Chapter 3

I walked back down the hallway and into the library. Only Alexander and Fergus were in there, I assumed John had stalked off to somewhere else in the house. Not that I was saddened by this news. As I entered the library, Alexander and Fergus stopped talking, and I had a weird feeling it had been about me.

"Well, that didn't take long. I expected you to be on the phone for at least thirty minutes or more." Alexander said.

"My mother trust me, she knows I can take care of myself if I need too. And I probably could've taken those other vamps if someone had let me instead of knocking me out!" I said slightly glancing at Alexander. Fergus started to laugh again.

"Well I guess she told you, huh Al?" he continued to laugh.

"Yeah, I guess so," Alexander started to go red in the face, "Umm, I know this sounds stupid, but what is your name?" he dropped his head in shame.

"My name is Isabella. My mother is Elizabeth of San Francisco." Fergus looked at me with wide eyes.

"Your mother is the great Elizabeth, of San Francisco? Are you serious?"

"Umm yeah pretty sure, mom liked to show me the deliver tapes as a form of birth control, not like I was going do anything at the age of 8." Alexander looked confused.

"Why is your mother so important?" Fergus turned on him.

"She's one of the most powerful witches on the east coast. People say she should've been in the Inner Circle at the age of 20, but until someone passes over the power, she can't be named a member of the Inner Circle. She's my role model!"

"Oh, that Elizabeth."

"Yeah, that Elizabeth. I feel so honored to be in her daughter's presence." He actually bowed to me. I pulled him back up.

"You know, she looking for a new apprentice. I could mention you to her. She hasn't had a male one yet, you know?" I smiled.

"Yeah, I know," he smiled, and then turned serious, "Will you please tell, ask her to consider me?"

"Of course Fergus. I wasn't lying, I will tell her about you." I said smiling.

"Thanks Izzy," oh no, he did not call me Izzy.

Alexander's POV

You could see the change on Isabella's face. Her face even got red.

"That's not my name, do not call me that! Don't call me Bella either. My name is Isabella, and that is my name." Fergus put his hands up in surrender.

"I won't do it again, I promise." he even stepped back a foot or two.

"Do I look like a little browned haired girl made up by Stepheine Meyer?" Fergus just shook his head. I bravely reached out a hand and touched her shoulder, this time you could really see the change in Isabella, as the calmness washed through her. I guess the legends of Soul mates were true.

Elizabeth's (Isabella's mom) POV

I really hope she can take care of herself, I thought to myself. I hung up the phone and walked out to my car. I could feel the change in the air as I stepped into the cold morning air, and before I moved any farther I set up the wards I had been practicing all my life up, protection wards. Just as I made it to the car, I felt someone hit the wards and fly off to my right. I turned around and see my husband on the ground.

"Oh my gosh, babe, are you ok?" I walked over and helped him stand up.

"Yeah," he said as he shook his head to clear it, "What's up with the ward?"

"I just didn't feel safe when I walked outside, I felt this weird force."

"You know you don't always have to go to the shop. When was the last time you took a day off?" he asked pulling me into his arms. I felt completely safe here, and I always have.

"Ten years, I think," he laughed, "maybe I should take a day off. Besides if anyone needs me, they can call me." I smiled as he pulled me toward the house.

Isabella's POV

We had just entered the kitchen when Alexander asked me about my family. "Well, I have a mom and a step dad. My real dad wasn't a witch; I believe he was a psychic. He ran when he heard my mom was pregnant. My step dad is a witch."

"You're serious? Your step dad's a witch? How come nobody knows?" Fergus asked confused.

"He just isn't out in the spotlight, that's Mom's thing. He does all the finical things with the store." We had just sat down at the kitchen table, when we heard a knock at the back door. When Alexander got up and answered then door, a woman rushed in and kissed him right on the lips. All I could think about was who was this women, and why did my heart feel like it was being crushed with a hammer?