121 Painted memories- Part 1 (2/2)

”I don't understand,” Heidi looked at Lettice, her brows furrowed as she saw Lettice's eyes dart around the streets next to them, ”What's the matter, Lettice?”

”I...”

”Let's go somewhere quiet,” suggested Heidi. Both the women, walked away from the streets and the town with the guardsmen following close behind them. Crossing the cemetery which was built magnificently next to a meadow, they stopped walking and Heidi questioned Lettice again, ”Why did you say the appearance of the mark had something to do with you?”

”The truth is Heidi,” Lettice took a deep breath, ”Like you and everyone, I have secrets which cannot be told,” she turned away, both her hands holding each other tightly in worry.

”You don't have to tell it if you don't want to,” Heidi responded softly seeing that Lettice was having difficulty in talking about it.

”No, I want to.”

”Alright.”

Carts and carriages passed by them as seconds turned to minutes. Heidi didn't push the girl to speak and instead let her take her time. Hearing her sigh, she saw Lettice turn around ready to speak.

”The vampires sure think about themselves as high and mighty who think people like us are lower than them but there's more than one reason why I don't talk to people. My parents are black witches, Heidi,” she confessed not meeting Heidi's gaze.

”But you're not a black witch,” Heidi responded as she wrapped her head around what Lettice said. The girl had never shown any signs of a black witch and if she really were one, she wouldn't be able to enter the church nor live harmoniously in a town married to a pure blooded vampire because with the education the head butler of the Rune mansion had passed on to her, black witches needed to turn to their original form a few times in a week.

”I'm a dormant black witch,” Lettice replied making an eye contact with Heidi, ”I think something went wrong or maybe right genetically due to which I turned out to be more on a human side than to show features and characteristics of a black witch. But I think the essence of me being a black witch still lurks that brings out the marking everytime we meet. Please don't hate me for it.”

”I don't think that credits to anything for which I will have to hate you for,” Lettice's eyes filled with tears and when she closed her eyes they fell on her pale cheeks in trails.