Breathe

MAX WALMER

“What are you doing here?” I ask Sibulele, she and I screw occasionally.

She’s a good screw, nothing wow about her. She is a hybrid, very dangerous for me to be playing around with her but what can I say. I love danger. I met her recently and we just clicked until we found out who was who. Unlike her siblings, she’s not a witch. Her mother was her stepmother’s doppelganger, and her father is the hybrid. Ahlume Adams triggered his werewolf nature when his father was involved in an accident, one of the doppelgangers was supposed to die by his hand in order for him to become a hybrid but Nelly found a loophole, they turned Sibu’s mother into a vampire and did a spell to protect the baby she was carrying and that’s how Sibu came about. It’s complicated.

“I figured I should come and see you, I missed you” she says wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me. I break the kiss.

“If your family found out you were messing with me, it could turn ugly Sibu” I remind her.

“Then they won’t” she says removing her arms around my neck and walking to the lounge “My sister had a dream about a Leiria witch, apparently you are helping her become a witch and Sybil is a do-gooder who would never allow you to mess with the poor kid” Sibu says, I turn to her quickly.

“What else did your sister see in this dream of hers?” I ask her and she shrugs her shoulders.

“I don’t know, why does it matter anyway? You just helping the kid, right? Sybil always has these dreams, not every one of her dreams means something” Sibu says unbothered.

Sybil is a powerful witch; she may not be the regent of the witches but her ancestors and all the witches that died are definitely backing her up. She is the first of her kind, she was a gift from the ancestors to the earth to unite all three factions, Vampires, Witches and Werewolves. Going up against her would be a suicide mission, if Sibu took time to know and understand her sister then she would know that Sybil does not just dream meaningless things. For a 16-year-old she is quite powerful and if she obeys and follows the rules well then, the ancestors will grant her whatever she wants.

“It’s nothing. Today I have a busy day, I can’t hook up with you” I say to her and she frowns looking confused because I have never rejected her.

“Excuse me?” she says, I shrug my shoulders.

“I’m Sibu but you have to leave” I say, she’s about to argue when she stops herself.

“Don’t call me again!” she says and walks past me, I grab her arm.

“Don’t be like that. I have to communicate with my ancestors about something, you and I can link up tomorrow or so” I say, and she looks at me for a while before she yanks her arm away from me.

“Bye Max” she says and walks out of the house. I let out a sigh and make my way down to the basement.

I have to consult my ancestors about what has been revealed to me about Joy. My kind of magic is nothing like that of the normal witches. I am a heretic, a vampire witch. Now generally a witch can be a vampire and vampire cannot be a witch, but nature always has loopholes.

I was born from a family of siphon witches, that being witches who do not have their own magic or tied to a certain magic source unless we siphon something or someone with magic. Now obviously that wasn’t fun, it was annoying because you do not always have a magic source around to siphon from until I met up with a vampire who was able to turn me. Not all witches are fortunate enough because once a normal witch dies with vampire blood in their system then they rise again as a vampire only. But us siphon witches are able to transform into heretics. As a heretic I am able to perform magic without a source because I get my magic from my vampirism which allows me to perform magic without having to siphon from another witch. Sybil is no different from me except she has her werewolf side and vampire side giving her enough magic but even she at times needs to siphon magic elsewhere. With a teacher like her grandmother, she hasn’t been able to tap fully into her magic. They limit her from being the greatest witch to ever live and lord knows why. If only I could have a week with her, she would be the greatest witch to ever live and she would be strong enough to overthrow their regent.

I light up the candles and then take out my great grandmother’s grimoire, she is the only one who can give me the answers I seek about this little witch. I slit my hand and allow the blood to drip into a bowl with mixed herbs that will allow me to conjure up my grandmother, her grimoire acts as a Conduent to keep her here until I get the answers I seek.

“Grandma I know you are there watching over me, I am coming to you because I need you. Because I need answers over this vision, I had with that Leiria witch.” I say with my eyes closed “Grandma hear my call, I seek answers only you can provide” I plead and then I get this chill making the hairs on the back of my neck stand. I wait for her to appear.

“I am no longer as fresh as I used to be. What answers do you seek child?” she appears before me, I open my eyes and there she is where her grimoire should be.

“Today a Leiria witch came to me seeking for answers about her being sick. In search of those answers, I had a vision of her as a mother to our child, how is it possible?”