6 A Witch Lesson (1/2)

The demon barged into my house, somehow he was able to open the door without the keys—right, the lock is busted. I stumbled after him trying without much success in changing his mind.

”You can't! Mum's gonna kill me!”I begged and dragged and moaned and pulled.

”Your mother's not home Leigh.”

I was stupefied at his information.

There was not much I could do later but watching Dylan settling in wherever he liked. I did not have any appetite for dinner so I just shut myself in my room until the demon intruded my territory again.

”Let's begin!” He announced.

I'd rather die now!

”Here.” Dylan handed me a book—a notebook with scary brown leather cover. The writing inside of the cover said,

Rule of the Demon-Human Contract.

Nothing is free.

I gaped at the words did not know what to make of it as Dylan laughed. ”It's funny, isn't it!”

I answered him 'N' and 'O' with my eyes.

”That's just a joke.” Dylan said suppressing his chuckled. ”It's just a normal notebook. It's my gift for you.”

I could relax only a little. ”Why would you give me a gift? I don't nee—”

”Oh, you'll need it.” The demon said. ”It's for our lesson.”

I dreaded the word. ”What…lesson?”

Dylan walked casually, yawned a bit, and dumped himself on my bed. ”You are now a so-called witch. At least, that's what humans named people like you. You need to learn how to summon me when we're apart. And if you wish to know more, you can also learn how to—”

”Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!” That was too fast. Did he say— ”I'm a witch?”

”Yes.” The demon continued. ”I heard a lot of you were burned to death.” He smiled a little.

Don't smile saying that kind of thing!

I went two shades whiter at the thought and wondered whether I would be burned at the stake too if people find out? But, hey, that was like—two or three hundred years ago. It's the digital era now! We are civilized. People don't believe in such superstition anymore. There's a scientific proof to that witches don't exist too!

Dylan fanned out his wings blowing all the consolations away and forced in the new not-quite-blissful knowledge that—

I am a witch!

”Shall we begin?” the demon said.

I spent the rest of the night scribing weird ruled shape consisting of circles, squares, triangles, curved lines and more on that notebook. Even though I was already good at drawing, scribing such complicated pattern with that face watching you all the time was not an easy job. Dylan make me memorized them and said that I had to draw the circle big enough for him to stand in order to summon him. We then went on to the weird tongue-twisted incantation of something like 'Ztsiu' or 'Wrhzo.' I spent the whole night with him studying all these—witchcrafts.

The sun had already risen when I was drawing the two-hundredth symbol. The yellow ray of hope shined through my gloomy mood and I finally made up my mind.

Peeping at Dylan who was still napping on my bed, I pranced with stealthy steps out of the room, out of the house. I reduced all the noises to minimal and started running as I stepped on the asphalted road. I could not take it anymore!

Fetching out the small piece of paper that Conner gave me, I followed the map. It was not far.

It turned out to be a half-neglected church which situated beside a remote graveyard. The cloudy sky and dense landscape transformed the construction into a haunted chapel and made me shivered. Taking in a deep breath, I exhaled the agitation cumulating inside, bolting up my courage. I needed to meet Conner getting some advice from him, or maybe get any holy stuff there if he was not in the building, be it a holy cross, holy water, holy bible, holy chair, holy table, holy shit! …—Sorry, that was not the shit that was holy but was for me running into the door.

The hinges did not grate in the damp weather. I peered inside the place rubbing my forehead at the same time. The hall seemed desert.

”Hello?”

It actually began to feel like those horror movie as the 'Hello' traveled from wall to wall in the empty room.

”Welcome.”

I did not expect any reply so that 'Welcome' almost made me jump out of my skin. Seth, Phoebe and Conner appeared at the altar. I swung round and hit my arm with the oak pew as they advanced forward. ”Wh—what do you want?”

”Oh, look, she scares.” sneered Phoebe and I suddenly hated her.

”What's your problem?”I asked sarcastically.