Title: Whispers in the wind
Chapter: 2- The Charmed Witch
Something was wrong. I could sense that tears trickled down her face, but they were different. Not tears of murder or regret but of innocence or sorrow. I kept my pace amongst the shadows not letting a sound escape my victims. The girl, she was an innocent soul and she was to be killed by the greatest murderer of all time, me. I did not regret to those murders which I had. Witches had begged, pleaded, even bribed me but it was no use. My magic would pierce through their screams of death and my job would be done.
I walked along the night letting the darkness evoke me. I watch the girl run lost without a path to follow. Suddenly my son I heard his footsteps coming down. He was walking right to the girl. Fool, he was just as innocent as she was. "Joe..." I whispered his name into the darkness. (A/N: Ha! I bet I had you all fooled thinking that Joe was the murdered, ne?) His amber eyes which he had inherited from his mother seemed troubled. I wonder what the boy had gotten into.
He was never the type to take on the family business, too kind and gentle for that. Sometimes I wish that he didn't have to face the horrors of the real world, but he did. Suddenly he clumsily bumped into my next victim. I watched the interacting with interest. He could be of use after all..
"I'm so sorry Miss-" "Francoise, my name is Francoise. Its quite all right nothing but an accident I'm sure." The petite blonde picked up the books that she was carrying, and starred at Joe for a moment. Those books I was sure were of spells. She bent down carefully and picked them up carefully. Joe assisted clumsily until all the books were in his arms. "I'll carry theses for you, if that's all right." The girl smiled and nodded. She had been kind to my son, for that I would spare her for tonight.
I watched the pair all night long and saw that my son had been acting very awkward towards the girl. I looked at my watch, he'd better get home soon his deadline was near. Even though I was a witch hunter to him I was just his father. I blinked into our house and began the countdown.
5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..
Joe rushed through the door and out of breath said; "I'm here!" I allowed him to sit down and relax. "What took you?" I asked wanting him to believe that I was upset. "Well I was coming home, and then there was this girl, and her books.." He was speaking so fast I couldn't keep up. "Slow down boy and explain carefully." I wondered whether he would tell me the entire truth. The fact that he had taking a liking to the girl, that he felt butterflies in his stomach when he was near her. Truthfully I didn't expect it.
His eyes shone with vulnerability much like the girl's; "Father I encountered a witch on my way here." My attention was sparked. "The girl who I met is a witch; her scent was filled with witchcraft." So the boy had been paying attention in his earlier lessons. "She is innocent though, perhaps you shouldn't."
"Kill her?" I asked taking the gallon of milk out of the refrigerator. He gave me an uneasy nod. "I'm afraid that I cannot do that she must be terminated; after all she is a charmed one. Joe lifted his head in alarm. Charmed witches were known for being able to see right through warlocks, and in this case a wizard. "Do not worry my boy, the witch is an amateur, she did not sense that you were a wizard." He relaxed and laid back on the chair. I took a good look at my son; I knew that he would grow to like this witch. He would stand in my way eventually, I couldn't let that happen. This witch was going to be hard to kill.
Something was wrong. I could sense that tears trickled down her face, but they were different. Not tears of murder or regret but of innocence or sorrow. I kept my pace amongst the shadows not letting a sound escape my victims. The girl, she was an innocent soul and she was to be killed by the greatest murderer of all time, me. I did not regret to those murders which I had. Witches had begged, pleaded, even bribed me but it was no use. My magic would pierce through their screams of death and my job would be done.
I walked along the night letting the darkness evoke me. I watch the girl run lost without a path to follow. Suddenly my son I heard his footsteps coming down. He was walking right to the girl. Fool, he was just as innocent as she was. "Joe..." I whispered his name into the darkness. (A/N: Ha! I bet I had you all fooled thinking that Joe was the murdered, ne?) His amber eyes which he had inherited from his mother seemed troubled. I wonder what the boy had gotten into.
He was never the type to take on the family business, too kind and gentle for that. Sometimes I wish that he didn't have to face the horrors of the real world, but he did. Suddenly he clumsily bumped into my next victim. I watched the interacting with interest. He could be of use after all..
"I'm so sorry Miss-" "Francoise, my name is Francoise. Its quite all right nothing but an accident I'm sure." The petite blonde picked up the books that she was carrying, and starred at Joe for a moment. Those books I was sure were of spells. She bent down carefully and picked them up carefully. Joe assisted clumsily until all the books were in his arms. "I'll carry theses for you, if that's all right." The girl smiled and nodded. She had been kind to my son, for that I would spare her for tonight.
I watched the pair all night long and saw that my son had been acting very awkward towards the girl. I looked at my watch, he'd better get home soon his deadline was near. Even though I was a witch hunter to him I was just his father. I blinked into our house and began the countdown.
5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..
Joe rushed through the door and out of breath said; "I'm here!" I allowed him to sit down and relax. "What took you?" I asked wanting him to believe that I was upset. "Well I was coming home, and then there was this girl, and her books.." He was speaking so fast I couldn't keep up. "Slow down boy and explain carefully." I wondered whether he would tell me the entire truth. The fact that he had taking a liking to the girl, that he felt butterflies in his stomach when he was near her. Truthfully I didn't expect it.
His eyes shone with vulnerability much like the girl's; "Father I encountered a witch on my way here." My attention was sparked. "The girl who I met is a witch; her scent was filled with witchcraft." So the boy had been paying attention in his earlier lessons. "She is innocent though, perhaps you shouldn't."
"Kill her?" I asked taking the gallon of milk out of the refrigerator. He gave me an uneasy nod. "I'm afraid that I cannot do that she must be terminated; after all she is a charmed one. Joe lifted his head in alarm. Charmed witches were known for being able to see right through warlocks, and in this case a wizard. "Do not worry my boy, the witch is an amateur, she did not sense that you were a wizard." He relaxed and laid back on the chair. I took a good look at my son; I knew that he would grow to like this witch. He would stand in my way eventually, I couldn't let that happen. This witch was going to be hard to kill.