Freedom Caster
Written By: Danielle Myre
This is only a rough draft. Please leave comments or suggestions if you would like. Thanks!
~Danielle
Chapter 5
“What are you talking about?”
Karah says through tight lips.
I
sigh and shake my head. Sashi what are
you doing? I’m sorry Lily but I can’t lie to her. For some reason I just
can’t. I need to tell her. You can tell
her about your vampire and witch blood but don’t tell her about you being a
wolf. She will have to tell them if
you do. Werewolves don’t rule the vampires. She will have no reason to say
anything about a half vampire half witch. You trust her though you said. I
picture Lily in my head and she looks sad. You
know why Sashi. Because of the laws. Stupid werewolf laws.
I sigh inwardly
and Lily nuzzles my hand. Whenever I focus on Lily it’s like she’s outside by
body and we are having a conversation like any two people. Granted the
conversation is with a huge wolf and not a human, but I can communicate with
her like she is. I am her and she is me but we also separate. I have my own
thinking and she has her own. I control my body though. Lily can’t control my
actions. Unless you change into wolf
form. If I was able to change into wolf from Lily would have control of our
body. But since I can’t shift it doesn’t matter. Lily sighs and walks away from
me.
“Sorry Lily,” I
whisper to her in my head. She wants to be able to take over and run. She is a
wild animal by nature and she can’t do anything about it. If I was able to I’d
shift so she could have her fun and show me what she is like when she is in
control but I can’t.
“Sashi?” Karah’s
voice startles me.
“I was born part
vampire and part witch,” I tell Karah. Her eyes widen and I sense her inhaling
my scent. Her face looks confused. “Because I’m so different I smell human. I
don’t know why but I do. Do you have a nail file?” She nods and grabs her purse
and a make-up bag. She hands me a metal nail file and I smile. Metal is easier
to manipulate.
I close eyes and
focus on the blade. Breathing deeply I touch the blade with my finger tips and
feel the blade warm under my touch. “Grow and sharpen,” I tell the blade. The
blade moves and becomes sharp. Karah gasps.
When I open my
eyes Karah is crying. I reach out to touch her but hesitate. Why is she crying?
“There shouldn’t be any of your kind left!” she gasps. “Oh dear goodness. How
have you stayed hidden from the world?”
“What are you
talking about?” I mumble.
“You are a
freedom caster! Sashi, the supernatural world has made your kind extinct. I
didn’t think there were any of you left.”
“Huh? I’m a
what?” I shake my head.
“Oh dearness,”
Karah reaches across the car and pulls me into an embrace. I stiffen. “You have
no idea what you are. Where have you been living? What about your parents?
Didn’t they tell you anything?”
“Can you explain
what a freedom caster is first?”
Karah pulls away
from me and wipes her tears. She smiles and then her face crumples and
confusion. “But you said you were part vampire too. That’s not possible.
Vampires don’t hold any magic in their bodies. They can’t hold magic in their
bodies.” She shakes her head.
Time for the
nail file turned dagger. I hold it up to her and run the sharp edge against my
wrist. The blade cuts into my flesh. She gasps and grabs my wrist, but the
wound closes up in seconds. She stares at the completely healed spot in wonder.
I do it one more time and she watches the wound heal instantly again. Then she
shakes her head again. “Vampires don’t heal that fast.”
I can’t help it.
I let out a laugh. “Well, I guess I’m a mutant.” She looks at me horrified for
a second before she starts laughing. It feels good. I wonder if this is how a
mother is supposed to be. A good mother anyway.
After we stop
laughing Karah reaches inside her purse and grabs a tissue. She hands it to me.
“You might want to wipe the blood up so it doesn’t get on your clothes.” I look
down at the few drops of blood remaining on my healed skin.
“Oh no,” I
groan. A hunger hits me so bad I need to gasp for air to breathe. I was so
angry at Rich that I forgot to feed. Let alone eat human food. I’m so hungry. I
grab my throat and struggle against my seat belt. “My bag. Blood!” I rasp.
Karah understands and flies out of the car to her trunk. In a few seconds she
is back in the driver’s seat and opening my garbage bag. She hands me all the
blood bags inside and I tear into the first one and slurp it all up. The second
one meets the same fate, but by the third I can sip it slowly. I sigh happily.
“What was that?”
Karah asks with worry.
“I haven’t had
blood for almost two weeks. I don’t need blood every other day like a real
vampire but I do need it at least once a week or I feel weak and get so hungry
I can’t bare it. But I’m better now.”
“You are one
unique young woman Sashi,” Karah smiles.
“I’m not that
young. I’m 24 even though I look 17 or 18 years old.” I giggle, high on the
blood.
“Oh dear,” Karah
laughs, “You are young. I may look like I’m in my 30’s but I promise you that
I’m older than you could guess.”
“Around 300
right? Or 350?” Karah gasps. I smile at her. “I know lots of werewolves.”
Karah’s face fills with questions. Crap! I shouldn’t have said that I know a
lot of werewolves. I get ready for her to ask me how but she doesn’t and I feel
relief fills me.
Karah and I get
back on the road and drive for several hours. We stop by a fast food place and
get some food to tide us over until we get to her home. She gasps and laughs
when I order several burgers and some chicken sandwiches and enough French
fries and onion rings to feed a football team. Her order almost mirror’s mine
and I laugh. The teenager at the drive up window is within seconds of fainting
as he passes us 12 bags of food and 6 extra large milkshakes.
The sun starts
to rise just as we reach a sign that says, “Welcome to Gold Point!” My stomach
clenches with raw nervousness. Karah notices my discomfort and reaches across
the car and squeezes my shoulder. She tells me it will be okay and everyone
will love me. I trust her but I have not had very good luck with a community of
werewolves.
This place will be different Sashi. I
smile and close my eyes and see Lily sitting next to my side with her tail
wagging. I haven’t seen her this excited since my dad was alive. A sadness hits
me when I think of my dad. Don’t be sad.
I know he would be proud of you Sashi. All he ever wanted was for you to be
happy. This is all he has ever wanted for you. I nod at Lily and bend down
and squeeze her. She playfully licks my ear and makes me giggle.
