Alpha's Hybrib

Bonus 3

This is all made up; please don't hold anything against me.

Aunt Sherry’s P.O.V

I was sitting down on one of the sofa chairs that was facing away from the bookshelf that is in the living room. I hear a crack come from behind me, and I have a feeling I know what made that sound, so I turn around to look at the bookshelf where the taupe striped vase is sitting. I get up and walk over to check out the vase just to see if my suspicions aren’t true. I grab the step-stool that Ryder put in the middle of the two bookshelves, and put it right in front of where the vase is. If my suspicions are right then I have to tell the kids the truth about their parents.

Mainly their dad, that they pretty much know nothing about to begin with, but I knew what I was getting myself into when I moved us out here. I just had to have that dream about their mom, didn’t I? She told me that it was time to face one of the most scariest things that I’ll have to face in the longest time in the time I’ve raised her kids. When I get up on the step that will give me a good view of the vase I stop, and I take the vase into my hands but really carefully.

There is a really important reason that we have to be really really careful with this vase, and that reason is because it has a spell casted on it. The spell is binding something or things to it, and if it breaks than the spell is broken. I don’t want to know what will happen if that happens; the spell was put by mainly me and my sister, but we had a little help by the local witches that were willing to help us.

Suddenly there was a ring and a knock at the door, and I just about drop the vase. Now I know how Ryder felt the first day we moved into the house when I jumped on to the stairs and screamed.

Zander comes downstairs heading towards the front door, sees me holding the vase then says, “Wow Aunt Sherry what did you do to the vase? It looks like you lightly tapped it on an edge of something. There is this big crack in the middle of it.”

I look at him shocked and turn the vase around; I can feel my face turn white, but I can also see it in the reflection of the vase. Then Zander stops in his tracks when he sees this, and asks me, “Auntie what’s wrong? And don’t tell me it’s nothing cause I know it’s something.”

I shake my head not trying to hide anything at this moment, but this is not the right moment to tell him. His sister isn’t even here, which is the one that has done this to the vase, and this is bad if the crack becomes even worse before she comes home. I sigh, get down from the stool, put the vase down on the coffee table knowing what caused the crack on the vase, and look at Zander. “Zander call your sister and tells her to come home immediately, it’s time we have that talk. Oh, and tell your friend at the door to stop listening in to us, and that he can come by tomorrow to hangout. Sorry.”

Zander looks at me like he sometimes does when I know something that I probably shouldn’t since I don’t exactly have the mother-instinct, but then he realizes that I know that kind of friend that his friend his because I most likely use a type of seeing magic that I only know out of the three of us.

Zander stands up straight, and heads to the door to let his new friend. I hear him, but not quite clearly. He said something about hanging-out tomorrow, and that he's sorry that he can’t do it today. After he shut the door, he pulled out his phone, and called Ryder to get her home like I asked. When he called her, it went straight to voice mail which was weird; she always answers the phone even when she is in school.

Zander puts his phone in his back pocket, and closes his eyes. He seems to be trying to get in contact with her through their ‘special power connection’. It takes him a few minutes to get through to her; she must be in some sort of barrier.