Heather felt her head begin to spin as the smell of fresh apples and lilies filled her nose with ever cleansing breath she took. She felt the comfort of a shudder rush through her as she began to hum, letting the vibrations fill throughout her whole body. Her hearing seemed to have come in waves in tune to her hums, instantly relaxing her. Once again she began to focus on the smells around her living room as the fresh and clean aromas did their work.
She felt the magic start to flow inside of her, like water just slowly washing in and out of the shore. With every cleansing wave it seemed to restore her and fill her with energy.
The cooling rush moved slowly throughout her body, almost making her intoxicated with its existence inside of her. Just as she thought that she could sit through this feeling forever, a knock came at her door, making Heather open her eyes and the magic die out of her.
A female voice came through the door, "Is anyone home?"
"Joy, what are you doing here?" Heather opened the door to see the medium standing nervously at her door.
"It was urgent, Heather" Joy looked around nervously, "I can't stay for very long"
Joy reached out and gripped Heather's hand, "I did something terrible"
"Do you want to come inside?" Heather asked, "I can make you some tea and you can stay for a while"
"I can't stay for too long. Someone asked for my help and I sent them over to Ms. Gilchrist" Joy said in a rushed whisper.
"Ms. Gilchrist? The blood witch?" Heather asked. "What made you-"
"I've been to that house before when I was supposed to do an exorcism. But I stopped when I realized that I was putting to death an innocent ghost" Joy cut her off.
Heather studied the older woman in front of her and noticed how this wasn't how she had first met Joy at all. She was always filled with life and wisdom, now she looked just as paranoid as her clients are when she approaches the medium. Heather has heard tales of Ms. Gilchrist but the only thing witches and mediums alike say to her is 'stay away'. She's never been interested in the works of blood magic but she has heard that only the ones with foul intentions practice those types of work.
"He wanted to bring his friend back from the dead" Joy said in a low whisper, sending chills all over her body. Now this time, it was Heather's turn as she looked up and down the streets for anything suspicious. The dead should stay dead, no matter how they ended up there.
"He was so desperate to finding his friend that I had to"
Heather could see the fear rising inside of her good friend. She wondered what would happen to Joy now that she had turned the man over to the blood witch.
She could just hear the other witches and mediums chewing the old lady out as if she was a ten year old girl. Heather wouldn't be able to stand up for her against those many people; she was one of the newest members of the coven.
Heather then moved to speak but then something stopped her from asking that question. Why did Joy come to Heather when she wouldn't be able to do anything?
"I had to, Heather, I was only trying to help" Joy looked for an excuse.
"You don't need to apologize to me" Heather told the woman, "But why did you come to me?"
"Because I tried to get a reading on what is about to happen. My visions are telling me that you are about to join their path" Joy responded.
"Me? What am I going to do?" Heather questioned.
"My visions are never that descriptive" Joy said hastily as she thrust what seems to be a pearl necklace into Heather's hands, "I've already said too much, but you must be careful and wear this at all times"