Author's Note: Here's the sequel I promised. This story is dedicated to my friend LuMezenga and Ma Corrêa who had the main idea for the plot and to Stefanie for giving me Stefan's name.Again I do not own anything, all those rights go straight to Joseph Delaney. Hope you like it. Read and review it.
Chapter 5: Little Wismming
Little Wismming wasn't very far from Anglezarke. We got to the city a little before lunch. It was indeed a small town, there were two main streets, one was residential and the other had many shops and little markets. There weren't many people walking on the street and the houses seemed poor. Tom and I were tired because we've been walking under the summer sun for the whole morning, it was hotter than ever. We headed to the shopping street, where we could see kids asking for money and food, people sleeping on the dirty street and an artist painting the scene. It seemed a forgotten city. In the end of the street, we could see a dirty, old and small church. The Blue Horse hotel was two blocks from the church. There was a blue horse svelte in the door and it was the biggest house on the street. We entered and approached the reception where a fat old man was sleeping.
"Excuse me," Tom said ringing the small bell on the table.
The man woke up and almost fell from his chair. He looked at us and smiled.
"Hello, how can I help you?" he asked.
"We need a room," I said.
"Of course you need a room or what else would you be doing here right? It's only for you two?" he said.
"Yes, please," Tom said.
"Let me see," the man turned around and looked at the wall where a few keys were hanged.
He grabbed one and gave it to us.
"My daughter will take you there," he smiled again, looked at the stairs and screamed. "Mary, get down here now."
"I'm coming," someone shouted.
The stairs started to grit and we heard the sound of boots coming down. Mary was red headed girl and had green eyes just like her father, but it were the only things they had in common. Mary was thinner and she didn't smell so bad. Kindly, she led us to our room.
"What brought you to Little Wismming?" she asked.
"We are…" Tom said.
"My husband promised me, he would take me to see the North Sea. We just stopped to rest a little," I lied.
"Oh, you are married. How cute," Mary said. "You must be very dedicated to your wife, Mr."
"Yes, she got a little demanding after we find out about the baby," Tom said getting into the lie.
"Baby? But you look so young," the girl stopped. "Here's your room."
"I always wanted to be a mom. Thank you, Mary," I replied.
"You're welcome," she smiled and left.
Tom and I entered the room. He sat on the bed and stared at me.
"What are you looking at?" I asked.
"What were you thinking when you told the girl we were married?"
"You have to learn to see details. She wore pointy shoes; her eyes had glances of yellow. Her father seemed to control her. He'll probably ask her what we are doing here and I didn't like the way she looked at you," I sat on the bed with him.
"Do you think she's a witch?" Tom asked worried.
"Probably, but I don't think we'll have to worry about her," I said.
"Ok, I think we should take a walk to know the city better," he suggested.
I agreed and we left the hotel. Tom went in the direction of the church and I took the opposite way. We would meet again in an hour in our hotel room.
I walked through the street, where a bunch of people were shopping or just taking a walk. It wasn't a big city, but it was dirty and dark even though it was summer. Most of the people lived in bad conditions and the others lived without any condition. The street was full; it was hard to walk without bumping into someone. When I crossed to the other side of the street, I saw a blond hair. I only knew one person with that blond hair. I tried to find Mab, when I saw Jason coming in my way, but I wasn't sure if he had seen me. I hid among people and saw Jason and Mab going in the hotel's direction. They didn't see me and I decided to follow them. Of course, Jason had listened to my conversation with Tom and he told Mab about it. There were going to kill Tom with Stefan's help. I continued to follow them. They passed through the hotel, but when I did the same to follow them, Mary grabbed me and started to talk, making me lose Jason and Mab in the crowd. Mary kept talking to me until Tom arrived a few minutes later.
"We need to talk," I said pulling him inside the hotel, leading him to our room.
"What happened?" he asked worried.
"I saw Mab and Jason here," I said closing the door behind me.
"Alice, please let's not talk about this," he said.
"This is important, Tom. Jason probably heard us talking. He told Mab and now they are here to release Stefan, to ask his help to kill you. You're not safe here. We have to go," I explained.
"Alice, listen," he held my shoulders. "Jason is not here. He doesn't want to kill me. You must have seen someone who looks like him."
"Why can't you believe me?" I said getting annoyed.
"Jason is my brother, he'll never do that. He has no reason to kill me."
"Stop being stupid," I screamed. "How can't you see something that is in front of you? Jason is being manipulated by Mab. She is the one who wants you dead. He is just her player."
"Don't shout at me like I'm a kid," Tom screamed back at me. "I'm a grown up man. I know how to judge others. I don't need you telling me what to do all the time. I am not a child."
"Then stop acting like one," I shouted. "If you don't need me then I don't know what I'm doing here,"
I opened the door and left.
"Alice, wait," I heard Tom calling me, but I didn't care anymore.
He had hurt my feelings and I never felt so bad my entire life. Even when I was told that I was a failure as a witch. I went in the direction of the church, but I didn't notice I was heading that way. When I finally stopped, I noticed I was at the graveyard. I sat in one of the benches in front of a big tree. I hugged my legs and cried as hard as I could. I stayed there for a few minutes, when I felt a hand in my shoulder. I thought it was Tom, so I ignored it.
"Hello, Alice," the person spoke.
By the voice, I realized it wasn't Tom, but somehow I knew who it was, so I turned around.
"Hello, Stefan."