We ran hard and fast just outside of town to a small village that we were going to stay for a while to stay low. The men made the check point here because Shannon's coven lived here.
Yes coven. Monroe explained to be that Shannon practiced witchcraft, an older religion that many people are known for from this area. We were safe for the moment and that was all I cared about.
Shannon wanted all us to let off some steam after the whole we could have almost died back there incident. Our group was staying with a few of the coven members in one of the old castles. It was beautiful, especially the view from the top. Standing at the top on one of the cross bridges you could see the ocean with the glow of the sun setting behind it.
Once Rose found out about the marks on my back she cleaned them and applied some type of flowery ointment that soothed them, making them hurt less. I asked her not to tell Monroe, but he walked in as I was getting dressed seeing the marks himself.
He wanted to leave then and there to kill Andrew. I eventually talked him out of it, only for him to promise he was a dead man. Things between us had changed immensely, we were always around each other, touching, kissing not wanting to miss something.
When my back healed to the point it was hurting all the time Shannon decided it was time we celebrated and gave everyone orders. Rose and I were to prepare meals, the guys were all to go out and set up the yard, Shannon was finding the costumes. Other coven members laughed as she ran back and forth like a chicken with its head cut off. After she went into a few of their rooms, they helped her start finding things for the celebration.
Rose and I had a list of things to make, but we didn't mind it. We chatted while we worked. She asked me how I thought Miles and Rachel were going to take the news of Monroe and I, I told her it didn't concern them. Once the bread and fruit was sliced I asked her what she and Patrick were going to do now that the town knows they helped me escape from Andrew, who was most likely looking for us.
"The night you opened up to us we knew things were changing and I've never been to America, so we wanted to see what you thought about us going home with you. All of us, Ma too."
"There's a war going on . . . America isn't the prettiest thing right now. It's not that I don't want you to come-"
"You don't want to loose us." She finished my sentence with understanding. "The way I see it love, everything happens for a reason, even death. And I don't believe I would have ever seen you again with out the passing of your loved ones. I love you darlin and I would really like your blessin on us going home with ya, because were goin with or without it." Her voice wavered here and there as tears filled her blue eyes. I sat my knife down and hugged her.
"Of course I want you to come Rosa, just don't leave me, okay?"
"I can't promise that baby." This time she held me. We held each other as the weight of our words grabbed a hold of us. Shannon walked in the kitchen to see how dinner was faring and stared to get after us for crying.
"Nah ah, knock that crap off right now. Today is a happy day!" Rose and I both looked at Shannon as she wiggled a wooden spoon at us and burst out laughing. Shaking my head I picked my knife back up and started cutting the apples once more, getting lost in my thoughts of how things are changing, for the better.