Supernaturals

10. They are gone

ANNA

She was yelling. She kept yelling, non-stop.

I couldn't blame her, hell, I didn't want to be in her shopes. Since Hamzak 101 became a thing, her life literally changed.

Before the whole world became what it was today, Mum ran a liquor store. She was quite serious with her business so much that she'd earned quite well. At least enough to be a single mother.

Besides her work, she was a very social woman. She always had friends around and was often at events of people she barely knew. She lived a very active life and was quite a fun person to be around.

Well, not anymore. These days, Mum rarely smiled, or dare I say, laugh. Now, she often has mood swings and a long face. She knew that the survival of the witches was very much at risk and there wasn't much we could do. While we didn't fear werewolves at all, vampires and demons were a pure terror to us.

If either of them knew where we resided, we'd all die. No two ways about it.

“I thought you were smart, I thought you understood how important it is that we never go into any of the cities."

“So we will stay forever?' I asked, wondering how boring it will be for us.

“Anna, aren't you thinking? We don't know anything and that means we can't do anything, how's that so hard for you to grab?" She slammed her hands on my bedside table and it broke.

Purely a result of magic, not her muscles.

“Mum, I know you are pissed and that's alright. . . ."

“I'm pissed? You are acting like this is something light, you don't make use of that brain of yours, do you?'

“I get it, I f*cked up!" I shouted, a little louder than I intended.

Mum turned, walking out, she said, “I hope you do remember this when we lose eight lives.”

That scared me. What if the eight magicians never come back? Would we just lose eight of us like that?

No, I wouldn't allow it. I would go in search of them right now.

I threw some clothes on myself and hurried to Nolan's flat, just behind the big building almost all the witches resided in.

“Are you alright?" Nolan inquired, clearly seeing that I was scared.

“As a matter of fact, I'm not. How can I be? I allowed all of us to go into the city knowing it wasn't safe at all." I sank to the ground, my hands scratching the rugged floor. “What kind of a person am I?”

“An amazing beauty!”

I rolled my eyes at him. “What the f"ck do you mean by that? If I was an ‘amazing' anything, I would have stopped this whole thing."

Nolan placed a hand on my forehead, tenderly rubbing my head. “You put a lot of pressure on yourself, don't you? Look, even if you had been against it, we wouldn't have listened to you. We all wanted more food and supplies and we've raided pretty much everywhere around.”

Tears began to roll down my face. I did my best to not think about them dying but there was nothing I could do.

“Stop crying, I hate to see you this way.”

I completely ignored Nolan. Right now, the last thing I needed was someone babying me around.

Now that I had given it a good thought, searching for them was pointless. If they were in the city, there was nothing we could do. Hell, we barely got ourselves.

There was only one thing I could do. Rather only one thing Mason could do.

I whispered some words underneath my breath and Mason appeared before me.

“Talk about rude, nine-year-old rights too, you know? Can't be transporting me anywhere you like.” Mason said.

Mason was just one big ball of energy of happiness. He could lift any sad mood by just being around.

Seeing that I was serious, he stopped smiling and listened to what I wanted him to do.

Mason, my younger brother, had really unique gifts one of his gifts was connecting to people's energy, human or supernatural. What made it even more cool was that distance wasn't a barrier at all.

He could only do this with people he had met—and touched.

“Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.” He recited. That was no spell, it was just something he always said.

Mason sat, as he curled his legs and began doing his thing.

I was so tense. Whatever Mason would say would either make me really happy, or break me.

“They are all dead." He mumbled.

“Are you sure of what you are saying?” Nolan asked, his hands shaking just like they did whenever he was worried.

“I'm pretty sure, I tried to connect with what Mum calls magical prints, I couldn't. And that's because there is no life fueling it."

“No way," Nolan yelled, “no way this is happening, you have to be wrong.”

Both Nolan and Mason were crying at this point—Nolan crying more.

“Try again." Nolan cried out, between sobs and sniffles.

“I have, they are dead!”

“Try again!”

“Leave him be," I said to Nolan, “Mason's magic has never been wrong in the past, why doubt him now?"

I was stunned to hear my voice, calm and confident. I didn't feel that way at all. I was scared and, even more than that, broken. Hearing Mason say they were no more nearly kicked the life out of me. I felt a huge shock and then it all became clear. We had made a wrong call and now eight people have died. Eight!

“It was those cursed motherf*ckers, no doubt it was them." Nolan wailed.

Mason wiped his tears with the back of his palm. “The zombies must have gotten to them. "

Nolan shook his head. “The zombies couldn't have done it, they were probably together, no way zombies were going to kill all of them.”

“We don't know that," I opposed, “We don't know much, only that they are all dead."

“Well, I do, I know for a fact that the vampires killed them. What proof do you need?”

Perhaps Nolan was right, the vampires killed eight of us. It was more plausible anyway. If they were to die at the hands of the zombies, it wouldn't be all of them and not under a day. They were witches after all.

“Nolan promise me you will work with me as I make sure their deaths aren't for nothing."

Nolan nodded. “I will do anything to make sure that the imbeciles that did this are wiped off the surface of the planet.”

I shook my head in disagreement. “No, not just them. Whoever did this wasn't the worst of them, they are all cruel creatures, we can't allow them to keep living." I stood, making eye contact with both Nolan and Mason, a little more directly now. “They are going to keep doing this, it's their nature, now that I have faced them myself, I realised how out of place they are. We have to kill them all—every f*cking one of them"

I really hated that I had to say such things in the presence of my nine years brother, but this wasn't the world as we used to know it. Everything has changed.

Now talking more to myself than to anyone, I let out, “I won't rest until I kill every vampire that walks this planet, every one of them."

It was a promise—no, it was more than that. It was my life's new purpose. I would keep to it diligently, even if it's all I ever do.