Witch (The Devil's Roses #4)

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“Would you care for a snack perhaps?”

Sam shot his eyes up at Hamish who pointed down the hall.

Giselle nodded, “I am hungry.”

Aimee looked at Sam menacingly, but spoke to Hamish, “What kind of snack?”

Hamish looked confusedly at Sam, “Well she only really eats one thing young sir, obviously a bloody one.”

Aimee turned to him, “Where does she get her snacks from?”

Giselle put a perfectly manicured hand up, “Hamish I like my blood by the bag.”

Hamish choked, “What?”

Aimee looked furious, “Do you keep people here?”

Hamish reddened slightly, “We keep all blood types on tap. It’s how Master preferred it in all his homes.”

Sam felt his nose wrinkle, “Where do you keep them?”

Giselle looked confused, “On tap?”

Aimee shook her head, “Nothing. I will take care of it. Me and Hamish will go together to get you a snack.”

Sam stepped away from Giselle and grabbed Aimee’s hand quickly, “Maybe me and Hamish should get the snacks Aims.” He noticed the relieved look on the poor old man’s face.

Aimee looked wickedly evil, as she spoke through pressed lips like a ventriloquist, “Fine.”

Sam took the older man’s arm and rushed away quickly.

“By the gods what is she?”

Sam smirked, “Death Hamish. She is death.”

Chapter Seventeen

Ophelia

“You’re mother is the witch. She is the oldest human, ever. Her and Adam were created together, equally. God made them in his image, in the image of the angels.”

Ophelia shook her head, “Where is Sam? He smells nice?”

Lydia put a hand over her eyes, “Ophelia you must focus. Sam is not of importance. Please.”

Ophelia couldn’t help but feel the fog around her brain. Everything was a mistake. The people around her were a dream. She remembered Jake suddenly and shot up from her seat, “Jake, where is he?”

Lydia looked at the dark haired girl, who smiled at her. “Ophelia we took him home remember. He needed to go home. We had someone wipe his memory. He would be in danger if we let him remain here. Mortals aren’t safe here. Not to mention the love spell you put on him.”

She gasped, “What? I don’t know what you're talking about.”

Lydia smiled, “Honey did you wish for him to love you?”

Ophelia blushed and nodded.

“How often?”

She looked down at her fingers. She tried to not feel the embarrassment that was overwhelming her.

Lydia chuckled, “As we expected dear. When a witch wishes for the same thing over and over it becomes a spell. He was under your spell. Everyone in your little town was under your spell. From the moment your magic woke up you became a threat to their freewill.”

Ophelia reached her limit, “Look I need some sleep. Can I go home now please?” She felt humiliated and exhausted. She wanted Abbey and her own bed.

She caught a look shoot across Lydia’s eyes, as she glanced at the dark haired girl.

The dark haired girl spoke again, “You can stay here. We have a room for you.”

She felt like a snake caught in a charm. She didn’t know the people in the room well enough to lose it, so she held her emotions. She just wanted out. She wanted to go home. The walls started to close in around her. She felt herself panicking. She rubbed her hands on her thighs.

“Do you want me to show you to your room?”

She shook her head, “I want to go home. I want to go now.”

Annabelle was beside her suddenly, “Child you be having a hard time understanding everything that we be saying. But you needs to understand that we’s only be trying to help. What more do you need? I’s a ghost, the vampires were in the yard, you done magic right out there. Thems seems like pretty overwhelming things but if you think about it, they’s just the proof you need.”

She couldn’t help but see it. Annabelle was right. The proof was there but her brain couldn’t possibly see the forest for the trees.

She shook her head, “I need to go home. I need to find my sister.”

Suddenly the room grew hot. She shook her head fighting for sanity.

The blue light began to glow around her. She pulled away from them but they circled her and pulled in tight around her. She could feel the warmth of their light upon her face, as she felt herself grow still. The lights took away everything.

Everything went blue, matching the light of the beings around her. She felt the floor hitting her face, as everything changed to black.

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‘Ophelia don’t wake. Don’t open your eyes. Let this be a dream my love. Let my voice be part of your sleep. Your father has discovered you my child. You must trust Lydia and Annabelle to help you. Everything depends upon you. You and your brother.”

She felt the words against her skin, as if they manipulated the breeze around her.

The voice had been sweet like an angel’s and the words had caressed her as a mother would. She knew she had heard the voice before somewhere. She couldn’t let it be a dream. It was freaking her out.

She opened one eye and glanced around the room. The darkness was the first thing she noticed. Compared to the six tiny lights that sat in the corner of the room, it seemed pitch black.

She didn’t fear the lights suddenly. Something about them made her feel safe.

“What are you?” She whispered in to the darkness.

‘Your sisters’

She frowned, “No Abbey is my sister.”

‘We are your sisters. We have the same mother and father. Each of us has waited for you Ophelia.’

She shook her head, “Who is our mother exactly? Can you guys just answer questions without having to run out the room every five seconds.”

‘Lillith, she is Lillith. She is the beauty and the grace of God. She was the first woman. She was born of God the same as Adam. God made her free as he did Adam. She saw Adam as her brother. The angels told her to seek out the Stag, the king of the Elves. She had wandered into the sacred garden looking for the Stag but Adam had been watching her. God had told him he would receive a mate. He assumed Lillith was his mate. He tried to convince her of his notions but she dismissed him, perhaps cruelly. He forced himself upon her in the forest. In the moment of anger, pain and humiliation she called upon the magic she felt in the sacred garden. She pulled the magic into her and let it fill her. She used it to curse Adam with endless suffering and pain. She did not know the scope of the suffering she would cast upon him. Realizing what he had done to her, Adam left the sacred garden, never to return again. He believed the land was cursed. Lillith was destroyed. When the Stag came he refused her, as she was with child. She stayed in the garden alone and gave birth to the Fae. She gave birth to the first of them in that garden. Part of her and Adam was in the triplets but so was the magic. They could change themselves into anything they saw. One mated with a bear and one with an elf and one with a wolf. She lived in the sacred garden with her children and their children for centuries, until our father fell and stole her from the garden. There was a prophecy written when the angels fell that the children of Lillith would save the world. Only the children of Lillith could lift the curse she had placed upon them. The fallen believed that meant saving the world from God but Lucifer and the good angels believed it would be from the curse Lillith placed upon Adam. Suffering would end as would strife and pain. The seven deadly sins would cease to exist as would war and hate. Revelations speaks of a world free from death. After the Armageddon the world would become heaven. Heaven on Earth. The fallen wouldn’t survive such a scenario.”

Stunned and confused, Ophelia sat numb. “This is nuts. How do I fit into this?”

“The prophecy was specific. The children who would save the earth would be twins. One would be sacrificed to give the other strength. Because of her hate for men most believe the daughters of Lillith will free her from the evil clutches of our father. That is why he has sacrificed each of us.”

Ophelia watched the six balls of light, “What are you?”

“We are the remaining magic. Each of Lillith’s children has magic in their soul, as do their offspring. When one of Lillith’s children is killed the magic remains. We were killed so that our magic would remain.”

“How long have you been dead?” The question frightened her. How long had they waited for her to be born.

“I am the eldest. I am over one thousand years old.”

“I am the youngest and only forty seven years old.”

She blinked at their answers. None of it was fathomable, but then nothing about her week was.

“Where is my brother then?”

“He is with our father.”

She frowned, “Our evil fallen angel father? So is he bad?”

The balls of light floated toward her and took shape, each looking more and more like her. One smiled at her and moved like it spoke, “No. We have been with him since his infancy.”

Ophelia frowned at the ghost, “Why didn’t you come to me? Why have you waited until now?”

“We couldn’t find you. We feared you were lost or held captive somewhere. If you had died you would have joined us but you never. We never gave up hope that you were still alive. We feared you were held by magic so your soul could not be free as ours is.”

Ophelia felt a tear slip down her cheeks.

“How did you die?” She asked.

“Our father had us murdered at birth to stop us from ever ending the curse.”

“How is it you have aged?”

“We haven’t aged, we choose how we look. We look like Mother."

Nothing surprised her any more but that did make her sick. She felt dirty to be born of a man so evil as to have her siblings murdered.

She sighed and lie back down on the bed, “I just don’t understand how you never knew where I was.”

“Miss Ophelia you had a guard around your house. The witch who your father forced to kill your sisters, she put you somewhere safe. She died to save you.”