"There is a way to bring Simon back," said the vampire breaking the silence.
"But how could he!" She found it impossible.
"Zoë, do you believe in witches?"
At first the girl was taken back but then she replied half bitterly, "Witches? Well, you are a vampire, what are the chances there are witches or werewolves or zombies."
He chuckled his dark laugh, "Yes, although I'm not sure about zombies. I've never met one personally. But onto a more serious note, resurrection is possible with the correct spell."
"What? But why would you do that for me?"
"Ah, for you? Yes, maybe I could help you get your Simon back but of course there is something I would want in return. Isn't that the way you humans bargain? Yes. . ." He placed his white hand to his chin in thought. Another silence passed.
"What do you want then?" She began to feel nervous.
"That," He said without expression, "you will find out later. For now, I want you to be happy and then I will get what I want later."
Zoë thought his words over with caution and fear but the urge to see Simon again was too strong for her to resist. Whatever she was getting into, atleast she would have Simon, but at what cost?
The girl bowed her head and softly agreed to his deal. A spark of delight entered the vampire's dark eyes. He took Zoe's hand and with her nail, pierced the his own skin on his palm.
"A blood vow." He said. Zoë felt the blood on her finger. It was cold.
"Yes." She said.
The next night, the vampire returned into her room. He smiled softly and Zoë was surprised to find sincerity in his face. He took her arm and led her through the window.
He was leading her someplace. They walked in silence, Zoe's hand held by the vampire's.
"Now close your eyes." He said to her. She reluctantly obeyed.
When she opened them, she stood in a completely different place from the suburbs she saw only seconds before. She looked around to find an old-fashioned area. There were old wooden houses connected with dirt paths and pine trees sprouted everywhere. There were no cars.
"This is modern day Salem," said the vampire, "Here we will find your witch."
Zoë was overwhelmed with shock but followed the vampire to a house hidden in the forest. The house was old like the rest, but had a dark aura to it. She shivered.
They went inside, the vampire still holding her hand. They entered a normal looking living room with the exception of a giant cauldron placed in the middle of the floor and scrolls with crazy cursive writing that hung on the wall.
"Nodnu?" A shaky voice came from the doorway leading to another room. A face became clear and Zoë could see it was a middle aged women with long brown hair and green eyes that glowed like a cat's. "My Nodnu! You have returned to me!"
"Yes Lady." said the vampire.
"Take a seat, what is it you want?" said the woman.
"I have come to ask a favor of you, concerning this young lady."
"Yes. . . " Said Lady, "Ah, yes, a resurrection. . . Ah! Another vampire! But why?"
Zoë could not help herself cringe at the fact that the witch had read her mind.
"That we can discuss in private." said the vampire, "For now, you tell me if you can resurrect this vampire."
"Possibly, yes. Although, you would need to go find the certain ingredients on your own and this also won't be free. I have a favor in return." The witch took a paper from one of her books and wrote cursive across it.
"Of course. . ."
"Then so be it! Bring me a little child boy and here take this," the witch handed the vampire a paper, "I want my child and you get everything on this list and bring it to me."
"Yes. . ."
"Then that is all, Nodnu. Take leave now." The witch said.
"I trust you with Zoë, for the time being?"
"Of course, my dear."
And the vampire was gone. Zoë was left alone with the witch.
"Don't be frightened," said the witch to Zoë, "I wouldn't harm you. I would never betray Nodnu."
Zoë shrunk back in fear, anyway.
"Come now, let us get you a room to sleep in tonight. Nodnu should return later."
Soon after, the girl found herself ontop of a foreign bed, inside a dark room with only a candle flickering dimly in the darkness. She struggled for courage.
But she felt Simon close. He was so close. . . She could almost touch him. . . She wanted him near. . .
She then fell asleep.