Anabelle - Vampire & Werewolf & Witch

by Mela Zen

  “Sis, you are bleeding heavily,” Zeke runs up to me, holding my weak spot. He pulls away to examine the blood, “Wolfsbane, purebred. You need to rest Annabelle, come on let me take you to the room.”

  “No, no I need to he-,” never in my life I felt powerless, fainting into my brother’s arms.

  Elijah

  I just see her close her eyes and fall into her brother’s arms. Zeke calls out her name, shaking her, giving her his blood but she is not waking. Inside, I panic because she was supposed to help me with my trials.

  But also the fact I have feelings for her.

  “Damn, ANNA!” Zeke yells.

  I hear the footsteps banging against the steps, running as fast as she could. She comes into the kitchen gasping at the amount of blood Annabelle is puddling on the brown tile, “Go to my sister’s room and get Memoir 52, it has the spell to heal a purebred scratch.”

  “On it,” Anna rans back up to the stairs.

  “I don’t get it, how can she become so fragile?” Danni asks, to be honest that was my question too.

  “Not right now. I need to get her to the med room. Elijah follow me, Danni help Anna with the spell.”

  I run to Zeke’s side, holding Annabelle’s head in my arms. Beads of sweat is trickling around her forehead, her breathing becoming slow and heavy. Her lips are drying at an unexplained rate, her skin paling more than it could have possibly been.

  “Set her in the bunk bed, be careful those scratches are painful,” Zeke orders me to do so.

  Following his directions, I set her down to see blood continue to seep through the bunk bed. I wipe the sweat away while Zeke tries to fix her wounds to no avail.

  “It wasn’t easy but I think I got it. Your sister needs to translate the book to English, it was written in Italian,” Anna pops in with an elixir of some sort.

  “That’s where we are from. You know, before we moved here,” Zeke mumbles, opening the bottle. He opens Annabelle’s lips, putting in the potion, all of it, into her body.

  “What is the difference between a scratch and a bite,” I ask out of the blue.

  “Not much really, but we notice that a bite causes more permanent damage. And since Annabelle isn’t exactly a pure wolf, and the fact a wolfsbane is specifically made to hurt vampires, her blood is doing all that is possible to heal her. No one knows exactly how wolves created this, or even if they did but it is a very powerful and deadly weapon,” Zeke explains.

  “And most of her is vampire, right,” Anna adds in.

  “Yes, we do have the wolf shifting but it is not as strong as a purebred wolf or even a general wolf in a pact. Her immortality is keeping her alive, along with the blood, not her wolf gene.”

  Just when I was about to say something, my eyes went black as did my mind, not feeling the impact as I fell down.

  ***

  I woke up to blackness.

  Deep, dark, and eerily silent blackness.

  It is as if I plopped into another dimension that has nothing, the only thing that you can hear is your breathing or your heart pounding in your chest.

  Just like a light switch, I am facing trees, thousands and thousands of them lined up in various directions. I see a house that looks awfully similar to my childhood home before my parents became psychopaths and my sister was born. The green grass covering the entrance way, even clinging onto the house itself.

  Taking a big risk, I walk towards the front door, looking around as I walk. I fear that something might pop up, trying to attack me or worse kill me. Once I reached the door, I knock a couple times in hopes of someone answering it. After a while, I gave up but then I remembered that Annabelle told me that this is like a trials of somesort.

  What was that word for open?

  “Aperta...ian...ua?” I say not so confidently.

  The door swings open, exposing the same arrangement of furniture that I could remember. I walk around looking at the photos, seeing how much of a happy family we were. Everything changed after Kenzie’s birth, they became so distant and cruel to us. I have never blamed Kenzie, I thought she was...is a blessing in my life.

  “My son, they have finally lift the embargo, have they,” a raspy startles me. I turn around to face the owner of the voice, and lone behold it is my mother.

  But she looks vastly different from that last time I met her; instead of black hair, it is white, all white. Wrinkles and creases cover her face, aging her drastically, lips parched, frail bones, and dragging skin. If anything, I would have think it is my grandmother, but I know those eyes anywhere.

  “I am not your son,” I say boldy.

  “You have my blood, so therefore you are my son. Tell me, what changed?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “For years I have been begging the ancestors to restore your magic and they refused due to my....activities. Now, it has been lifted and you are starting your trials, why now?”

  “Because I asked for them to be lifted or whatever, what do you want mother.”

  “Its because of that...that...thing isn’t?”

  “What thing are you referring too?” I sounded a bit more frustrated than usual.

  “Her. The filth in which we call a Tribrid.”

  “You mean Annabelle?”

  “That is her name? Good to know. Somehow you have grown feelings for her, did you know that she is possibly your mate?”

  “What the hell is a mate?”

  “Hmm, perhaps she is not as honest as you believe she is.”

  “What are you doing here, exactly?”

  “Isn’t it obvious? I am one of the trials, one out of the many possibilities you can encounter. Now that our little chat is over, it is time for some punishment.”

  Within a split second, she snaps her fingers and I see Danni tied down on the floor, acid slowly reaching her. I know that none of this is real, but damn Danni looks like Danni, her eyes wide with fear and tears streaming down her face. I ran towards her, ready to set her free but she keeps moving away from me.

  Then a little bit of the acid hits her feet, screams penetrating through the darkness. I stop running towards her, thinking of spells that can either stop the acid or untie Danni from her constraints. The problem is pronouncing said spells as I have trouble even pronouncing ‘ignis’.

  “Mmmm, mmmm, dimittere eam,” I say out loud, pointing at Danni.

  {Translation: Release her}

  “I guess better late than never, big shot,” Danni chuckles as she gets up, but she soon fades away as I am brought back to the house, but in the front porch.

  “My son, good job,” my mother’s voice returns. I look to see her in the same state but she is standing this time, legs shaking at each movement.

  “I did a lot of bad things to get what I want. I craved for power, I yearned for success because I needed to uphold the family bloodline. We are very powerful witches, envied by most covens until I decided to go on a path down to get the tribrid,” she slowly sits on the top step.

  “Why would you need to get Annabelle? Aren’t we much more stronger than her?”

  “We are, very much so. But tell me, don’t you ever want to be immortal. Live a long life with such great power? Most of us witches crave that immortality, so we can show them who’s boss. That without us there wouldn’t be any vampires. We created them, we deserved immortality ourselves.”

  “Wait, witches created vampires?”

  “Of course we did! We wanted immortality! How can you not see that?!”

  “Because I don’t care about power! I am not like you or any other witches who want that. I just want to be free from this Daryl man and live my life with my sister, your daughter in which you left! Don’t you have any remorse.”

  “My son, once you see what you have, you won’t care about such silly things.”

  “How can you even say that? You are just one big piece of shit!”

  My anger causes the grass to turn into ash, fire rising in the house. My mother still sits there, smi
ling at my frustration, my anger, and most importantly my disappointment. All she did was laugh, lying back against the fire, letting it consume her.

  “Prohibere,” I whisper out. The fire ceases and nothing but ash lie there. My mother wasn’t even touched, but she did look up and examined me.

  “You have a gentle soul.”

  “I may hate you but I can’t kill you. I can’t kill anyone. I won’t be like you,” I say walking away.

  “Not even if it’ll protect your sister?”

  I stop dead at my tracks, the leaves that were falling didn’t fell, the trees shaking in the breeze stopped, everything became silent. The picturesque view in front of me became blurry that it eventually look like an old pixel game.

  “Eli...I...I’m scared,” my sisters weeping voice calls to me.

  I face her and I see Annabelle above her, eyes red as the sun, fangs sharp as a freshly bladed knife. My sister is cemented to the ground, not moving a single inch other than her chest heaving back and forth. She is pale, fear consuming her eyes, shivering at Annabelle’s touch to the shoulder.

  “Would you protect her from me? I mean after all, I know you feel something for me, don’t you Elijah,” Annabelle’s voice is raspy and cruel.

  “Don’t you dare hurt her,” I growl.

  “What would you do if I do this?” I see her fingers digging into my sister’s shoulder, Kenzie’s screams replacing the silence. Soon blood began peaking through the shirt, soaking it.

  “Her blood smells oh so good, perhaps,” she removes one hand and sticks out a finger soaked in blood, “Perhaps I should taste this young girl’s blood. I am sure it is sweet like candy.”

  “Annabelle stop,” I practically begged.

  “You choose me over your sister?”

  “Just stop.”

  “I need a answer, sweet Elijah. Me,” she grabs Kenzie’s hair pulling it the opposite direction, exposing her neck.

  “Annabelle,” I cried out this time.

  “One bite is all it takes for her heart to stop,” Annabelle opens wide, her scary teeth descending towards my sister’s neck.

  This isn’t real, but those eyes are the same. It felt so real.

  “Conflatur,” I say confidently.

  {Translation: melt}

  Chapter 11

  Elijah

  I see Annabelle’s eyes widen, realization hitting her hard like a brick thrown at her. She lets go of my sister who runs towards me, in pain. Annabelle screams in agony, holding her head in between her hands, shouting inaudible sentences.

  I held my sister close, consoling her. Then it went black.

  My eyes flutter open to see the sun’s rays peeking through the blinds. After a few more blinks, I get up looking around me to see that I am still in Annabelle’s house. The thought of Annabelle sends shivers down my spine, in a mixed emotion type of feeling. I see a pile of clothes folded on the table, with a small note written on it.

  Hey Elijah!

  Zeke and I took your sister out to the city, in Phoenix, won’t be back until night time. You have been asleep for three days and she was thinking that you left her. So we wanted to take her out, you know, not let her think that.

  And watch out for Annabelle, she is...moody. Has been.

  Bye!

  Love, Danni

  Holy shit, three days? Three whole days I have been asleep? What did I miss? Why is Annabelle upset? Does she know about my trials, can she know? I shrug at all of them, hoping to not think about it too much. I went into the bathroom and took a long needed shower.

  ***

  “Daryl,” I said with a stern voice, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

  “You have been ignoring me, young one for three days. I demand an explanation,” his voice sounded angry.

  “Forgive me, Daryl. I am doing what you told me to do, get close with Annabelle. She has been teaching me things, things that I never knew existed. I think that me learning this could be very beneficial.”

  “I have seen you and Kenzie moving into there, are you sure that you want to trust her?”

  “How can I get close to her if I am not close. Don’t worry, I’ve got this,” unsure if he notice the slight hesitation in my voice.

  “Suppose you are right. Fair enough, call you in a few days. And beware, I am always watching.”

  “Goodbye Daryl.”

  I hung up the phone and lay it across my bed. Suppose now I might as well face the fire, knowing that Annabelle is moody, I will forever thank Danni for the warning. I may have only known Annabelle for a few weeks, but I somehow know when to avoid her.

  I climb downstairs to see the place trashed, everything scattered like a junkyard. Books are hanging by shelves, the rims of tables and couches, some even hanging on the chandelier along with paper, and tons of it. I see glass shattering on the floor, presumably from vases and plates based on the design of the broken pieces.

  That is when I heard a man scream in pain, I immediately rushed out to the back to see who that voice belonged to. That’s when I see a hand through a man’s chest, his eyes falling to a dark grey color as well as his skin with more prominent dark veins appearing. In that hand I see a small red orb with trickles of red liquid falling around the side.

  The hand pulled back and the body falls down, revealing the owner of the hand. I see Annabelle, bloodied and bruised, squeezing the heart out of rage. She look up to face me, the once angry look now disappeared to shame.

  Annabelle

  Two Days Ago

  I woke up to Zeke’s face scanning my own, startling at the sudden movement of my eyes opening. He took a couple steps back and I see the rest of the crew facing me as I move up. I scan for Elijah, my heart quickens as I couldn’t find him.

  “He’s in his room. His trials started when you fainted,” Zeke gives me a glass of fresh blood.

  “Whose blood,” I look to both of the girls.

  “Mine,” Anna raises her hand.

  “Why?”

  “I told Freddie and he...he didn’t dump me but he isn’t talking to me. And I wanted to feel useful so…”

  “We’ll talk about that later. How is he?”

  “More or less fine, he hasn’t screamed yet. You need to rest though, that wolf’s bite was stronger than expected.”

  “Fine, but tonight I am going for a walk and you can’t stop me.”

  “Fair enough, brat!”

  “Fuck you!”

  I spend my way up to my room, stopping where Elijah is at, hearing his heartbeat quickening. I know whatever he is doing will leave a lasting impression, so I sigh going back to my room. I took a shower, examining my wounds after it, seeing the newly formed scars that my vampire abilities can’t heal.

  I exit my room and roam out to the back, taking in my much needed walk. Hours passed by, the sun setting down giving my clue but I continued on my walk. I stop hearing the swishing sound from my left, embracing another wolf attack.

  However, I got something else.

  “Hello, love, nice to meet you again,” the once sexy British voice whispers in my ears.

  I used to love that voice, but now I loathe it. I reach for his arm and yank him in front of me, him thudding against a tree. He gives a soft chuckle, getting up, patting the dirt away from his body.

  “Aldridge, to what do I owe this greeting?” I growl between my lips.

  “Love, you know that growl turns me on,” he cheekily smirks walking forward.

  “Love, you know I will throw you off a cliff before you even get here.”

  “Damn, you are still sexy as ever. Shame, we would’ve been great as mates.”

  “What do you want?”

  “Apart from you? You. There is trouble brewing Annabelle, they want you. I just came to see you once last time before you die.”

  “Sounds like you’re helping them.”

  “Maybe, maybe not. Watch out Annabelle, we know where you live, who you care about and most importantly, that potential mate you got stock
up in your room.”

  The slight threat in his voice forces me to rush up to him, pin him against the tree, shoving his face in it’s bark, “You touch him, I swear, I will rip your heart out as well as your brothers.”

  “We will see about that love,” he growls back.

  I let him go, knowing the consequences as does he. He spends off into the dark, leaving me not wondering when he’ll show up but when, so I can finish him.

  Present Day

  Zeke and Danni said their goodbyes, Zeke carrying a sleepy Kenzie as the ready their trip to Phoenix. It’s only a four to five hour drive, but I know that they’ll stop by somewhere when Kenzie wakes up with a empty stomach.

  I opted to stay in the house, preparing for an attack. I took Aldridge’s threat seriously, knowing he always means what he says. Something that I loved about him back in the World War One era, then I ultimately end up regretting.

  “Hey Anna, what can I do for you?” I answer the annoying phone sitting at my side.

  “I just...I just need someone to tell me to snap out of it. I am going to Freddie’s place to talk to him again but I am so damn nervous,” she replies.

  “Stop being a little bitch, and get your shit together. You are woman, you go through more difficult things than telling your boyfriend that you are a witch. If he truly loves you, he’ll have to be okay with this fact.”

  “Wow, blunt. Thanks Annabelle.”

  “Isn’t that what you want?”

  “Of course, I was just hoping you ease up a little bit, damn.”

  “Anna this is precisely what I mean when I say-” the phone drops to the floor as my body flies towards the window, breaking it in the process.

  I get up, shaking my head looking at the next dead body. Lone behold it was Aldean, Aldridges triplet, and youngest, brother. I see him cock up a smile, waving a knife around, strong enough to severely weaken a wolf and a vampire, only conjured up by witches.

  “Aldean, I see you do your brother’s dirty work,” I step back in the broken window.

  “Eh, me and Alvarian always hated you so...I volti nerd because Alvarian and Aldridge are chickens to come up against you.”

  “They are smart, you not so much,” I sneer running up to him, twisting his arm and kicking his back sending him to the TV. That Tv fell down, shattering, I groan inside knowing Zeke would want me to replace that.