Supernaturals

9. Back at the coven

ANNA

Some feelings never get old, no matter how often we get them, it always feels like it was just the first time. It doesn't have to be something big or expensive.

It could just be the inner warmth we get when we have a cup of hot coffee in our hands or the joy of hearing the voices of friends and family.

For me, it was the first ten or fifteen minutes of the day. I can't say if it's because I wake very early in the morning or that it was always silent. I felt it was more because I had just woken up.

The slight feeling of weakness, dizziness and sleepiness always felt good to me. It was a weird feeling but I had been this way since I was little.

I looked at the stopwatch and it was eleven minutes past six. For me, this was waking up late. I guess I was tired from all the walking we did—not to mention the last day was very stressful.

We arrived at the Haven (where the witches stayed) at nearly midnight. My Mum, as well as pretty much every witch, was happy to see us. The only issue was that we weren't complete; twelve people left, four came back.

We didn't know where the remaining eight were so we would probably head out to search for them.

Or not. Mum might not allow us.

As I mustered enough strength to brush my teeth and have a bath that was quicker than most women would. Coming out of the bathroom, for some reason, my mind started thinking about s*x. Not about having it, but the s****l experiences I have had already.

I had been with only four guys. I don't know whether that figure was high or not for a twenty-three-year-old girl.

The first was with Scott Anderson. He was captain of the school football team back then in high school. He was kinda cute—that was pretty much all the qualities Scott had—and I was sixteen, so I had a crush on him. Being that I was pretty, he liked me too but we never really interacted with each other because I was all about my studies and he had only two or three brains in total.

He had invited me to his house to come have fun with him. By the heavens, I didn't know what he meant by fun but also, I wasn't too concerned. A cute guy had invited me over, you could bet your ass that I'd be there.

When I got to his house, I regretted coming five minutes after spending time with him. The guy had no personality, he hadn't seen many insanely popular movies and the ones had seen, he had nothing to say about. His taste in music was so—sorry, he didn't have taste in anything whatsoever.

He couldn't keep a conversation for one minute without making me cringe from how st*pid he sounded.

But apparently, he had certain things he was good at. You know, like putting his hands under girls skirts without any warning. When he did that to me, I was kinda offended, being that I had never hadn't even shared with anyone then. But I was sixteen and stupid so I didn't protest.

He went on to start kissing me and I just let him because. . .why not? A few moments later, he put on a condom and started thrusting into me. It was fun, at least, for the thirty seconds it lasted.

From that day, I avoided Scott because I realised that he was just a guy with a d*ck. And that day, he treated me as a just ‘body', not necessarily because he was bad or anything, but that he was all about s*x, though he wasn't good at it.

So much for my first experience.

The next two guys I had been with were guys I dated for a while. If I was being honest, my s*x life with them had been alright-ish. Also, in both cases, the relationships ended peacefully, and with no bad blood between either party.

Now onto the next. The fourth guy I had been with was a complete stranger. I didn't know his last name but his first name was Diego. We met at a bar one night about two years ago. I had travelled to see a friend of mine but she had exhausting business time so I was mostly alone for the week I spent there.

The night we met, I had gone to the bar to have ‘just one beer'—I ended up having three. I recall vividly when he walked into the bar. He was insanely handsome. His beards were very well trimmed and his clothes were a perfect fit. His body was a little lean but he definitely spent a crazy amount of time in the gym. No one needed to tell me.

I was never one of those girls who desired the attention of men. If anything, I preferred it when I was invincible. I could do whatever I wanted with no set of eyes watching my every move.

That is, besides that day of course. That day at the bar, I literally prayed that he would set those sky blue eyes on me. And he did.

He came to where I sat and began to speak with me. It was clear that my prayers were answered quickly. He was a traveller and would leave the town the next morning. He told me how he had enjoyed the eleven days had spent in the town, and we went on to discuss many other topics, sport and work ethic in particular.

After what turned out to be two hours, we decided to leave the bar.

He, being a gentleman, drove me to my friend's house (where I was staying). As I left his car and he started his car about to leave, I don't know what came over me but I guess my hormones were really energised that night. I had leaned through the window and said, “You know, you can come f*ck me if you want."

Yes, Anna Towadise said that! I said it and even to this day, I wasn't sure I wouldn't still say the same if I saw that hottie again.

I couldn't believe myself and even up to this day, I choose to blame it on the three bottles of beer I took at the bar. I was definitely sober enough to know that the drink didn't make me say that. I wanted to.

Diego had ‘sheepishly' followed me into the house that day and the fun began. Everything about that night was wonderful and definitely an experience I could never forget. The only sad part was that when I woke, he had gone. No note, nothing.

To this day, I think about that night. Sometimes, I try to recall how I felt when he was inside me. From the passionate kissing to the ‘foreplay' and then to the real thing—it was beyond amazing.

“What are you thinking about?” My little brother, Mason, said as he jumped on my bed.

“Uhm, I was thinking about you. . .why are you awake so early?”

A frown came on his face for a moment, then he pushed it away.

“Is something wrong? You know you can tell me anything.”

Mason drew closer to me, holding on to a pillow. “I had a bad dream, it was unusually scary."

“What was it about?'

“I was being pursued by a giant owl, it was terrifying."

I pretended to be shaking and I hugged a little. “I can't blame you, I'm already super shaky just by hearing it.”

Mason was my only sibling. He was many things to me; a friend, a game buddy, a brother, and most of all, my partner in crime. He was fourteen years younger than me, and in a way, that made me cherish him more because I had lived a large part of my life without a sibling.

“Mum was worried, you guys stayed more than the usual five to nine hours. What happened?”

I played with his ear a little, making him giggle from the tickles it gave him. “A lot happened, a whole lot."

“Tell me everything."

Where would I start from? That zombies almost killed us? Or that a vampire wanted me to give him a blow. . .?

“Tell me everything., Mason said again, making certain that I heard him this time.

“I saw a monster, actually I saw two."

Mason's eyes widened. “Did the monsters hurt you?"

“No, but one wanted to, he wanted to, um, you know what vampires do?”

He smiled widely. “Mum always says vampires kill witches easily, but she was wrong. My sister is a vampire slayer!”

Wait. . .I never said that. This boy was ridiculously proud of me.

“Hate to break it to you but I didn't kill any vampire. I couldn't even protect myself from them."

“That's so not true, I have seen you set zombies ablaze, everyone says you're powerful.”

How the f*ck would I explain to a nine-year-old that vampires were nothing like vampires.

“Mason, I was saved by another vampire, he came to my rescue like he was some superhero.”

“Was he?”

“Fishes don't fly, vampires don't save people.”

I think I made Mason quite confused after saying that. Well, it was fine. I was also confused.

Mason disturbed me for more and I ended up telling him everything that happened, and as usual, he listened attentively.

“Now I don't know how to tell Mum that eight of us are missing, probably. . ."—I remembered I was speaking with a nine-year-old so I switched the topic—“what have you been doing?”

As Mason and I conversed, Mum walked in, her face heavy due to lack of sleep.

“Mason, leave here, I will come for you when Mum is done talking to me., '' I said to Mason, who reluctantly left.

“I can explain what happened and why it happened."

“I'm hoping you can." Mum voiced, anger clearly making her words emotionless.