Love on the Battle Field
Chapter 11= Being a Descendant….
Last night Raynard had driven us home in complete silence. He was so angry that I could feel it rolling off of him. I wanted to talk to him but I didn't even know what to say plus I was confused and hurt about the way he treated me, why? I need answers, I need a lot of answers to so many questions that I have.
When we had arrived home, he just walked into the house and to his room but I could tell that we were going to have a talk soon.
The next day I woke up feeling like I had the entire world on my shoulders. My siblings needed me; as a mother (witch leader), sister, friend, teacher and someone they could trust and depend on, was I any of that? This was one of my many questions that were still to be answered.
Why does Jacob hate me? And why do I give a shit? This was a big question but there is an even bigger question; is it my fault that she is no longer with us?
I sighed as I raised myself off of bed. My arms killed me; I think I did sprain it yesterday or maybe it's fractured, I have got to get it checked out.
It was 10 am and everyone was out of the house by now. I walked into the bathroom and took a shower in cold water; trying to numb my wounded arms. There were dark blue wounds where he held me so tightly. My arms hurt without even touching or moving them. I got out of the shower and dried off my body slowly, trying not to hurt myself any more than I already am.
I went back to my room and put on a long sleeve dark blue dress shirt, denim knee length jeans that showed my curves and black converse high tops. My wet hair was let loose. After I had gotten dressed I looked for a spell to take away wounds, the closest thing I could find to what I wanted was a spell that took away pain and healed the wounds within but still left outside wounds, meaning I would still be black and blue.
I did the spell any way and the pain was gone but not the discoloured skin. I sat on my bed and tried to relax and connect with the world around me. I felt the presence of two people in the house; one I could tell was Ray, I could feel his anger still but what I was most confused about was the aura of Elizabell, she had… I don't know, it was different from a human; it felt like, a witch, like how a witch has energy around her, but it was weak and slowly dying.
My eyes shot open, Elizabell is a witch, that would explain the way she looked at me all the time, she knew about us all being supernatural beings and was waiting for me to catch on, or at least that's what I think. Maybe is should ask her.
I decided to ask her, there was no harm in asking. Is there? I guess I will find out. I basically ran downstairs but before I could even reach into the living room I was grabbed by my waist and pulled back into the small dining room. The door was closed and locked. I could tell it was Ray by his aura, when I turned to look at him, I could tell he meant to get right to business, he was very serious.
"Tell me what's going on now Avit and no lies either" he ordered. I could have just walked off or beat him if he tried to stop me but he is my brother and I would never ill treat him when I know he only means well.
"I honestly don't know either" I said while sitting down on a chair and looking him in the eye hopelessly. I wanted to get answers and I don't know why I thought he could give me any.
"Start with the angry dude" he told me emotionlessly.
"He was the guy that I was staring at when I was applying for the waitress job, he has this effect on me, like I just can't resist looking at him, that I can't resist…loving him" I whispered the last part while looking down at my hands on my lap.
"What?" he whispered in confusion.
"I know it sounds crazy but, I care for him so much and I forgive him every time he treats me like shit and when he is sad or angry I feel pain in my heart." I confessed all my feelings in one breath.
"Avita what did you do?" he asked me expecting an answer.
"Nothing, I did absolutely nothing" I whisper yelled.
"Really, I think you had to have done something…and what do you mean by 'Every time he treats you like shit', has he hit you before?" Raynard's voice rose with the last few words.
"Umm…." I whispered not really knowing what to say, but before I could explain Raynard was filled with rage, his eyes had gone red with anger and his fists tightened. I ran to him and held his hands with tears in my eyes. I hate seeing him upset because of me.
"Ray it's not like that he just tells me hurtful things, last night was the first time he ever touched me I swear and even though I have sudden feelings for him I would not let him come near me again, I promise, so please don't worry for me and just…drop it" I begged him with my teary eyes. He softened his gaze and pulled me into a bone crushing hug.
"If he lays a finger on you again, I will kill him even if it means you hating me for all eternity. Your my sister Avita and I will protect you for ever." He whispered into my ear. His caring words brought tears to my eyes. I don't deserve someone like this in my life.
"I know. I'd do the same for any one of you in my family" I spoke into his chest.
After Raynard and I finally let go of each other I remembered to go talk to Elizabell, so I told him I had something to deal with.
I walked through the clustered, dirty little house until I found Elizabell sipping coffee at the kitchen table.
"We need to talk and I believe that you know exactly what I mean" I said while pulling out a chair; dragging its legs noisily until it was close to Elizabell were I stopped dragging the chair and sat down waiting for an explanation.
She looked at me confused and with a hint of amusement in her dull saggy eyes. . "I know you're a witch and I know that you know everything about all of us adopted children" I said to her slowing making sure that everything was heard by her old malfunctioning ears.
"Oh" she whispered while her facial expression told me that she was in a different world at the moment. I waited a few seconds, maybe a minute before I gently poked her saggy arm. Her eyes snapped towards me after she felt my multiple pokes.
"Sorry Avita Mors Motis, I just spaced out" she explained and again used my full name and saying it slowly with that freaky accent that sent chills up my spine; and not the good kind of chills.
"Can you please stop saying my full name if you must then use Willows" I told her my opinion with a small animalistic snarl at the end, luckily she didn't notice me being weird.
"Oh sorry dear Avita, I will stop now, I only thought that you would be proud of having such a name that held so much power" she explained. I was confused by what she was saying.
"Am sorry what?" I just stuttered with my eyes falling out of its sockets while looking at her expectantly.
"Your name, do you really not know what it means?" she asked slightly shocked and concerned at the same time. Why should she be concerned?
"Well I know it means Life and Death but I never understood it" I said with all honesty; Charlotte was supposed to explain it to me but obviously she didn't get too since she was murdered. I got upset immediately after the thought of Charlotte my mother came into my head. I still blamed myself for her death.
"Hmm, come with me" she told me while getting up from her seat and walking ever so slowly to her room. It was small and the colour theme was baby blue and white, kind of like a hospital. She gestured for me to sit on her small tiny bed; that groaned under my weight.
She brought a small book that looked like a journal and was covered in brown old leather, wrapped by a piece of thread. She undid the wrapping of thread from the book and opened it; she turned a few pages until she reached a story, "History on Life and Death". She gestured for me to read it. It was what Charlotte had tried to tell me before I ran off, was she telling me that I was somehow related to Life and Death? I was confused so I looked to Elizabell. She saw my puzzled expression and looked at me in pity.
She sighed, "Continue onto the next page" she just ordered me while looking at the book, so I just turned the page and read, 'Thousands of years ago a woman named 'Life' gave birth to twins; one a boy with the ability to bring death to living things and a girl with the ability to give life to things that have died. However Life had died at birth. It was said that the family line was carried on from the children, after several more hundreds of years a boy was born from the family line; the last one with the blood of the family, he had the ability of to bring death to living things just like his ancestor did. This boy was drained of his powers until his death but not before he carried on the family line. It was told that a child would again be born with the ability of his/her ancestors, until the time when he or she is born the descendants of Life and Death would be kept secret.'
The passage ended leaving me with several questions; how was this of concern to me? Why did my mom want me to know this? What happened to the power that was stolen? I turned to Elizabell once again with a puzzled expression.
"Did Charlotte tell you anything?" she asked exasperated.
"Um, I know that I was born in Washington where the big battle of witches, wolves and vampires took place" I told her.
"Exactly, now put two and two together" she told me, pretty much telling me to stop being stupid and use what god gave me properly.
The things like: life, death, me, powers, Washington, all ran through my mind until they all clicked. Shit!
"Hell no" I said to her, she just nodded in response. "You sure that we're on the same page?" I asked her, "Explain it so I can see if we are on the same page" I told her. She sighed for the second time today.
"You are the descendant of Life and Death therefor you have the ability of both, this only happens after hundreds of years when a Motis is blessed with the abilities of life and death." She summarised for me, so we were on the same page after all. Damn I was hoping that I was just crazy but I guess not.
"How is that possible and what does this all mean?" I asked tired from all my stress while falling onto the bed; wrinkling the neat sheets and making the bed creak.
"Well for starts you need to start training more, you also have to get it into your thick skull that it is not your fault that Charlotte died; that is the Lucian's fault because she killed her not you and no one must know that you are the descendant of Life and Death because lots of witches and vampires would try to kill you." She rushed out everything in one short breath. I'm positive that my mouth was open and eyes horrified.
I groaned and hid my face under one of her blue pillows that smelt like old ladies.
"Here, this is the family book, you should study from it; a man named Molson Motis wrote about controlling and using the ability of death wisely. It would come in handy." She said to me while getting up from the bed.
"Nah you keep it it's yours" I told her through the pillow, muffling my voice but she still heard it.
"No it's not mine it never was, Charlotte found it with you the day she found you in the woods and it is your family's journal" she explained how it was mine.
I groaned, great now I'm stuck with work to do. Training, I was never a fan of especially with my ability of death.
I raised myself off of bed and snatched the book while Elizabell looked at my every move with a small smile. "Oh how you remind me of Charlotte" she said more to herself than me.
"How did you know Charlotte?" I asked, curious as to how she knew her.
She turned to look at me with a serious face "I'm her mother" she said with a soft calm voice.
A/N: reviews and thankx to those who even read it :) will update in about a week.