Chapter 51: Witches: Part Two

"What do you know of witches?" Grannie asked, now sitting on the opposite sofa, a floral pink china cup and saucer in her hands while a matching teapot poured hot tea into the cup by the side of her head. When it was done, a milk jug appeared and poured itself into the cup before both disappeared, and Grannie stirred the silver teaspoon in the cup.

"Didn't fancy stirring the spoon with magic also…" Esme couldn't help but ask as she'd stared wide-eyed at more magic happening before her. It would take some time to get used to it. She cleared her throat after Grannie didn't respond. "I don't know much. I wasn't sure if witches still existed."

"So, you know nothing," Kasia spoke up at the far end of the room, a smirk on her face, arrogance radiating off her. 

"That is good," Grannie began causing Esme to look at her within puzzlement. "We make sure to stay hidden and help from the shadows. Similar to your lifestyle, yet you leave havoc in your wake." Ouch, that was a little stab right there. Wait, how does she know.. "Our job as witches is to make sure the power between all kinds is balanced. That is not to say everyone still follows these rules; like in every species, there are good and bad. "

"We're basically the clean-up crew," Kasia muttered angrily as she started to grind what she'd mixed up in the pot. "Like tonight.. with your situation."

"That is not all that we do. There are several things we must do to keep the balance. But we will not go into that any further. We make sure creatures stay hidden from the humans that has been a rising priority-"

"One which you've made harder since coming here," Kasia interrupted, then smiled tight-lipped, apologetically, to Grannie, who looked at her sternly. 

"Is that it?" Esme asked, then looked down at the cat that had lightly nipped her, warning her not to stroke his belly from where he'd twisted his body and arms outstretched, almost falling off her knees. 

Kasia scoffed, "Is that it.. This girl!" She poured the contents into a pouch and marched towards her, stopping to drop the small bag on the coffee table. "Without us, you.. werewolves, shifters and vampires would be exposed by now." 

"The vamps seem to have it all under control here, though.." Esme trailed off as she saw the looks on the witches' faces. They seemed to disagree. She shook her head; this was something else she didn't need to get involved in. 

"There has been more activity in the city since you arrived. Now, I am not blaming you, dear, but there are only us two here, mainly Kasia now," Grannie said politely with a smile though there seemed to be a hidden meaning behind her words.

'Be careful, don't get caught. Or I will have to involve myself to rebalance the scales' Grannie's voice floated through her mind, the first time ever sounding a little scary. 

Esme gulped; she didn't want to deal with any witches. They hadn't even shown her their full capabilities, but seeing how easily they could get rid of bodies and wave their hands with magic was enough to make sure she was careful. 

Unaware of Grannie speaking to Esme through her mind, Kasia crossed her arms and looked at her sternly. It was almost like she was talking to a child. "I've created kreesian for you to use. That's the powder in that pouch. It is a mixture of krysear and sianther, both chemicals that will disintegrate werewolf and vampire bodies."

Esme's eyebrows rose at this, and she glanced at the little golden pouch. 

"You only need a pinch to sprinkle over the body abracadabra its done," Kasia finished. 

She didn't have to say abracadabra, right? Esme eyed her, and the witch seemed to sneer as though she'd read her thoughts. No, definitely not. Ah, but would this powder help her with killing a vamp or werewolf?

"Will it kill them if thrown at them.."

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Kasia rolled her eyes and looked at her like she was dumb. "No. It is only for dead bodies," She sighed, and with a twirl of her hand, she suddenly disappeared. 

Esme blinked in surprise, then looked back down at the cat that seemed to want her attention by grabbing her hand with its paws before staring at Grannie. She nodded her head and smiled at Esme. "You must be tired. Stay here tonight."

She was looking for a place to stay for the night..

"I would, but I think I left my bag.." She stopped talking as her bag appeared before her on the floor. 

"Never mind.. say.. can anyone be a witch? Your powers would make life so much easier," Esme enquired though she knew the answer. She was thinking of such simple tasks as cleaning, cooking, disappearing; that was a pretty cool one that she would definitely use.

Grannie smiled before placing her teacup on the coffee table and muttered some incantation under her breath before pointing at the sofa Esme was sitting on. She gasped and jolted forwards from the sudden hot feeling beneath her bottom, and the cat jumped off with a hiss towards Grannie before prancing off, looking like its head was held high, tail swishing from side to side. Esme stood and watched as the sofa turned into a very comfortable-looking bed with a frilly and floral design to the covers. 

"Bathroom is through that door," Grannie pointed in the direction of the only other door Esme knew to be on that floor. She looked at her warily, but her warm smile and the magic she'd been exposed to now made her realise that the bathroom was probably behind that door. 

She shuddered again.

Witches. 

Esme returned from the bathroom after having a much-needed shower. She stayed clear of a bunch of colourful jars next to the bath and safely kept to the shower with branded bottles that would appear before her, ones she'd seen at Gabriel's place. 

Esme stopped just before the bed, in her pyjamas and looked around for Grannie, but the room was now dark except for one candle on a long golden candle holder, alight on the coffee table. 

"Looks like it's bedtime," She yawned though she still looked around, not entirely 100% comfortable with being left inside a witch's den if that's what she should call it. 

Spinning around, she pulled her phone out of her bag and climbed into bed. Somehow the battery was 100% with no signal and five missed calls. She opened the call log and frowned. 

Why did Gabriel call her? She expected Lenny, who phoned her once but Gabriel..

Her thoughts halted when she saw the cat appear before her again, and she watched its eyes again. They were so clear even in the dull candlelight. "I see. Is this normally your bed, Einar?" 

The cat spun around and curled up into a ball again by her side, purring once more as it closed its eyes. Esme yawned again, she checked her phone, wanting to call Gabriel back, but there was no signal no matter where she pointed the phone. Flipping it shut, she gave up. She would see him tomorrow anyway. 

Although she had a shred of fear leaking into her, her sudden tiredness was fighting against her racing mind. Her body won over her mind. Was there something in that pie, or was she really this exhausted? Esme's head flopped into the ultra-soft cushion, and she was asleep instantly. 

With her lids closed and her breathing deep, Einar's bright blue and green eyes opened, staring at her for a moment, then with a swish of its tail, the candle on the coffee table blew out.

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