Everyone went straight to bed after our long night, except me of course. I stayed on the couch scrolling through my phone for information on being a witch. So far I got that Spider is my familiar, the main conductor of my magic is my wand, and spells depend on the witch. I can either cast already made spells, or make up my own.
Considering the fact that "Disappear pronto" doesn't sound too original, I guess the witch that turned us into monsters used already made spells. So I decided to look up the spell she cast on us. I did not like what I read. "Fuck." I whispered, looking through the ways to break the curse came to one conclusion. The Wishbone family only had to make up and be happy again, while I had to wait for one of my good days.
After that, I tossed and turned on the couch and gave up on sleeping all together. Spider was fast asleep on my purse and I continued researching spells on my phone. Soon I heard footsteps on the stairs and saw the sun start to raise out the window.
We called Cheyenne to give us a ride to the airport. We didn't expect her to take everything we said seriously though. But her giving us a ride would help a lot.
As soon as we came out Cheyenne gasped. "Wow! That is some serious spiritual reshaping."
"Tell me about it. I just-"
"Don't," I cut off Max, "don't remind us."
"Thanks for taking us to the airport." Emma smiled.
"Not a problem." Cheyenne whimsically smiled back. "Life is a journey, and I like to travel in style." She opened her van and it looked like the 70's threw up. Disco ball included.
"I'm really glad dogs are color blind." Max said.
The Wishbone's hopped into the back and I decided to ride shotgun. As soon as we all settled in Cheyenne started driving.
After a while Fay started crying.
"Fay, we'll find the witch." Emma comforted her daughter. "I promise."
"It's not just that." She looked at her mom. "Finally, a boy thought I was pretty and now...well just look at me."
"Boys aren't worth anything, and I'm sure the curse will be lifted soon." I started leaving out the 'for you.' They didn't need to know what I found out tonight so soon.
Emma gave me the stink eye. "Beauty doesn't last. It's what's inside that counts and you have to see that yourself."
"What she said." I nodded.
Fay glared at me. "Easy for you to say. Your boyfriend probably still thinks you're pretty."
"Boyfriend?" I tilted my head in confusion. "I don't have a boyfriend."
"Yeah right," Fay laughed in disbelief. "What about that cute guy back in the alley?"
"Lucas is my friend, not my boyfriend." I rolled my eyes. "Also not my type."
Fay's mouth dropped open. "Not your type? But he was a hottie."
"Like your mom says, it's inside that counts." I started petting my spider. "Besides cute boys aren't everything. You just have to focus on yourself and to remember to love yourself. Never forget how special you are."
I hear Cheyenne mumbling and feel the van pulling to the side. We were going faster than before.
"Speeding is illegal Cheyenne!" I yelled.
"Only if you get caught!" She yelled back.
We heard a crash, women yelling, and felt us hit a bump.
"She killed someone." I stated.
"I hope not, we've already had enough trouble." Max looked at the door in worry.
"Off we go!" Cheyenne opened the door.
"No! Stop." Max slammed the door shut.
"What are you doing?" Emma asked.
"You can't go out there. It's daylight." Max explained.
"That doesn't make any sense." I tilted my head.
"She's a vampire, she'll burn up." Fay grumbled.
"But she's already been in daylight." I tried to reason.
Max and Fay looked at each then me. "When?"
"Hello, we went to sleep at your place. I slept on the couch." I reminded them. "We woke up early in the morning, sun rising, and went out to get into Cheyenne's van." I threw my hands up in exaghastpuration.
Frank grunted and nodded.
"Oh," if Max didn't have fur he would be red in embarrassment. "I forgot about that."
We finally got out of the van and into the airport.
Max started to walk on four legs. "Mom, I don't want to change back. I like people being scared of me."
"If you stayed scary you might be clinically depressed." I mumbled. Cheyenne gave me a look.
"Oh darling, I know what you mean." Emma agreed.
"Are you nuts!" Fay huffed. "I look like a 3,000 year old meat loaf, and dad is a gigantic, farting idiot. Ok, that last one's not so new."
"Let the mom spit the wisdom before you judge." I stretched my back. "I'm going to get snacks."
I walked away from my group and headed for the vending machine. Before I could put my change in someone stopped me.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." A teen with a Mohawk stated. "It eats quarters but nothing comes out."
"Bummer." I kicked the vending machine. I felt something poke my side. My wand was half out of my purse, and my spider was holding the wand up at me. I quickly grabbed the wand and looked at the spider pointing at the vending machine. "But how?" Spider took out my phone.
I raised my brow and decided to search up magic spells. Rhyming seemed a common theme. "Hungry I am, please feed this ma'am." I pointed my wand and every snack in the machine fell. Quickly I filled my purse and went back to the group.
"You won't believe what I did." I stopped myself when I noticed Fay crying.
"No problem, I'll even upgrade you to first class." I heard the lady at the desk say. "Here are your tickets." She handed them six tickets.
"Thank you." Emma grabbed the tickets and Frank. "Let's go Frank."
"What just happened?" I asked.
"Fay can hypnotize people." Max explained. "It's just like in the cast of The Mummy."
"Really?" Fay turned to her mother. "Mommy I need a bigger allowance."
"Don't even think about it, young lady." Emma put her hands on her hips.
"I would try that with Dad." Max suggested.
We kept walking as Fay pouted behind.
"I casted a spell and got a stuck machine working again." I grinned.
"Your powers might help catch the witch." Max hummed in thought. "Can a witch take another witch's source of magic?"
My spider tapped my hand. I looked down to see it shaking its head. "Spider says no."
"What is your Spider exactly?" Max asked.
"They're my familiar, I read that witches would have them to help with their magic." I explained.
We all heard Emma scowling Fay. Behind Fay was a group of howling women fighting over lipstick.
"If I'm going to look like this, at least let me have some fun." Fay begged.
Emma rolled her eyes. "Fine, but only for a little while."
Fay smiled and we all felt dread.
As soon as we were in the air Fay hypnotized most of the people to party. She had the flight attendance give her chocolate and blast music.
As soon as she started throwing chocolates Emma started scowling. I tuned them out and kept scrolling through pages of spells. Most witches online recommended protection spells.
"May nothing harm me with sharpness. Not even the prince of darkness." I heard Spider clap their fangs in approval.
Suddenly Emma started to groan in pain.
"What's wrong?" Fay asked.
"I'm just, just so hungry." Emma growled with her eyes glowing red.
Uh-uh. "Is there a spell for that?" I asked Spider. They shook their head.
Fay tried offering her food and tomato juice. But it all went to deaf ears as she went after the flight attendance neck. We all went to stop her, when I heard a snap. I looked to see everyone frozen in place. Everyone except me, Emma, and a man in a purple tinted leather outfit.
"Ok, who are you?" Emma asked.
"And what's going on." I demanded.
The man looked at me in surprise. "How are you- nevermind. Does the name Prince of Darkness ring any bells?" He moved his face close to Emma's.
Emma shook her head. The man, "Dracula", looked sad at that. He looked at me when I said his name.
"Ah, did Emma tell you about me?" He smiled.
"Yesterday Emma said she talked to you." I stated.
"Dracula?" Emma suddenly seemed to remember. "How did you get on this plane?"
Dracula grabbed Emma from behind. "I could not wait to meet you, my Folly Rose." He held her hand and pulled her to him.
Before he could do anything else I interrupted. "Geez, when Emma said you sounded lonely, I didn't think you were creepy level lonely." I pointed my wand at him. "Respect the personal space, you're making her uncomfortable."
"Oh please, how could you know what my dear Emma wants." Dracula glared at me.
"Actually," Emma pulled her hand out of his. "You are making me uncomfortable."
Dracula's face fell then hardened. "There's a matter of hand here that I can help." He walked back to the frozen attendance. "Drinking the blood of humans is such a messy affair, and considered quite common these days." He twisted the man's head to the side and then twisted it back. "Not to mention, the manner of dispensing of the leftovers."
"Leftovers?" Emma sounded scared.
"Come with me." He demanded.
"Come with you?" She looked at me for help.
"Emma doesn't need to go anywhere." I still had my wand trained on him.
He looked back with a frown. "I suppose you want your witchy friend with you." He smoothed his already slicked back hair. "I suppose I can make that exception."
"But I can't leave my family behind." Emma begged.
"Would you rather stay and drain these people," he reasoned, "of their life force in order to quench your insatiable thirst?" He once again pulled the flight attendance head.
"No, no, no." Emma shook her head in horror. She looked up at me.
"Your witch's spells are useless to the thirst." Dracula stated.
I dropped my wand in defeat. "He's right."
"I'll come with you." Emma said in defeat.
"I hoped you might." Dracula said smugly.
"Let's get going." He clasped his hands together. "Now witch, do you have a flying spell?" I shook my head negative, he frowned. "I suppose you can climb on my back." He grabbed Emma's hand and walked towards the planes exist.
"You're not opening that are you?" I asked.
Dracula hummed. "The plane is also frozen in place if that's what worries you." A helmet started to appear as he opened the door. "Forgive the mask. I'm not overly fond of the sun." He pushed Emma forward.
"How-how about a parachute-" Emma was pushed out of the plane.
"Hop on witch." Was my last warning before he started to jump out too. I latched on his back like a backpack. "Parachutes are for wimps!" He laughed.
I held on for dear life as his rocket boosters came on. I heard Emma's screaming and Dracula's arms moved. With Emma screaming more. I kept my face buried in Dracula's back, my hat barely hanging on with the wind and Dracula's twirling.
"Just out of interest, where are we flying?" I heard Emma ask.
"Towards our future together." I could feel Dracula's back vibrate while he spoke. "Call me pampered but," I felt ourselves land. "I like to travel in style."
When I finally got face out of Dracula's back I was taken back. "Where are we?" There was a large couch, stairs, a line of wine, and fire pit.
"You can get off now." Dracula grunted.
"Oh, sorry." I let go and landed my feet on the ground. "Comfy back."
"What?" Dracula raised his brow at me. "Nevermind, let's deal with your little problem." He smiled at Emma. Out of nowhere he pulled a vial filled red liquid. He started teasing Emma with it.
"Hey, give me that." She jumped as he put the vial over his head.
"Come on, jump. You can do it if you try." He laughed.
Getting weirded out, I decided to grab a wine bottle.
I heard a snap and Emma laughing. "That's gonna be handy.
Dracula was frozen in front of her and moved as soon as she touched the vial. "A little jest. Only I can do that."
I moved to the side couch farthest away from them when he made the vial disappear. In his hand was a small box. A small box that looked like a ring box.
"This is a bit sudden, don't you think?" Emma nervously laughed.
Dracula frowned in confusion. The box opened revealing a red pill. "Your lunch."
Yeah, I'm definitely getting drunk. I opened the bottle and started downing it.
"What on earth is this?" Emma hissed. "I want blood, not a pill." She grabbed his collar and shook.
"Trust me Emma." He pleaded.
"But how can I trust you?" She shoved his hand away. "You're Dracula."
"She's got a point." I held the wine up. Dracula simply frowned at me.
"That's why I only know what you need." He reasoned. He plucked the pill from the box. Handing it to Emma.
Emma reluctantly took it and swallowed. Her face puckered in disgust.
"Yes, it's an acquired taste." He sympathized.
"It's working, I'm changing back." She smiled at Dracula then looked at me. "Lizzie it's worked."
"I'll drink to that." I tilted the bottle towards her before taking a sip. She frowned and turned back to Dracula.
"Why are you helping me?" She asked.
"You're the first person in 1,000 years who has lifted my melancholy." He sighed dreamily and sat them both down on the couch.
"That sounds ridiculous." I closed the half empty bottle and laid down. Feet off the couch because I'm not a heathen.
"I beg your pardon?" Dracula sounded offended.
"You look a little ridiculous yourself." Emma muttered.
"It took 1,000 for you to find someone that makes you happy." I stretched my legs and folded them. "That's just sad."
"It's not sad," Dracula held Emma's hand."because she was worth the wait. Finally, there's someone who can understand me and share my life, romantically." He grazed his hand over Emma's face. "A vampire wife."
"Sap." I raised my brows to keep my eyes open. "But probs on being cute."
"I am not cute, I am Dracula!" He huffed.
Emma hummed. "Did you send that witch after us?" She placed a finger under his chin.
He chuckled and smugly smiled.
"Cat face." I whispered.
He started stammering when he heard Emma gasp in disbelief. "Witch? I don't know any witches. Do they really exist?"
"I am no longer a witch." I stated. "I am a bruja."
"I want to get back to my family." Emma huffed angrily.
"Do they really make you happy?" He asked.
"Well," Emma hummed, "sometimes."
"Sometimes is nowhere near enough for you, my darling." He sure does have a nice voice. "You deserve to be happy always." I hummed in agreement. "I want to devote myself to showing you a life beyond your wildest dreams." Someone hummed in approval. "Our home would be my castle." That sounds nice. "But we will travel to the romantic of places." How sweet. "I will give you this world and worlds beyond." That's romantic in a tyrannical way.
"That all sounds wonderful." I heard Emma sigh. My eyes felt heavy to open.
"Can your husband offer you anything like that?" Dracula asked.
"Well, we did play Scrabble on a Tuesday night last May for no particular reason." Emma shared.
"Then what are you waiting for, my love?" Man Dracula is so straightforward. "Follow your heart to me."
Emma took a sharp breath of air. "I have to get back to my family." I heard her get up.
"You would choose to be unhappy." Dracula did not sound happy.
"No." Emma stated. "But when you're a mother, you have to take the good with the bad." I nodded to that.
"Well, if you're that sure don't let me keep you." Dracula stomped his foot down.
I heard Emma shout. "You could have just called me a cab!"
Someone shook my shoulder. "Hmmm?" I slowly blinked my eyes open. Dracula was over me with a frown. "Time to go?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Don't wanna." I rolled to my side only to also roll out of the jet. "You're a jerk!" I screamed. Below me I see Emma land in the water. But I was headed towards the sidewalk. "Shit!" Soon I feel Spider move into action. He crawled onto my chest and expanded like a float boat. I bounced right on him a couple times before he deflated.
"Good job Spider." I patted him and he chattered in praise.
"Mom!"
"Mem-ma!"
"Lezzie!"
I turned around as soon as Emma slammed into the wall. "I really need to practice that."
"You're back!" Max and Fay hugged Emma."We thought we would never see you again."
Cheyenne walked over to me and smiled. I smiled back, the tiredness from the wine and lack of sleep gone.
Frank went to give his wife a bear hug.
"So, what's with the disappearing act you two?" Fay asked. "Did you ever think of calling us?"
"Yes, we worried mommy. Where have you two been?" Max asked.
"It wasn't that easy." Emma began. "Dracula has a way of hypnotizing you."
"Dracula, the vampire?" Max asked, surprised.
"No Dracula the hairstylist." Fay sarcastically said.
"So, is he handsome, like in the films?" Cheyenne hummed intrigued.
"Mamsome?" Frank looked horrified.
"He's kind of looking for love." Emma shyly stated.
"Move?" Frank looked mortified.
"Don't worry big man." I slapped his arm. "She told him no like three times."
"So not handsome." Fay folded her arms.
"Actually-" Emma tucked a stray hair.
"He was totally handsome. My type visually actually." I interrupted her. "Had good wine too. Speaking of." I stumbled forward, Frank caught me before I fell. "Thanks bud, I'm a bit tipsy at the moment."
"Great a drunk witch." Fay shook her head frustrated. "What are we going to do now? Wait all day for the, hopefully sober, witch to come?"
"Um," Max shyly looked up, "we could go on the Ferris wheel."
Everyone sounded pleased with that idea. Fay accepted as long as I wasn't with her. She didn't want me throwing up on her. Which is fine by me. I'm used to being alone on Ferris wheels.
