We walk into a coffee house and sit down. I try and take comfort that we are in a public place, but I know how deadly things can turn if something goes wrong. We sit down and I slowly grab the knife from the table and grip it tightly to my thigh.

"Why don't you kill me? You obviously know who I am!" I mutter under my breath so the other patrons don't here me.

"Of course I know who yer are dear, but yer don't" she says in her thick accent.

I look at her with squinted eyes and wonder what the hell she means. "You just let me kill Mark. Why?" I ask another question.

"Ahh well.." She pulls out a cigarette "he was going to kill yew, and I can't have yer dead.. He got what was coming to him, if yew ask me" she puts the cigarette between her red stained lips and lights it. She pulls in some air and the let's out a perfect line of smoke.

"So then, what do you want?" I ask my final question. I wait impatiently as she smokes, the ashes at the end build up.

"You remember the night your parents died?" Her eyes glisten for a moment with something dark.

I sit up straighter at the mention of my parents "how do you know about that?" I ask. No one in the hunting field knows my past, I've kept it close to my heart. Who is she?

"We'll get there if yer wish, just answer me" she waits for my response so I simply nod my head, racing to ask more questions. "You obviously figured out it was not an accident given your current career path" she shoots her nose up at me. I'm too speechless to respond and just not my head again "oh yew were so young.. It's been so long" she sighs flicking her hair off one shoulder.

"And.." I shout when she doesn't continue. Other patrons look at me awkwardly and I lean closer to her over the table "what do you want" I grit through closed teeth annoyed with the run around.

"You ever learn why they were killed?" She asks

"They don't need reasons to kill, they are monsters." I respond to her

"Now, now, your parents weren't monsters." She taps the cigarette into my half drunken coffee, letting all of the ash drop in one big heap.

"I wasn't talking about my parents. I was talking about the witches." I spit back

She smiles a wicked smile "so were they!"

"What?" I ask, now confused at what she is saying.

"Your parents were witches dear" her smile stays plastered on her face.

"Your crazy. I'm leaving!" I push out my chair abruptly, the chair creaking against the concrete floor.

"Sit!" Rowena demands with a flick of her wrist and I'm forced back into the chair. I try to get up but I can't.

My blood burns with rage "I should've known you were a witch!" I spit to her. There's obviously a hex bag somewhere in the cafe.

"You listen here, Jaclyn" she gets closer to the table "your parents left the grand coven because of yew! They were killed, because of yew. It's your time to make this right!"

"I don't believe anything your saying, your trying to confuse me, play me!" I shake my head at her.

"Why would I waste my time?" She asks sitting back into the chair again "I've had my eye on yer for some time now. I wasn't too pleased finding out yer were a hunter instead of a witch, but things can change." She shrugs with another smirk on her face

"Me? A witch? Ya right. You better kill me now, cause if I see you again I'll kill you myself. My parents were teachers! Nothing more!" I argue with her.

"Oh there is so much for yew to see, to learn!" She takes in a deep breath "I don't even know where to begin!"

"Why are you doing this?" My anger begins to waiver and sadness creeps onto me. My heart races quickly and my breath begins to quicken. I've repressed the memory of my parents, the memories we had, the memories of their death.

"Oh dear" Rowena pulls out a handkerchief from her bag and hands it over. I reluctantly take it to dry the tears forming at the corners of my eyes. I dab at them and place the monogrammed napkin on my lap "I'm here to help. It's time the ones who did this pay for their crime." She bats her mascaraed eyelashes at me.

"I killed the witches who were responsible for that" I tell her.

Rowena stands up and I'm no longer stuck to the chair, I stand up slowly, anticipating more control. She walks over to me and puts a thin hand onto my shoulder "the witch world goes much deeper then yew know. Come with me and I'll tell yew everything you need to know about your parents" she finishes softly removing her hand.

I look to the side "I don't know"

"Here, look at this.." She reaches into her bag again and takes out a photo. She passes it over to me.

"That's.. Those are my parents!" I say shocked "I remember this photo! It was framed in the house, only it was just my parents.." I look at the other faces in the photo "that's you!" My eyes widen when I spot Rowena in the corner of the photo, looking the same as she does now.

"Indeed" she simply says.

"I'll come with yew, for now" I say going to hand the photo back to her "but if anything feels off or wrong, I'm done" I say.

She pushes my hand back "keep it, honey" she turns from me and walks away "and if yer want to leave, I'll deliver yew myself to your destination" she says quickly turning her head to me, leaving the coffee shop.

I can't tell if it's just my emotions but I see smoke emitting around her as she leaves. I inhale deeply and force one foot in front of another, following behind the frail, thin, red headed Scottish woman.