*Vienna's P.O.V.*
I followed the officer into a car, a police car and they took me to the station, sat me on a chair infront a desk and the same officer that approached me sat infront of me.
“I’m Officer Gibson, can you tell me your name?”
“Vienna Harp”
He typed in a computer and looked up some data. I don’t know what he expects to find, probably many names, in fairness, I don’t have any criminal record whatsoever.
“How about your real name?” he said calmly well shit.
“Vienna O’brien” I guess, telling my real name won’t hurt.
“Fake IDs huh? Anyway, tell me about what you saw.”
“It was a man, he was tall, taller than you, he was lean, from what I can see though cause I was in an angle behind him.”
“Did you see his face?”
“I did.”
“Describe it.”
“You won’t believe me if I describe him.”
“Just do it, I won’t judge you.”
“He’s got a tattoo on his forehead, red eyes and-“
“Fangs” he finished for me. I looked at him surprised and curious at the same time. “You can safely say , vampire, deceiver witch.” My eyes widened at that.
“What are you?” I exclaimed mortified.
“Oh, considering that I know what you are, I was hoping you’d know what I am” he said cooly.
“A hunter witch.”
“Why? Never seen one in person?”
“No.” I mean, I don’t need to necessarily know, cause I ain’t trusting nobody.
“Well, you just ran into the finest one” what? The nerve of this!
“Not that I care, but are there a lot of vampires here in London?”
“Lower your voice. Yes, I believe they have a metropolysis underground somewhere. They’ve been feeding off passerbys and all. I mean, there had been gangs of them.”
“Well that’s shitty, I don’t wanna be caught up in the middle of something like that, I’m trying to lay low here, I’m a peaceful witch.”
“That’s good, but right now, I can get a little help from you.”
“Okay, I’ll try.”
“Here, call me or go to my place if needed be.” He said handing me a card.
“I thought I’m supposed to be the one giving you my number?” I mean yeah, he said he need my help, not the other way around. He smiled and showed me a piece of paper with my number and address on it, written in a messy handwriting.
“That’s the reason why I’m a cop.”
Oh well, I stood up and made my way out of the station, it was late morning and I decided to go back to my apartment. I sat in my couch, staring at nothing in particular. I got my notebook and a pencil. I startes sketching in an empty page, as I progressed I realized that I was sketching the scene that I saw in the alley. The vampire’s fangs sinking into the woman’s neck. It was horrible, it’s like I’m back to that moment. I took a picture of my drawing and sent it to officer Gibson, he’s gonna appreciate that, I hope. I decided to go over the books and for some reason, I was drawn to the history related ones. I mean I’ve always thought it’s useless for me, I could care less about what my ancestors do when I can do things my way now.
As I opened the book, which is considerably thick by the way, I admired the handwriting and started reading. It was like reading a story, I mean it is a story.
It started with the Prime witch queen, she’s a master of every element, healing, fighting, hunting and all. But she wasn’t the only one that has power on the old world, there were the shifters, the vampires and the mortals. There was peace back then, humans are scattered here and there in groups or villages. Shifters are mostly in the woods or swamps, depending on what kind of shifters, vampires existed too but there were only few of them, they roam the lands at night, feeding on anything that has blood because they need that to survive, humans are their favorite but shifters, especially werewolves, found favor with the humans because some of their mates are human so they protect humans as best as they could, that’s why they don’t blend in nicely.
Then there was the first family of witches, it was the Prime and her husband who was a herbalist, that’s why potions always have herbs on them, the couple’s union was the reason why making a potion is not only about speaking the right chant, it’s also about making it with the right ingredients.
I snapped my fingers, making a marker fly to me and I highlighted that last part. Of course, the ingredients and the right chants. And Cathy, has those ingredients and a book of procedures! But what if she’s just a normal herbalist and not a witch? It is at this time that I wish I’m a hunter witch. I then went back to reading after that.
It says that this family is mostly peaceful, their offsprings were given gifts by their mother and taught by their father, that’s why witches have specialties and different tattoos. But most of the gifts are given to the eldest, his name was Marco and from him came the royal family of witches.
I was startled when a green mist appeared on my crystal and I immediately answer it, it’s unusual for mom to call, it’s always the other way around. I folded the corner of the page that I was reading, turned to my prime and answered it.
To my surprise it wasn’t my mom, it was a blond haired, purple eyed guy with a tattoo of a spear on his right cheek, AKA officer Gibson.
“What do you want?”
“Wow, I just want to practice my witch communicating skill, cause I don’t use it often, not that I have someone to communicate with this way.”
“It’s working pretty fine, you can turn it off now, I got better things to do.”
“Hold up there, thanks to your drawing, I’ve kind of figured out something.”
“What is it?”
“I’m a hunter witch, I can see a prime and from a prime, I can make out a segun. Nice drawing by the way, made it easier for me. Anyway, I figured out that the guy was Eric Lindway.”
“I could care less about that guy. Don’t waste my time, I’m reading something.”
“There’s more, he lives across your building, at least he’s got a penthouse there.” Now what? I have a vampire neighbor? Oh well, so much for trying to stay away from trouble, this is the first time it came my way.
“What do you want me to do? Be an undercover?”
“Yes, cause we found out something, he got young women, same age as our victim, as workers, household workers and I believe human blood bags.”
“Could it be that there are more of them in that building?”
“There is a possibility. Listen, do what you think you could do tommorrow-“
“Ah ah, I have a job.”
“I’m not done, tomorrow night, just try not to use your powers on a vampire.”
“How am I supposed to do that?”
“I’ll give you a hunter potion tomorrow, I’d drop it in the shop that you’re working on.”
“Okay, do I get paid for this?”
“In a way” with a smirk, he cut off the call. In a way my fsce! I clicked my tongue and rolled my eyes at his antics.
I thought about what I’m going to do tomorrow and was about to shift to my segun when my mom crossed my mind. I know she’d probably disagree with this one but I have to let her know.
I opened a trunk, prepared ingredients for my spell and mixed them in a pot, I got my mom’s picture, made it sink in the mixture, I closed my eyes and crossed my fingers and sent my message through a dream.
“Mom, earlier today I witnessed a vampire attack. I saw someone die and I didn’t even do anything about it when I know I could’ve. Then a hunter witch asked for my help to find that vampire, he’s a cop mom. I know it’s dangerous but I want to help and bring Justice to that girl that died. And no mom, you can’t change my mind. I love you”
After that I went to bed, mentally preparing myself for what’s to come.
“Morning Vienna” Cassy greeted as I entered the shop and placed my things.
“Hey, what do we have today?”
“Same as usual, teas and stuffs. I wish my life’s more exciting.”
“Oh well, why don’t you go out and find some excitement, I never see you out of this shop you know.”
“You know I can’t”
“Why are you such a good girl Cas?”
“That’s because I raised her that way” Cathy said, emerging from the back door.
“Of course mother.” Cassy chuckled and I just smiled and went in the lab. Cathy’s warming up lately, she’s not the cold woman that I thought she is when I first came in here. Although I still have questions on what she truly is, specially the recipes. Oh gosh, I have so much to think about.
In the afternoon I became uneasy, I mean where the hell is Gibson? He has to drop the potion right?
I have to stop overthinking, I know that what I’ll be doing is dangerous but it’s for a good cost. Relax Vienna, you’re good, you’re fine.
“Vienna? Someone’s looking for you” Cassy called out a few minutes before 5. This must be it. I quickly cleaned up the lab and hurried to the front desk. And of course, there stood Officer Gibson, talking to Cassy.
“Hey gorgeous.” He said when he saw me. I narrowed my eyes at him but he just winked.
“Oh there you are Vienna, lover boy’s waiting for you, enjoy your date!” Cassy said pushing me towards the front door.
“What the hell did you tell her?” I exclaimed when the shop’s door closed.
“What I had to, I can’t possibly tell her the truth, can I?” the nerve of this!
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