ok, um let's fix one lie that I have created. My name is Katilyn Wesson, not Katilyn Stiles. I have to use fake names because of all the running and tracking, demons are smarter than you think; they know how to check databases for a name. If you want you can start calling me Katilyn." I smiled shyly, allowing him to use my name seemed too personal, I had only ever let one other person call me that and he turned out to be an ass.
"Katilyn, whatever, it is just a name, you know that right?" he looked at me like I had grown and extra eye or something.
"I wanted to be close to my mom in a way. Her name was Jacklyn Stilson and that just seemed like a good name to turn 21 with. Ok dipshit, do you want me to keep explaining or not?" I asked and he nodded in agreement.
"Alright, I am a witch who is good, like Glenda the good witch but with leather boots and an attitude." I smiled at my analogy of myself.
"I don't do any form of black magic, its nasty, dangerous, addicting, and can turn on you in a heartbeat. Since I do have demon blood in my veins I have extra powers that a witch normally does not have. I have powers of self-healing; examples are the wreck and my arm. I could have used spells to help heal my wounds faster, but faster, my demon powers healed it within 12 hours as soon as I cleaned it. The wreck any normal witch or human would have died, what with the broken ribs, punctured lung, broken leg, and a nasty gash to the forehead. But my demon ability to heal allowed me to look like I was an easy bleeder and just bruised. It allows demons to keep a body alive longer so they can do their dirty work. Actually the powers are awesome as long as you don't let the darkness take you under." I smiled proudly of my powers actually able to talk about them made me proud.
"Ok there's one thing I'm not getting then. If I should have killed you in that wreck, but you walked out of it like it was just a bloody fender bender, how the hell did a gash in the arm almost kill you." He was thoroughly confused.
"Excellent question, you were paying attention. That was no ordinary gash in my arm; I had been bitten by a poisonous snake while I was in the water. Snakes are demons minions, doing some dirty work. Nothing is safe from demon poison, not even other demons. His poison was killing me so I had to rip my arm open to make it bleed out the poison. By the time I had reached the house and you had found me I had reopened the wound so many times and bled a lot that I was too weak to recover quickly. After you helped to get me in and somewhat recovered I was able to cast some healing spells and use some herbs to get all the poison out. Then it was healed by the next night but I couldn't exactly let you see an arm that should be infected and nasty all completely healed." I just shrugged as he shook his head in disbelief.
"Ok so where do I come in the picture?" he was back to the serious stuff now.
I thought about that a moment. That was a good question and one that I was trying to determine the answer to.
"Well as for you, the prophet, I wasn't sure at first but now I think that I am beginning to understand. Your mom saw something that was going to put me in the position of Damien capturing me, but she prevented that. I think that your position is that you will help me once again avoid hell. You are seeing things that have yet to come to pass, like this fight that you saw with the blue eyed stranger. I only know one thing for certain; your mom told mine that I would meet a man someday and that he would help me save the world." I smiled at him knowing what his mom said would make him both proud and sad at his moms words.
"Well I guess we should start looking at my mom’s old journals then. I am sure that she must have written something in these journals, but the only thing is I can’t get these things open. There are no locks and I don't know what the deal is." He handed me a leather bound journal.
With one glance I knew they were witch locks and after feeling the journal and its energy I knew they were the work of my mom. She was a crafty witch and this would take some serious thinking.
"These have witch locks on them, and not just any witch locks, they are the making of my mom. They are locked by a spell of some sorts and normally only owned by a witch so I don't know how they would work with a human. I have some of these, I just use a spell and my touch, but these must have some other way of locking." I turned the book over and over in my hands.
I sat there for thirty minutes trying to decipher the code that my mom put on these books. Everything I came up ended with the death of Linda, and clearly it wasn't just touch related.
It was nightfall when I finally tossed the books on the table in defeat for the day. My mind was exhausted from all the different spells that I had tried with no luck.
"Hells bells, I have no idea what my mom would have done. Every avenue I take it becomes a dead end because of the death of the owner. If it was genetics I could manipulate it but I have don't have a clue what to do. Matthews I think I need to head home and get some rest, start on these tomorrow with a fresh head. I need to step back and look at this in a new way, tomorrow." I stood and stretched.
"Yeah no problem Katilyn." He smiled and grabbed his keys and a few journals for me to take home. "Take a few with you; never know you might come to an answer in the middle of the night. So do you have any clue who that blue-eyed stranger is?" he asked as we headed outside.
"I don't know his name or who he is, all I do know is that he says that I am supposed to be his and that he is coming for me" I told him as I headed to the truck. I stopped and went back to the house. "I need to put up some spells of protections and warning on the house and you. Since you are more important now, I need to know that I can help protect you even when you aren't nearby. I keep you safe and you help me stay out of hell, sounds like a good plan." I smiled and started casting my spells.
Confusion, protection, invisibility (but weak), and an alarm for me, it would alert me if a demon or undead came on his property. I was drained from those spells.
"You know you are hot when you do spells, you were sexy before but now, WOW!" he smiled and helped me in the truck.
"Matthews, don't push your luck. Take me home, I need rest now." I whispered, the fight was not in me, I could care less that he was trying to flirt with me. I heard him chuckle as he got in and then we were on the road to my house.
Chapter 7--Dreams, nightmares, and betrothal
I decided that I was dreaming. I had to have been dreaming, what else could it be? Everything was so beautiful and alive. The trees and flowers were in bloom and in the distance I could see a woman si
tting amongst the flowers talking to a little girl. I moved closer to them trying to be quiet as to not bother them. As I got closer to them I realized it was my mom and myself when I was around 11 years old. I was definitely dreaming and remembering at the same time.
"Sweetie do you remember that I told you we were witches?" she asked me. I marveled at my mom in my dream, she was so alive and beautiful. I never wanted to wake up from this dream.
"Yes mama, we are witches that work with Mother Earth she loves us when we treat her well." I beamed back at her smiling as I made a necklace from flower heads.
"Yes sweetie she does, she loves you almost as much as I love you. But I need you to understand the other half of you also. I need you to know things about your future that might be hard to understand." She was trying to explain something to me that day and I was simply not listening. I was listening now.
"A time will come whether I want it to or not that your father will find you and when he does I am certain that he will ask many things of you. You will be expected to marry a boy of his choosing whether you like him or not." She said with caution.
"Mama, that's gross, I don't want to get married; besides boys have cooties. I will only ever be married to Mother Earth she is the one who will love me like you do." My 11 year old self said, still clearly not paying any attention to the information.
My mother laughed some, "That's true, but a time will come one day when you don't think boys have cooties and you will fall in love with one, I just want you to be cautious of the boy to make sure he was not sent by your father." She told me in the tone when she would tell me to clean my room, so now I could see why my young self-did not pay her much attention.
I stood back watching my mother braid my long hair and sing me a song, it was so wonderful and peaceful. I was enjoying my memory when it started to turn black as night and a fog rolled in. I instantly became alert; this was the work of my blue eyed stranger. Now I understood what my mother meant, somehow she knew about this boy and that he would come for me.
A black, shiny pond appeared in the clearing then and a figure stood off to its side. I could not make out his features but he was tall and broad, somewhat shaggy hair, the kind that bad boys wear these days. Then I felt his presence, he was trying to invade my mind. I instantly reacted and blocked him out and shut down my emotions and memories.
"Who are you and why have you come to me in my dreams?" I yelled out to him.
"I am your future Katilyn Wesson" the stranger said in a sultry whisper, one that made me shiver from the inside and in a way that had me backtracking a few steps.
"Damien cannot have me. I will not go to the Underworld. I will not let you take me to him." I said back in a clam tone that was so smooth it betrayed my inner emotions of fear and terror.
A small, sexy laugh came from him, "Oh my sweet, sweet Katilyn. I am not here to take you to Damien, at least not yet. First you are to become mine, you are to be my wife and we are to rule the New Underworld. You have been betrothed to me, Aaron Arnost, since you were born, promised to one another by our parents. My father, Alastor and your mother, Jacklyn betrothed us to one another to create a new and better Underworld." He said in a tone that left nothing to doubt, but I did doubt it, my mother would not have betrothed me to someone from hell, she wouldn't have.
I spit towards him, "You filthy liar, how dare you disgrace my mother’s name and memory with this blasphemy. You are a demon and a wicked one at that." I turned to walk away, I could get out of this, and it’s only a dream so I just needed to wake up.
I turned and found myself only feet from the demon; he could have reached out and touched me if he wanted to. I looked him over then, he was absolutely gorgeous. His blonde hair fell just above his ice blue eyes that said many things. His perfect lips were a light pink, like he had been chewing on them. Then he smiled at me realizing I was looking him over, and his smile was downright heavenly, which made me doubt him even more. How could he be so devastatingly handsome, a dream guy, to only be a demon, demons were good looking and all, but this guy, he nearly stopped my heart with his looks.
"Katilyn, I may be part demon, but I am no liar. She worked with my father to get the both of you free so in the future, we could create a better Underworld than the one that exists. I have been searching for you for years and you are always out of my reach, I am not looking to take you to Damien unless you give me no other option. I am here telling you to stop running from me so that I can finally find you and create the Underworld your mother and my father dreamed of." He looked so sweet and convincing; like he believed every word that he was telling me. That my mother would actually have betrothed me to a demon to create a new Underworld, the place she wanted nothing to do with.
No I would not let him pull this on me; I am too strong and too proud to be fooled by this demon. I stood tall and let my strength come through in my voice.
"Well, Aaron Arnost, son of Alastor, you can take your future race and new Underworld and you can shove it up your ass. I don't care what lies you tell me about my mother, I know that she would never want me to procreate with a demon to create a new race and evolve the Underworld; if she had she would have let me know about it. And as for belonging to you, it will be a cold day in hell before I ever let you call me your wife or your lover. I belong to no one but myself, I own me and no one else will ever get the say as to who I will be with. You will never have me, so enjoy this look as it will be the only one you have of me. The day that I do meet you will be the day that I am ready to kill you so you remember that when you come hunting for me." I pinned him with all the hatred I could muster and we stood there for a few moments just observing one another.
Aaron smiled sadly, "I wish you would reconsider because I am one of the few upper level demons that do not want to see you sent to Damien. I am here to help you take him over so you don't have to run from him anymore. Aren’t you tired of running all the time from him? When I do find you I will give you only one last chance to change your mind and join me to create something better for the demons and the dark creatures, with our guidance maybe they wouldn't be so bad. Please take care of yourself, my sweet Katilyn as I will see you soon." He touched my cheek then with a wisp of fingers and cold air, and then he was gone.
I awoke slowly not really wanting to wake up, that last touch had been different. I wasn't expecting it to be so kind and sincere. He seemed to have real feelings for me regardless of being a demon that was lying about my mother and trying to capture me. But what if he wasn't, what if we really could stop Damien and change the Underworld? Would I really want to do that and with another demon by my side in a war against Damien? I shuddered at the thought and decided this was something that I really needed to keep to myself; I didn't want Jace to know that I had been told I was betrothed to a demon human hybrid.
I showered and headed downstairs as the hum in my head began. A few minutes later Jace walked in and sat at the kitchen table looking all worn out.
"Jace are you okay?" I asked him and went to get him a cup of coffee.
"I don't know; these visions are so confusing to me. I had three different visions last night after I dropped you off and I don't have a clue as to which one is more solid." He took his coffee and sipped it, sighing as it run down his throat.
"Ok well tell me about them and we will see what we can work out. Having both of us think about them might help them make more sense." I got a cup of coffee myself and sat down across from him as I sipped mine full of milk and sugar.
"They were all jumbled together but they all seemed to be centered on a central point. The first was of you fighting that guy again, you were both using magic of some kind, but his seemed different, darker. Then there was this guy who I'm pretty sure was a vampire because he was staked in the heart and I was lying next to him. A vampire woman was knelt over me telling you that I would be next if you didn't make the right choice. That guy was standing behind her, looking at you with pity and waiting for you to answer. But the
last vision is what confuses me. That vampire guy was alive and tied up next to me with that vampire woman standing behind us. You were in front of us and you were pledging yourself to that bad guy with the terms that we were to not be hurt and you would go with him. What the hell Katilyn? How did I see that vampire dead in one and then alive in the next? And why would you give yourself up, just to save us? That would be a stupid thing to do." He put his coffee down with too much force and it sloshed over the sides some leaving a dark wet ring on the table.
I took a long, slow breath and let it back out just as slowly. I had to think about his visions and just what each one could lead to and the consequences that could arise.
"Ok so here is my opinion. I think that your powers are getting stronger but your mind is still trying to sort things out and that's why the visions are getting jumbled up some. I also think that they weren't that jumbled up. I believe that they were all of the same thing just different versions that could happen if different decisions were made. It's like that Dr. Who episode where Donna changed the whole world by turning right instead of the left that she originally took. If I choose to fight this guy then he could kill the vampire and possibly you, but if I chose to go with him he would spare your lives. Do you understand? The decision is still undecided about what I will do and until that time comes you will most likely not have a clear vision. If I choose to go then that will write a different future for me, you, the vampire, probably everyone on earth. It’s an undecided future right now so that's why I believe you are having mixed visions of the future." God I hoped I explained that okay, has he ever seen Dr. Who?
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