Chapter 2
I sat on the chest of ancient knowledge, trying to process the revelation that I was a witch, Eros continued to explain, her voice soothing yet full of urgency.
"It's true, Mary," Eros said, her eyes locked onto mine. "You are a witch, and you have a gift that's been dormant since you were born."
I still struggled to grasp the enormity of what she was saying. Witches, spells, and magic were the things people sang about or told little children to scare them into compliance, not something I had ever expected to be a part of, or even be real.
"But, how?" I asked, searching for some semblance of rationality. "Witches are supposed to be evil, aren't they? I've been told to fear them since I was little. They're supposed to do horrible things"
Eros shook her head, her expression filled with empathy. "No, Mary. The stories about witches being evil are mostly false. Witches are individuals with a connection to the Sources, and like any other group of people, there are good and bad witches. What matters is what you choose to use your powers."
I sighed, "Are you a witch?"
"No."
I paused. "Then what are you?"
"A vampire," She whispered softly, pulling back her lip with her finger to display a set of straightened, pearly-white teeth, and one extra-long, razor-sharp canine, around two centimeters long. I took a step back. "And I assume the stories people tell about your kind... aren't true?"
"Only some of them, we don't really need to drink human blood, animal blood works just fine as an alternative. And we can eat human food, and the cross doesn't hurt us."
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