Chapter 2 – Unexpected Visitors
I grabbed Mandy's hand, and in the next second, we were on the first floor.
"Mom! What is it? What happened?" Mandy asked in a panicked voice. Mandy's mother rushed towards Mandy, and placed her two hands on Mandy's shoulders.
Then she swayed and fainted. Mandy stared, surprised and shocked that this had happened so fast. Then, Carlisle Cullen – who was also our local doctor-, came rushing up to check on Mandy's mother. He checked her pulse, and her breathing rate. Then he straightened up. "No need to worry. She'll be up in sec."
Then he took a water sprayer from his white doctor bag and sprayed 's face once. Her eyelids flickered and then opened. She got up from the couch that she had been laid on and stuttered, "What- w-where are they? The Voltaire? Did they leave? Are they still outside the door?"
Mandy and I exchanged a quick glance. I knew she was thinking the same thing I was. Had Mandy's mother gone crazy, or did we just miss something? Then, Edward Cullen -the mind-reader in the Cullen family- said, "No, she's not going crazy. You just missed the visit from the Voltaire. The Voltaire is a family like this one, with a band of witches, warlocks and wizards, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, spirits old and new, and everything else.
Except their coven of vampires, is different from ours. They feed on human blood. They are staying here, in the city for awhile, but we need them to go elsewhere to hunt, for we have to stay inconspicuous. We can't afford for then to hunt in the city. Anybody could get killed, including human friends. But for the time being, they are staying in this mansion. They are also conferencing outside. We shall let them know our decision. We will let them stay, but under the rule that they cannot hunt in the city. Agreed?" Everyone murmured and nodded their heads in agreement.
"Now that's settled, we shall make them feel at home. Other than the fact of going to the mountains to hunt, they shall feel as if they are at home. Nobody will be ill-mannered towards our guests. But if they do not respect us, or our rules, then they will have to leave." Elizabeth Cullen, the 'mother' of the Cullen family said. Then she smiled, "and I will go bake a cake for them, except for the vampires of course." Then she bustled off to the huge kitchen.
Mandy and I tagged along to help Elizabeth with the cake while the rest of our huge family went to go greet the Voltaire. In the kitchen, Elizabeth was a mini storm, except for the fact that she left no destruction in her path. She whirled around the kitchen getting spoons and measuring cups and bowls and eggbeaters. I ran around helping her too. Though I did not have vampire speed, I could appear, and disappear to wherever I wanted to go. As Mandy got the ingredients together, I got the ingredients for a batch of Elizabeth's famous double Chocolate Chunk cookies. I could make them almost as good as her. I transported myself to the oven and with a point, turned it on to preheat.
Then, unable to resist myself, I pointed up a magic batch of the Chocolate Chunk Cookies and pointed them off to Alaska, in a hiker's backpack in a special container to keep the cookies warm. Grinning to myself, I mixed together the ingredients to make the cookie dough. Then, with another point, I got a huge chunk of chocolate to chop itself into big, even pieces.
I could use magic to make the cookies, but making them is half the fun! The other half is eating them of course! Then, the chocolate chunks floated over and dropped themselves into the dough that continued to mix itself. Then I heaped them onto a tray, and popped them into the oven.
Then, I turned around and watched Elizabeth mix the cake batter. Then, I saw Mandy supervising a bunch of vegetables chopping themselves up while stirring something in a big pot.
"Mandy? What are you doing?" Still mixing, she pointed up some salt that poured itself into the pot. Without bothering to turn around she answered, "I'm making vegetable soup! It's my favourite!" I thought about that for a second, then with a point, turned Mandy's favourite vegetable soup, into Witch Stew. It's delicious, made with fresh pasta, chicken, beef, and vegetables. It's absolutely delicious. Inhaling the aroma, Mandy turned to me. "I love Witch Stew too. But I like Vegetable Soup better. Will you please turn it back?"
Taking a deep breath of the delicious scent, I said, "Mandy, you may like Vegetable Soup, and I might like Vegetable Soup, but the truth is, many more Witches and Supernatural beings like Witch Stew even better than Vegetable Soup. Sorry." Mandy smiled. Then she turned back to her pot and inhaled again. "I know. It's just that, I like Vegetable Soup so much, and I-" I suddenly cut her off. "I know! I'll make Witch Stew and you can make Vegetable Soup! Don't worry, Mandy. They'll like Vegetable Stew too." Then, I turned the contents of Mandy's Pot back to Vegetable Soup and I pointed up a pot for myself. Then I turned the nothingness in the pot into Witch Stew. I took a ladle, and dipped it into the Stew. Then I poured it into my mouth. Suddenly, one of the werewolves, 17 year-old Jacob Black, came into the kitchen in human form.
"Mmmm, what's cooking? I pointed over my shoulder at him and suddenly, he had a blindfold tied around his eyes.
"Guess yourself, Jacob." I told him. He sighed, and then sniffed the air. He stood there, thinking then he said, "Witch Stew, aaand…Vegetable Soup? Oh, and I smell desert... Um, a cake and Elizabeth's Choco-Chunk Cookies?" I pointed again, and the blindfold disappeared. "Major snaps, Jacob! You've earned yourself a few jumbo cookies!"
"How many cookies is a few?" Jacob asked curiously. I sighed. That was Jacob, always looking for more. Being a werewolf took a lot out of them, which meant they had huge appetites. Usually, we have to make five times the amount we made, for the werewolves alone.
Then I pointed up a batch of cookies for Jacob. "Take them, Jacob. The whole batch." I said. He grinned, scooped up all the cookies, balanced them precariously on one hand, and said, "Thanks, Donna." Then he raced out of the kitchen. I laughed and continued stirring the Stew.
Soon, I had 12 pots full of Witch Stew, simmering on the three stoves. Then, Elizabeth's cake finished baking, and so did the cookies. I rushed over to make sure that the cake, nor the cookies, were burnt. As usual, they weren't. I handed the cake tray to Elizabeth, and pointed the cookies onto a table.
Suddenly, I smelled a supernatural being. It wasn't a vampire, judging by the smell of garlic bread. Vampires didn't eat human food. But there was the type of ghost that could eat food. There was just the one ghost in our whole family that could eat food. His name was Nitre.
I know, I know. This isn't going great so far, but as we progress more towards the chapters 10 and up, there'll be a lot of excitement...I've already written it. Please review! Just press the little button!
