Chapter three – Spell bound
I always knew Forks was an odd place but now the only human (besides my grandpa) I had tried to get close to had turned out to be a witch! I was mostly suprised that the humans didn't know, they must of been so stupid not to realise a vampire coven, a pack of werewolves and family of witches living amongst them.
I couldn't help but feel I was the most boring creature amongst them. Vampires had always been normal to me and I was only half as interesting as them! Witches were powerful women who could do magic, Vampires can't do magic. Werewolves were magnificent beasts that growled in the face of danger and I was the little half human who let everybody else fight her battles. Half humans don't have half human laws and it was enough to make me believe I shouldn't exist.
I looked to the stars, wondering what other creatures lived under those same stars; Mermaids? Dragons and Knights? Anything was beginning to seem possible. I bet unicorns exist, I thought to myself.
I glanced over to where Angela was sleeping and she was completly dead to the world, I sighed and got to my feet, as I walked across the hall I noticed the door to Angela's parent's room had been left ajar. They were out of town on buisness weren't they?
I peeked my head in the door, it looked the same as a human's room but so did Angela's blue on white color scheme. The bed was empty and the sheets were made perfectly. The walls were painted green and had a dark brown trim, apart from the bed there was nothing in the room but a cluttered bookcase.
Was there such a thing as a spell book? I though to myself, Or is that just another thing humans made up? I walked over to the bookcase and noticed that none of the bindings had titles on them – only roman numerals. They weren't in order and all the colors were mixed together. I picked up a scarlet book, number 5. It looked rarther new so I felt kinda foolish as I opened the first page, "Letter E, World Encyclopedia" An encyclopedia – how stupid was I? These weren't spell books! I shoved the book back into the shelf roughly – angry at myself for being so intrusive. The plywood bookshelf shook, I hadn't realised my own strength. A thick book landed on my head with a thud, sending me to my knees. "Ow" I said outloud.
Where had that book fallen from? The books on the shelves were all brightly colored with the numerals but this book was thick and look aged, the brown leather binding was torn at the edges and some of the pages hung loose. I curiously opened the book and the pages flicked violently out of my control. I didn't touch it again until it revealed a page I couldn't of found if I had searched. The title read – Shapeshifting.
It was a recipe, a recipe for a potion that could only be made by a witch. I hadn't heard of most of the ingredients and I didn't know where I could find them, they all sounded mythical. I mean, what on earth is a twickenweed?
"You found our book" Angela leaned in the doorframe. I snapped the book shut leaving the corner folded so I could find it again. "I'm sorry" I said getting to my feet and putting the book ontop of the bookcase. "The bang must of woken you" I said. It wasn't a question.
"My mother charmed that book so it only shows you the recipe your heart desires" Angela took the book from the bookcase and placed it on the ground. The pages started flicking violently like they had before and stopped on a page that read – summoning potion. A potion that when poured down a corpse's throat reawakens the spirit.
"My brother died when I was only young, male witches aren't allowed to exist. Whenever I open this book the same potion comes up" she said without emotion, slamming the book shut then passing it to me. "Your go" she encouraged. "How bad can your hearts desires be?" she asked.
I didn't answer. Instead I opened the book myself revealing the Shapeshifting potion. "Oh" she said.
"Is there really such a thing?" I asked her.
She nodded. "That kind of magic is Forbidden, against our laws that I told you about. So is the summoning potion.. Dark magic" she couldn't go against her rules right? "Plus Twickenweed is protected by the Elders" she said putting the book back in it's place.
"Elders?" Like the Vampires Elders? That had been around for thousands of years? Or like the werewolf Elders? The older generation? I'de seen witches age myself.
"Pure bloods" she said flattening the bed where she had wrinkled the sheets "They're like royalty because the males are accepted amongst them but not amongst us"
"Why?" I asked curiously. "Because they are more powerful witches if the father contains witch blood, far too powerful to live amongst humans unconspicuously" she said. A world were men weren't needed, only in powerful society.
The Shapeshifting potion seemed a thousand miles away, it wasn't even a possibility with these Elders making up the rules. "Whats so dangerous about shapeshifting anyway?" I asked, Jake did it almost everyday.
"When a witch, or a human, enters a animals body the animal's soul has nowhere to go besides into the human's body. It's like bodyswapping and the animal is left in control of your body and you never find your body again or your body is destoryed then your trapped inside the animals body forever" she said flattly.