Witches of The Demon Isle Box Set, Volumes 1, 2 & 3

by Rachel Humphrey - D'aigle

  Melinda grabbed Emily and they slid across the top of the check out counter ducking down underneath it. Melinda dug into her pocket for her cell phone, dialing Charlie.

  Voicemail. Damn!

  “Charlie! Michael! Bookstore!” she shouted urgently. Before she could hang up, she dropped the phone, she and Emily screaming as a light fixture came crashing down, smashing over them. Glass shattered and flew in all directions.

  The front door swung open and William flew in, screeching to a halt just inside the front door. “I see I’m right on time,” he whispered with calm clarity.

  Melinda, seeing William, jumped out from behind the counter. As she did so, she accidentally stepped on and crushed her phone. She did not notice it though, as William tossed a small velvet bag into her hands.

  She caught it, and glanced inside.

  Her face lit up. “You think?” she asked him.

  “It worked on a demon…”

  “What would I do without you, William?”

  Melinda stepped out from behind the counter, into the store that was now a fury of streaming papers and debris. She emptied the contents of the bag into her palm. Three smooth stones, each with a symbol carved into the top.

  Melinda threw the stones onto the floor.

  She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

  The stones lifted into the air, rotating together, forming a circle of flying stone.

  “Carcer,” she spoke.

  The symbol on the first stone lit up, like the color of fire.

  “Vincula,” she said, and the second stone’s symbol burned as brightly as the first.

  “Capere!” Melinda finished firmly.

  The third symbol lit up and the stones fell back to the ground with a flat smack, forming a triangle. The light emanating from the stones shot into the air, like extended arms. These fiery arms reached out and ensnared the spirit, dragging it downward. Once inside the stone’s triangle, the arms became a wall of fire that held the spirit prisoner. It struggled to break free but could not.

  Melinda sighed. “It won’t hold for long, William. Its meant to hold and bind demons, not spirits.”

  “It will buy us time,” he reminded.

  Emily joined Melinda and William, staring into the temporary cage.

  “That wants to take over my body,” she said, curiously. “Huh.” Emily eyed her normally tidy bookstore. “It’s going to take weeks to clean this up.” She started picking up papers and books, trying to organize the chaos. Melinda went to stop her but William nodded to let her continue. “She’s in shock.”

  “How do we fix this, William? It will escape, eventually, and it’s just going to keep trying to use Emily as a vessel.”

  “I believe our only option is to force the spirit to move on. Somehow, we need to make it believe that its unfinished business is finished.”

  “How do we do that? How do we make a ghost move on?”

  “I must return to my study.”

  Again, he left Melinda standing in the bookstore, this time alongside a very irritable and trapped spirit.

  “Great! What do I do now?” she said aloud.

  “You could help me clean up,” Emily mumbled, while shrugging.

  “Why not. Nothing else I can do right now.”

  Melinda and Emily spent the next thirty minutes cleaning. Every minute or so the spirit would try to escape its cage and sparks would pop and startle them.

  Where is William? And for that matter, where are Charlie and Michael? Melinda found her thoughts growing more agitated as each minute passed. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, William reappeared.

  “Sorry,” he apologized, upon seeing Melinda’s face. “I had to read many books to locate the information I needed.” He held up a piece of paper. “An incantation, which if said properly, should force the spirit to move on.”

  As if it could hear William speak, the spirit desperately searched for a way out, but all it could do was slam up against the fiery energy field.

  “I hope those stones hold,” muttered Melinda.

  “I think I’ll just go put these books away now,” said Emily, holding a hefty stack in her hand. She scurried up the stairs, stopping at a nearby shelf on the second floor.

  “She’s in complete denial,” Melinda whispered. She turned her attention to the incantation. “So what do I need to make this work, William?”

  “Your brothers, I’m afraid. Your power alone, I fear, is not enough.”

  “Maybe I should try to call them again?” she said, darting across the room to locate her cell phone, which she had dropped behind Emily’s desk earlier. “Damn! I broke it. Stepped on it!”

  A strange sound started emanating from the spirit’s prison. Melinda slowly turned around. The spirit was crashing up against the sides with increasing speed. The three stones began to shake, causing its fiery walls to vibrate.

  “They’re not going to hold,” Melinda muttered, stepping closer.

  Sparks flew into the air.

  The energy field imprisoning the spirit radiated brightly, expanding like a balloon.

  William, seeing the immanent burst, dashed in front of Melinda, shielding her body. It was not necessary though, as the only remnant from the burst was a curtain of light that melted like falling snow.

  Melinda gasped.

  In the next instant, her dream started to unravel before her eyes. She looked upstairs and saw Emily standing in front of a bookshelf, holding a book. The spirit flew full speed toward her.

  The ring still worked though, repelling the spirit from taking over Emily’s body.

  The spirit attempted to find a way in but could not. Emily batted at the spirit with a book, which could not keep it away. She dropped the book, at the same time, screaming in pain.

  “Don’t take off the ring!” William ordered.

  Emily started screaming louder. “It’s burning me!”

  William was at her side in a flash.

  The ring smoldered, burning Emily’s finger, threatening to burn her entire hand.

  William, realizing the risk, slipped the ring off her finger with ease, leaving behind a perfectly burned mark where the ring had been.

  Melinda started to run up the stairs when the front door flew open and her brothers came running in.

  “Melinda!” shouted Charlie, relieved to see her.

  “Emily!” Michael called out, panic-stricken.

  “I’m up here, Michael,” Emily responded despondently.

  They were too late.

  In that moment, the spirit surged straight through William and engulfed Emily’s body, draping it in streams of white. William had no choice but to let go of Emily as the spirit took control of her body.

  “The spell, Melinda!” William commanded, returning to her side in a flash.

  Melinda raced to her brothers.

  “What’s going on?” Charlie and Michael asked at once.

  “Just say this spell with me! It’s the only way to save Emily.”

  “Wait!” a voice boomed from upstairs. “Please, let me speak!”

  It was Emily’s mouth that moved, but not her voice that spoke. It was a familiar voice, though. One none of the Howard siblings dare believe they had heard.

  “I am sorry for frightening you, and hurting Emily, but this is the only way in which I can speak with you. I would never intentionally hurt the woman my son loves.”

  “Mom?” Michael uttered, barely audibly.

  Melinda covered her mouth, gasping.

  Charlie stepped forward, as if he still did not believe it.

  William’s head tilted to one side and he stared into Emily’s eyes, looking as equally perplexed as the siblings.

  Emily’s possessed body climbed down the stairs.

  “I am sorry,” their mother said again. “I realize this is a shock. I have spent years trying to contact you and only recently did I learn that Emily was a vessel. I knew it might be my only chance.” She now stood in front of them. />
  “Catherine,” William confirmed. “If I had tears…” he held his hand up to his lifeless heart.

  Charlie, Michael and Melinda rushed forward, wrapping themselves around each other and Emily’s body.

  “I’m so sorry, Mom,” Melinda cried. “I thought you were evil.”

  “It’s okay My Sweet Girl. You could not have known. Although, I was getting a bit desperate there at the end.”

  Melinda had not been called ‘My Sweet Girl’ in so long she had nearly forgotten what it sounded like.

  “Why are you here?” Charlie asked astonished by what he was seeing. “That came out wrong. I mean, it’s just…”

  “Is Dad here too?” Michael interrupted.

  Their mother, Catherine Howard, backed away.

  “No. Your father is not here. But your father is why I am here. I could not move on until I had told you.”

  “Told us what?” Charlie asked.

  She closed her eyes and spoke the words she had longed to say since her death.

  “I waited for your father’s spirit, believing that we had died together, but his spirit never joined me. I believe that your father is still alive.”

  No one spoke. Each completely stunned by this revelation.

  William was first to break the silence. It was the first time they had ever heard him speak with such awe. “Catherine, you are telling us that Jack Howard still lives?” For a normally controlled vampire, heavy emotion leaked into his words.

  “Where is he?” Charlie asked. “Why hasn’t he contacted us?”

  “I don’t think he can, Charlie. I think he needs your help.”

  “Tell us what to do!” Michael begged.

  Catherine lowered her head. “I fear I have so little to help you find him.”

  “Tell us everything you know,” William urged.

  “At the moment I died, I believed your father had died alongside me. But after, I waited. I didn’t move on. I was expecting him, but he did not join me. It took me months to learn how to maneuver my new spirit body. By the time I did, there was no trace of what had happened to your father. And unfortunately, the longer I was in this spirit form the memories of how I died grew hazier. Now, no matter how hard I try I just cannot remember what happened. Only that he didn’t join me.”

  “Where exactly did you die, Mom?” asked Melinda, her voice unsteady. “Your bodies were never found. Or, your body, I guess,” she clarified.

  “As I said, that moment is rather hard to remember,” her mother replied apologetically. “I can recall every detail from my life, but not the moment of my death. However, I have a pretty good guess.”

  Melinda started shaking, trying to hold back tears. “I dreamed about it,” she choked out, her voice breaking as she spoke.

  “I know, My Sweet Girl,” her mother’s compassionate voice whispered.

  “First prophetic dream I ever had, I just didn’t know it at the time. I could never remember any of the details other than you both died, because I had the dream weeks before it happened.”

  Her mother stepped closer and cupped Melinda’s face in her hands. “You must let go of this guilt you carry. There is no way you could have known your gift was presenting itself. Our deaths were unavoidable, and it was not your fault, Melinda.”

  “But I should have known. Even after you died, I should have been able to remember something… anything that would have at least let us know what happened.” She paused, wiping her eyes. “I could see it in everyone’s eyes when they looked at me. If only she had known. If only she could remember something… if only…” Melinda could no longer speak.

  Charlie and Michael sighed, feeling guilty. They had both thought it, numerous times. If only... But they had tried very hard to hide those feelings around their sister, knowing how guilty she already felt.

  Catherine stepped forward, addressing each of them. “You must all move on from this. I couldn’t be prouder of each of you,” she told them. “But I want you to live your lives in the present, never in the past. What’s done is done.”

  Charlie couldn’t help but smile. He would have given anything to hear his mother say those words to him, just one last time.

  “I wish I had more time to help you through this, but I must tell you everything I know, while I can.”

  They listened intently, hanging onto every word Catherine Howard spoke.

  “Your father and I were exploring a cave, one accessed only at the foot of a very old tree, at the base of White Pines Mountain.”

  “Old tree?” questioned William. “You don’t mean the one we used to picnic underneath when the children were but toddlers.”

  “The very same, William. We never knew back then that this cave existed, as it is hidden by ancient magic...” her words seemed to have more meaning to William than it did her children.

  “You mean, The Magic… The Demon Isle’s power source?”

  “Yes, William. We believed we had at last discovered its location. Unfortunately, we were not alone in the discovery.”

  “If that power source fell into the wrong hands,” Charlie muttered.

  “The man that made the discovery is dead. And, seeing as the Isle is not in any more chaos than normal, I am guessing the power source’s location still remains a secret, or that we were incorrect about the location.”

  “Hold up a second, Mom. This man that found out about the source, is that the man you shot?”

  Catherine sighed in a deeply regretful manner.

  “I’m afraid so, Michael. We were tracking the man and followed him into an underwater cave. The one you boys were in today. The man had made some arrangement with a Sea Hag that frequents that cave. We were caught off guard though. The Sea Hag gave the man something, something that changed him, turned him into an enraged mad man. We presented ourselves, thinking we could kill the Sea Hag and then question this man, but whatever the Hag had given him made him crazed. The Hag escaped and the man attacked your father, knocking him unconscious. Your father is the Howard. Not me. But I did have potions, as always, all of which I used, trying to stop this crazed man’s attacks. Nothing worked. I tried to wake your father but to no avail. The man lunged at me and pinned me to the ground. Somehow, I wrestled him off me and grabbed my backup weapon… the gun. I do not regret my actions, seeing as the man tried to kill me. I deeply regret, however, not being able to question him about who he was or what he knew about the power source.”

  “We killed that Sea Hag today,” Charlie informed his mother with finality in his voice. She already knew this, but understood why Charlie needed to say it. He left out the rest of the story, deciding to fill everyone in later.

  “So what do you remember about your death, dear Catherine?” William asked. Somehow, the question sounded more graceful coming out of the vampire’s mouth.

  “Sadly, I have only been able to put together little bits and pieces… I know that after I shot and killed that man, we set out that very night for the old tree in White Pines, determined to find out if we had at last found the Isle’s power source. I’m afraid my last memory is entering that cave.”

  “Michael,” Melinda started without thinking. “You could…” she did not finish, instantly revolted as she realized what she was asking of him.

  “No. You’re right,” Michael gulped in reply. “As frightening as the thought is to me, I think I’d rather know how it happened. These last four years of not knowing…”

  Charlie put his hand on Michael’s shoulder. “Are you really sure?”

  Michael nodded yes and stepped toward his mother, bravely. “I don’t even know if this will work. I normally touch bones, or dead bodies,” he explained, pursing his lips.

  “Just take hold of Emily’s hand. For all purposes right now, Emily is me. She’s perfectly fine, by the way,” she added. “Her body is built for this, and I must say, I could not have wished a more perfect woman to come into your life, Michael.”

  Michael nearly crumpled hearing his mother speak s
o kindly of the woman he really did love with all his heart, whether he had admitted it openly or not.

  “I know how you struggle,” she whispered. “This life isn’t one I’d wish on anyone. I can only plead with you to find your father before you make the choice to leave the Isle. And just know that I love you, no matter which path you choose.”

  He nodded, unable to speak his answer.

  “Are you ready?” she asked him.

  He replied by grasping his mother’s (Emily’s), hand.

  The death reading came instantly.

  He saw Jack and Catherine Howard enter a tunnel under the old white pine. Once inside they lit torches to see the way. They took each step cautiously. Michael heard his father say something about ‘traps to look out for’ and no more than a few seconds later, they were accosted by ghostly bodies, flying at them from all directions. The ghostly frames dissipated into darkness moments later.

  He saw his parents laughing.

  “I guess that might scare away some people,” his mother said.

  “Still, let’s be careful. I would bet my life there are very dangerous things protecting this power source.”

  “It’s probably not the power source anyway. How many times have we thought we’d found it?”

  “You’re probably right, but maybe this time we’ll get lucky.”

  Catherine rolled her eyes and they continued forward. Soon the tunnels split into two directions.

  “Do we split up or stick together?” Catherine asked.

  “I don’t like the idea of splitting up, especially since we don’t know what obstacles we might come up against.”

  “So which way then?”

  Jack pointed right and continued forward. Not ten steps in they sprung another trap. This one, much more dangerous. A pit was opening underneath their feet, Catherine slipped in, losing her footing.

  Michael could not see into the hole as only darkness filled it. But he watched as his father grabbed onto his mother and pulled her out.

  Then, out of the hole shot a torrent of sheeted blackness.

  “This doesn’t belong here,” Jack shouted. “It’s a malevolent force. I’m guessing it’s been imprisoned for a long time.”