"Well… isn't this a pleasant surprise"
"Don't flatter yourself, Donna"
"I knew you were going to come around eventually… Heather"
"Not surprised you know my name" Heather glanced down to the counter before Donna, "I guess blood magic-"
"I have mutual friends that wonder about. Just like you I presume" Donna glanced up to the young witch, "It's a small community we have in Boston. Now, what can I do for you? Courage Spell? Friendship Potion?"
"You know there's no such thing" Heather countered.
"Of course not, but a witch can dream" Donna responded.
"This really is a small community, like you said. People have been talking about a lot of dark magic that's been stirring. Like bringing back someone from the dead" Heather watched the elder witch, "People have been saying that you were responsible"
Donna glanced up and chuckled at the woman as she continued to work on her stew for the lunch run. She slid a knife closer to her body as she worked and listened to Heather interrogate her.
"Who did you resurrect, Donna?"
Heather waited as the witch continued to work on her food; she tried to keep her pounding heart under control as she talked to the blood witch. After all, she wouldn't try to do anything with a band of homeless people outside with a couple of her workers.
Suddenly, Donna picked up the knife and thrust it at Heather, aiming straight for her heart. Heather gasped as a pale tint of off-pink bubble formed around her, protecting her from the knife as it slammed into the force field and dropped to the floor.
"Nice necklace. You didn't know it could do that, could you? A strange thing the pearl does when it's on a witch"
"How do you know it wasn't me?"
"Please, what are we in, an episode of Charmed?"
"You could've killed me!"
Heather picked up her hand and wrapped her fingers around the pearl hanging from her neck. Now that it had just saved her, she could feel the power swarming around inside of it.
"The pearl protects your kind from harm" Donna responded, "Eventually; you would be able to control where the force field can move to"
Heather glanced up and looked at Donna just like as if she was chatting with her over a cup of coffee at Starbucks. Her motives were confusing to Heather as she wasn't sure how to process what Donna was saying. She came here to ask for answers about who did she resurrect and why. Now she seems to be telling something that could eventually save her from Donna.
"I don't practice that kind of magic" Heather responded.
Donna just shook her head as she drove another knife into the meat, cutting it roughly. She honestly didn't understand what it was about those kinds of witches. Why do they insist on practicing on smaller magic when they could have so much more? She saw great potential in Heather for being a good blood witch, but not as powerful as Donna.
Heather shivered as she glanced back over to the common room where all of the homeless people were eating. Did they know that they were eating from a blood witch? She wondered if Donna has ever tried to use them as one of her victims. Heather turned back around and caught Donna who was staring at her.
Heather cleared her throat as she snapped back into reality. She needed a name, now.
"Heather?"
She jumped as she realized that it was Donna who called her back. She looked down at the food and couldn't tell what she was waiting for. Heather took in a shaky breath as she found herself wishing that she could just get out of there. Heather placed a piece of hair behind her ear and took a step forward.
Donna looked up as she waited for the young witch to speak. She sighed and glanced at the clock as she realized that she could be waiting all day.
"I need the name of the person you resurrected"
Donna let out a chuckle which then led into a laughter that made a couple of homeless people glance into the kitchen. Heather glared at her as she realized that the woman wasn't going to go off easily on her question. Donna wiped a tear from her eye and just shook her head, thinking about what Heather would do if she knew the name. Heather crossed her arms over her chest and waited impatiently like how Maria used to do to her.
"Fine. I'll give you the name, Heather. But you won't like my answer" Donna responded.
Heather stiffened up as she thought of all of the people she knew at work. Maybe it was someone from their witch community.
She didn't remember hearing about someone dying. She would've suspected who it was already.
"Heather, you met her already. You just didn't see clearly on who it was" Donna continued.
"Then who is it, Donna?"
"Sally" Donna answered, "Sally Malik. Happy, now?"
Heather almost felt like her mind flashed into just last week at Sally. She was the upbeat outgoing girl that was a roommate with Josh. Her blood ran cold as she remembered Josh the first time she had run into him at her barber shop. It almost looked like he hadn't slept for days.
Her mind suddenly went off to Aidan. He was missing too at one point.
So how did an ordinary man like him, knew what Donna was? Was that the reason why he left New York and his family?
"I don't believe you" she let out.
Donna smirked, "I think you do"
Donna had watched as Heather's face had grown pale, her eyes bulge out, and her breathing went from steady to shaky. She knew what kind of connection she was growing onto the man. Donna was curious as to whether or not tell her about the man he had killed. She wondered what Heather would've done by then.
"There has to be a good reason" Heather's voice cracked. "Donna, what was his reason? You have to tell me now. I will deal with this on my own. If he comes back to you, then you redirect him to me, understand?"
