Chapter 9= Another Thing to Deal With

I had gotten up just as the sun had risen and lit up my room. I grabbed my back pack with all my spell books and the bottle of potion. I walked quietly outside of my room and down the creaky corridor and down the easily breakable steps.

The house was deadly silent and all that was heard was my racing heart. I tip toed to the door and passed a sleeping Elizabell on the couch. I unlocked the door with a click and left the house. I shut the door softly behind me and jogged down the wooden porch steps.

I pulled on my black leather jacket and some gloves. The place was misty and the sun peaked through the tall trees of the woods. I went to the side of the house where I had last seen a shovel. The shovel was still where I had last seen it; leaning against the house. I grabbed it with my glove covered hands and walked down the muddy drive way and then disappeared into the dark shadows of the forests. I walked pass several trees before I reached the graveyard of the Franklin family.

It was cold and dead silent and I felt power when I was on this land. I walked over to the nearest tomb stone and began to dig into the moist weed covered soil. I hurried to get the grave dug up and find the bones of one witch. I don't really know if any of these bones where of a witch but I had to try…so here I am digging up a grave in the middle of a creepy grave yard behind a haunted house, never in my life had I dreamed of this day.

Finally after half an hour of digging into the crust of the earth I found a pile of bones. I wiped the sweat off of my forehead with the back of my hand and picked up the old bones. I threw them into a plastic bag before placing them into my back pack.

I sighed and began shovelling back the dirt back where it came from before walking off to find a place to burn the bones. I began picking up whatever dry wood, twigs and so on that I could find. After I had gotten a fair amount of wood to burn I placed them onto the ground in the woods and then added the bones to it. I had left the skull of the witch behind so that there would at least be one part of her left buried in the earth and burnt all of the other bones.

I sat patiently on the saturated earth as I watched the bones engulfed in fiery red flames. It took a while before the bones became ashes and the fire had died. I carefully filled a bottle with ashes and sealed it tight before placing it into my bag.

I sat down and relaxed for one second and looked at the towering trees around me. There was absolutely no movement, no sign of any living thing but I could feel the animals the insects the tiny ants, they all gave off life energy and it felt so calming…but good thing has to come to an end. I got off the ground and to my feet. I grabbed my bag and swung it onto my back.

I walked back to the way I had come from and tried to clear my mind and relax just a little. Everything was so intense at the moment…I knew what could happen to me if the spell went wrong…I could die and my body would be possessed and my magic would be put to bad use.

I sighed for the thousandth time today and stopped walking. I closed my eyes and tried to just breathe. It was too much pressure; I felt like the world depended on me, like thousands of people depended on me without them even knowing about what's going on.

I started to walk again but this time slowly; taking my time with each step. I would get through this; I know I could do this. I am strong just like my mother; I am feared by those that know of me, the Volturi don't know of me but if they did…they would try to get me to join them like many other witches…I would leave them hanging but then they would try to eliminate me and possibly fail…possibly.

I came to the grave yard and I would have gone home but I felt like I needed a break or a small vacation. I decided to go to town and just do something other than try to lock away a witch's spirit.

After walking for a few minutes I had made it to Forks. For once it wasn't raining but the dark pregnant clouds above threatened to burst and pour. I sat on the same bench that I had sat on a couple days ago. The bench that I last sat on when it was raining and I got stuck outside the Franklin house.

I slumped down on the old wooden bench that threatened to break under my weight. I exhaled a long breath of air loudly. I looked at the sky; dark and evil. I looked at my boot covered feet and just starred at them, not knowing what else to do. I closed my eyes and breathed in and out slowly.

My eyes shot open and my pours raised after sensing the life of another witch…witches. They were here and they were close. Great just my luck…more trouble. I looked to my left where I felt the presence of the witches with a bored expression on my tired face. There they were all standing in a little group of about eleven or less or more but at the moment I couldn't really count or estimate well. They all looked at me curiously and I could tell that they had something to say.

"Spit it out…what do you all want?" I said in gravelly voice since I had a sore throat.

"We need to talk…its important" said the blond girl that I had last encountered when I had first found out about the witches in Forks. I looked at her blankly and after a long minute they began to walk towards me. Some looked scared and afraid of me and like they didn't want to come anywhere near me. One or two looked like they could go running and screaming down the road away from me in any second. I nearly laughed to myself but I kept it in.

"So what is soooo important?" I asked stressing on the 'so'.

"As you have noticed we are a circle of witches…" she said the obvious and looked at me, after a second I gave a small nod for her to continue.

"Now the thing is… there is one member left before our circle can be whole" she continued and sat next to me on the bench which I found rather brave of her.

"And why are you telling me this?" I asked curiously.

"Well…your family line is one of the families that our circle is made up of" she said while looking at me in the eyes.

"So you are saying that I'm a member of your circle" I said it like it was a joke, "Ha, now that is funny" I said with a smirk on my face that slowly faded when her expression didn't change.

"It's true…you're the last person in the world with the blood of the Decisus family running through your veins. The Decisus family was one of the main families in our circle and our families go way back in time…hundreds of generations of circles." She explained in a hushed tone.

"Who the hell is Decisus and my mother was never in a circle to begin with" I said confused.

"No no…you don't get it, the Decisus is a family just like the Franklins and you are a Decisus, your mother took your father's name and ran away because she had a child at a young age and therefor never joined her circle." She explained to me. I froze…I didn't know what to say.

"Well even if all of this is true, what does it mean to me?" I asked her with a raised brow.

"It means that you are supposed to join us…your family" she said with a smile. Oh for God's sake…

"You're not my family… I have no family" I finished harshly and got up from my once peaceful seat. "And don't come near me again, I don't want to have anything to do with you all." I said before walking away and never looking back.

More nonsense to deal with; well isn't that just lovely… I have a crazy spirit to deal with, me being a 'Decisus' whatever that is supposed to mean and I have a bunch of witches that want me to join their circle of naïve witches. Sigh… another thing to deal with in my hectic life.

A/N: so sorry for not updating in so long, I was really busy with school work and exams etc. hope you all enjoyed.