Infinity: The Witch's Granddaughter

Passion

***Cassandra's POV***

When the dust settles, you’ll see the path.

My mom used to tell me that.

But I can never see her again.

The last time I heard her say that to me was before I left to follow my heart.

Before my heart betrayed me.

Before I learned that the love of my life would never want me the same way.

146 years ago.

And now, I’m back in this hellhole.

Back to where it all began.

And I won’t put another girl in this position again.

I’d rather die than let another girl suffer as I did.

It would kill them.

I have no idea that it hasn't even killed me yet.

But nobody deserves that… It’s a fate worse than death.

But death would be no punishment.

In this case, it would be like a kindness.

And death is what awaits the next chosen one that is destined to take my place.

The means The Lord of the Stars took to send me here again have taken me to a place I have never seen before.

But then again, I haven’t been here in at least half a century.

From what I remember of this world, it never stands still.

I started moving out of the shadows, but my body didn’t respond, because even though my eyes hadn’t registered it yet, my soul started burning.

When I turned left, I saw her.

She looked like she hadn't aged a day, but it’s impossible.

I saw her die too.

She can’t be here.

This time, without my consent, my body started moving towards her.

And when our eyes locked, the world stood still.

I couldn’t breathe and my knees gave out.

Shit!

I couldn’t believe I would pass out on the sidewalk like this, after seeing her.

When everything went dark, I found myself among the previous Stars.

For a second, I thought this would be my judgment.

But no, they looked compassionate.

And there she was.

Myrtle.

Surrounded by her light, pure and bright, I just couldn’t look at her, so I closed my eyes and allowed myself to bask in her light one last time before I forced myself back into my body and opened my eyes.

And there she was.

This girl was kneeling next to me, holding my head in her arms, making sure I wasn’t hurt.

When my eyes fully opened and I saw her face, she was smiling.

The most amazing smile in the world.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” She said, with a thick Southern accent that felt so familiar.

“Yes, I am. Thank you.”

It was my job to find her, protect her, and show her the true path she has to follow.

And here she was, protecting me, making sure I was alright.

She was too pure for this path.

I have to act soon, but not right now.

I indulged myself and kept eye contact for a moment longer, before shifting my position and trying to get up, but my legs failed me.

“Ma’am, I think I should take you to the hospital.” The worry in her voice broke down the walls around my heart.

“No, child, I’m alright. I just need to rest,” I lied.

“Can I walk you home?”

“No, I’m afraid I don’t have one here. I was just passing through town and must’ve worn myself out.” I tried to fake a smile.

But my face moved on its own.

I had forgotten what a real smile feels like.

“Well, in that case, you can come with me. I’m sure our couch would be much better than what you can find around these parts of town.”

“Oh, no, you don’t need to trouble yourself with me”

“Nonsense. It’s no trouble at all. Come on.” She said, as she got up, dusted herself, and bent down to get me back on my feet.

For one, I love being here during the day, so that Nyx, that suspicious b***h, won’t spy on me, but the problem is, only at night do I actually have my power at full capacity.

We slowly went to her car, while I was experiencing the mother of all headaches.

Fucking summer.

Why now, of all seasons, was I to be sent here?

The trip to her home was silent, but a comfortable silence, at that.

When we got there, an older woman was waiting for her at the front door.

Seeing her was like seeing Myrtle in flesh and bone.

What in the world was going on with this family?

This young girl looks like Myrtle’s daughter.

And the older one looks like Myrtle.

How can this be?

I would keep my curiosity silent while trying to make friends with them.

The older woman invited me in like a fool.

And we had lunch there.

Strangest thing ever.

I’ve forgotten that time here and time in the Land of the Stars isn’t in sync.

After lunch, the old woman took out the photo album and started to show me pictures of her family.

The first few dozen pictures were of Jennifer, the young girl, but as she moved past her generation and onto the older ones, I saw her family tree and things got stranger by the minute.

Until I saw it.

A photo of Myrtle.

It had to be her.

But the man next to her looked nothing like the husband she had when I met her.

“And this, this is a picture of my great grandmother and her husband, Janice, and Tom.”

So it must be just a one in a hundred million coincidence, then.

But when she turned the page, I saw them.

I recognized them.

Myrtle, and that no-good-son-of-a-b***h husband of hers, Jack.

“And here’s her sister. They were twins. Janice was younger by a full three minutes.”

This must be it.

My world came crashing down.

This is her family.

I can’t put her family through this.

But my heart couldn’t bear to hurt her family.

I couldn’t end her bloodline like that.

Not after all that has happened.

The headache got stronger and stronger until finally, my body, combined with the freakin’ sunlight’s magical cancellation properties, got the best of me and I felt myself go limp again.

This time, before anyone could pull me in, I ran and hid in my palace.

Palace was a loosely used word.

Only the High Priestess inherits the actual Spirit Palace.

The rest of the Priestesses can manifest their hearts’ most beloved rooms, to call their own, outside of space and time, outside of reach, and available at a moment’s notice.

It looks the same as it did all those years ago.

The time I met Myrtle.

She was a family friend.

My grandmother treasured her immensely as if they were sisters.

She was awfully well-kept for a woman of her age, wearing a sort of timeless beauty that everyone fell in love with.

Her wild ginger locks were always kept at bay by tying them up tightly in a bun on her head.

She had that strange air about her that made me want to linger around her presence at all times.

And those beautiful brown eyes would shine like the midnight sky.

I fell in love with her before I even knew what love was.

She had a daughter that was much older than me and a son around my age if I remember correctly.

If I focused hard enough, I could still see that night replaying in my head.

Her husband came to an agreement with my father, to give my hand in marriage to his son.

I heard them from the other room, where I greedily spied on most of my father’s conversations.

I heard him agree without missing a beat.

I ran to my room and cried.

Heartbreaking sobs that seem from another lifetime ago.

Myrtle came to me and comforted me as a mother would.

And then, she told me she could stop it, she could take me away and give me my freedom.

So I kissed her.

She responded to my kiss by grabbing one of my breasts, which made me gasp.

She took that chance to sneak her tongue past my lips and our tongues danced in the most erotic way I could have imagined.

Her left hand was still cupping my right breast, but she moved her right hand down my waist, past my legs, and right between the folds of my dress.

She found my weakest spot and began massaging.

I didn’t know what was happening to me, but I enjoyed every moment of it.

The world around us was gone.

I wished I could stay in that moment forever.

But then she moved her fingers and went in.

I felt myself getting wetter and wetter, every fiber of my body was begging for release.

She pulled her mouth away from mine and placed hers onto my neck, where she nibbled and licked like an expert.

When she began to trail kisses on my neck, then lower, on my collar bone, then lower, onto my left breast, I felt my body being wound up tighter and tighter.

When she bit my left n****e, I felt an explosion inside of me.

I saw patches of black, then I felt my body getting lighter and lighter.

Then nothing.

That same night, I woke up and she was lying down on my bed, next to me, looking at the ceiling, but her beautiful brown eyes were now silver, and she was murmuring in a language unknown to mankind.

When she finally noticed I woke up, she looked into my eyes and told me she loved me.

Then, she told me to pretend that I went along with her husband’s plan until I got out of there.

And I did as I was told.

No later than the next day, my things were put in a chest and we were riding in a car together, to her house.

The rest of that day was spent planning the so-called wedding, then at night, her husband got drunk and slept in a different room, and she snuck up to my room, where she made love to me until I fell asleep from exhaustion, again.

That night, I had the dream where I saw them calling upon The Lord of the Stars, and in the morning, when I woke up, I saw both Myrtle and her daughter shot to death in the backyard.

One of the maids later told me that Jack woke up from his drunken sleep, furious, caught Myrtle in the hallway - probably going back to her room, from mine - and shot her. When the daughter came out of the room to see what was going on and started screaming at her father, he shot her too.

Now, the two of them were going to be buried in the backyard, where all the family members from his side had been buried for generations.

I wandered around the manor for hours, feeling empty, until a guest came by.

The one and only Lord of the Stars.

He took me by the hand and gave me hope.

But I was still empty.

After I discovered my fate, I found out who Myrtle really was, but that didn’t change the fact that she was murdered.

And after more studying, I found out that Myrtle would have died soon either way, as I was already eighteen at the time, and she found her successor.

But her death was too brutal.

And that would be something I could never live with, nor could I ever make someone else live with.

Especially not Myrtle's bloodline.

But ending her bloodline now means I will never get another chance like this.

This.

This moment.

It was time to make a decision.

I would strike again, right at the cusp of sunrise, at the moment Nyx's annoying eyes could no longer see me, but right before the sun would take away my power, again.