She's Not Dead

Chapter 14: What More is There?

Wendy grabbed a firm hold of her phone and opened her text thread, looking for her boyfriend's name. She clicked on their conversation and started typing.

'miss u.'

The reply was almost instant.

'I miss you too! How are you feeling? Are you ok?'

The witch chuckled at her lover, so predictable. She wasted no time in replying.

'im ok, promise. rescue me from prison 2morra?'

'Call me when you're awake and I'll see what I can do, m'lady!'

'hold u to that, handsome! going 2 bed, tty 2morra '

The witch didn't wait for an answer, she dropped her phone on Joanna's nightstand, wanting to sleep, and cuddling up to her sister. She breathed in deeply through her nose, and closed her eyes, inhaling her sister's scent.

Digging deep within her, she found her kitty, Please be on alert tonight, she asked. Kitty flared her magic to let her know she would stand guard. The woman could not be happier than even after relieving herself of the curse, Kitty remained. It would have killed her not to have her.

Breathing in deeply, the witch tried to clear her mind in order to sleep, as her nose caught her sister's send, her body started shaking uncontrollably with a vision she could not stop.

Frederick, laying on the floor of a house. A knife embedded in his stomach; his blue eyes were unmoving, lifeless. A figure moving away from the scene, heels walking by the corpse.

A message left by the side of his head: DEATH TO WITCHES.

Wendy gasped, her body being violently shaken, eyes flying open. She tried to suck in as much air as she could in violent shudders.

"Wendy!" She could faintly hear someone calling her name, but with her ears ringing, all sounds were muffled.

Eventually, the ringing ceased, and she felt something warm dripping from her face. The reason for the shaking was Joanna, holding onto both her wrists with a death grip. With her breath calming down, she focused on her sister, her face creased with worry, her eyes big, her mouth moving.

Joanna had been sleeping peacefully on her bed when the person next to her starting having a seizure. Wendy was not responding to her name, her clawed hands digging its nails onto the palms, so Joanna had grabbed her so as to avoid any damage her sister might involuntarily cause to herself. Her bedding soiled by her sister's bleeding nose. She knew immediately this was not a nightmare, but a vision –– she knew she had to let her sister ride it out.

The black-haired woman finally spoke, turning her palms so she could hold onto her sister's forearm, "We have a big problem!"

Joanna helped her sister sit up on the bed, holding tightly onto her hands, "What happened? What did you see?" She asked.

Wendy scooted backwards so her spine was pressed tightly onto the headboard of the bed, her arms clutching at her ribs as her agitation disturbed her tender chest.

"I had a vision and there is a goddamn witch hunter in East End. A– A woman! She killed Frederick and might be coming after the girls, Jo! We need to prepare; we need to do something now I can't lose anyone–"

Her rambling was cut off by her sister shushing her, telling her to take deep breaths as her hands glowed with a golden light, Wendy registered that her aches lessened. As Wendy calmed down and made eye contact with her sister, Joanna could not help but notice how different her eyes were. Instead of their normal blue-gray, her pupils were widened slits, a strange glowing ringlet of yellow around them.