The next morning, as if from a pleasant sleep, the girls awoke. They couldn't remember ever getting in the car and going home but they sure as hell could remember the previous night.
"Megana?" Rachelia asked over their bowls of cereal. "Did last night really happen?"
"Yes Rachelia, it really did." She answered.
She seemed to be lost in thought for a moment, then started, "Then, do you remember when we are to be starting our training?"
Megana had no clue, all she knew was that they were to be trained in the same house that they went to last night. "I don't know. Hey, where are your parents?"
"Work. They both got a chance to work over time and took it. They won't be back until late."
"Then how are we supposed to get back to the house?"
Just as Megana said those words there came a knock at the door. The two girls gave each other hesitant looks. They got up and put their bowls in the sink. They walked over to the door. Just they reached the door the person knocked again. Rachelia opened the door half wanting to see one of the friends they had met that night on the other side. To prove that that night wasn't a dream. Her wish came true. There standing in the doorway was Zackeriah.
Not thinking Megana grabbed him by the blue shirt he was wearing, pulled him through the door, and, along with Rachelia, gave him a hug.
"Wow, maybe I should become a witch more often." He said shocked by the greeting he received.
The girls let him go and looked at him. He wasn't wearing the all black outfit he was sporting the previous night. He was wearing loose sweat pants and a blue t-shirt.
"Um, wow," Rachelia started, "You look different."
"Oh, yeah I know. I don't normally look like I did last night."
"That might be the reason we never noticed him before." Megana said to Rachelia.
"Probably. We really don't pay attention to anyone else do we?"
"Yeah. For instance, did you know that I'm in your science class?"
The girls gave each other puzzled looks. Both girls knew the other was guilty of not knowing him right away. "Anyway, I came to pick you up."
"What?" they both asked still in their pajamas.
"Jeremiah gave me directions to your house and told me to pick you two up. I can give you five minutes but we're already late."
The girls raced into Rachelia's room and put on their clothes. They hurriedly ran out into the living room and out the door.
When they got outside Megana couldn't believe her eyes. There siting outside her house was a candy apple red Mustang convertible.
"Oh my God!" Megana exclaimed. "SHOTGUN!" She yelled before Rachelia could get a word in edge wise.
This made Zackeriah laugh. He said nothing but led them up to the car. He pressed his little key chain and the horn honked. He then very politely opened the door for Megana. She got in with a smile and let him shut the door. He did the same for Rachelia in the back. He started the car and it was music to Megana's ears. She didn't even see him give her a look of utter infatuation.
"So which house are we going to?" Rachelia asked completely oblivious as usual.
"Well we're going to the other one to meet with Dominique. Then you will go over to Jeremiah's place to train."
"Oh. So how long have you known?" She asked.
He told her basically what he told Megana the previous night. As they talked she looked out the window. So, if last night was real then that means that I really am adopted. Well that explains the lack of resemblance between my parents and I. Suddenly Megana's thoughts were interrupted by Rachelia lightly smacking her on the back.
"Yeah, I thought it was a senior prank too."
"Well, here we are." Zackeriah said pulling into the driveway of an old looking house.
They got out of the car and walked up the sidewalk to the porch. The house was old and looked like George Washington could have lived there. It was completely done in red brick. And they walked up another cobble stone walk, same as the one the previous night, and up the three steps and onto a rickety old porch. The red paint was peeling from the door. The three teenagers all glanced at each other with hesitant looks; finally Rachelia knocked on the door.
A girl with very wind blown hair opened the door. She simply smiled at them and stepped aside for them to pass. They walked into the foyer and immediately saw a great staircase the thing looked like it belonged on the Titanic. Megana was completely drooling over everything. She loved everything that was in the room. It had elegant decorations from every decade.
Just as Megana turned to look at more antiques they heard footsteps coming down the stairs. They looked and there looking as bitchy as ever, stood Dominique. She wore what looked like an old corset. To a movie freak she would look like Anna Valerious from the movie Van Helsing. But all in all she looked pretty hot.
"Good morning." She said surprisingly cheerful. "Megana, Rachelia, Zackeriah. Are you all ready?"
They all kind of nodded and followed her.
She took them to a cellar very similar to the one in Jeremiah's house. There was only one thing missing and that was the char marks on the walls. Instead there were fans all along the far wall.
"Surly you don't need fans to train someone with my ability." Zackeriah said in a doubtful voice.
"You would be surprised at how often we need them. But we have been monitoring your abilities in every day life. And you don't seem to need them. They are mainly for the those who have trouble with creating wind." She answered as if it were the most natural thing on the planet.
"Mo-monitoring?" He said unsure.
"Oh, do not worry we do not invade your personal space. Or any other thing for that matter."
He let out a sigh of relief as Dominque turned to the girls. "David will bring you two to the house from last night." She motioned to a boy of about sixteen or seventeen. He walked over to her and she put her arm around. "Now," she said to David, "I want you to take them to Jeremiah. He is expecting you and you'd better not be late or you'll be the next diversion when we go hunting."
"Yes Ma'am." He answered in an entranced voice. "Follow me." He said to the girls.
They followed him up the stairs and out the door to another car. This time it was blue Dodge Neon. He too opened the door for the girls. Rachelia sat in front this time. After driving for about three minutes Rachelia struck up a conversation.
"So," she paused, "David right?"
He nodded.
"How long have you been a witch?"
"I have always known. My mother raised me when I was young and I was trained at a very young age?"
"Is Dominique your mother?" Megana asked.
"What? Oh no." He said with a little remorse in his voice. "My mother was killed about two years ago."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Megana replied.
"How?" Rachelia blurted out before she could even think about what she was asking.
"Rachelia! That isn't a question to ask some one you just met." Megana scolded and hitting the back of Rachelia's seat.
"It's okay. My mother was killed by Aubrey as well."
"Oh," Megana replied, "I guess we're both in the same boat then. Huh?
"Yeah I guess. Oh here we are."
He pulled into the driveway of the old seventeenth century home.