You're supposed to be dead!

"Hey Cheryl, hold up!" Donald calls out. He was racing down the stairs trying to meet up with her before she'd walk out the door.

"Well.... that's a surprise!" She turns to him. "For someone Whose mate is vulnerable"

"Exactly! Only if THAT mate didn't ask me to make sure I know what it is you came here for." He rests his hands on his waist. "Look, I'm sorry about Emerson. Its just...." He sighs.

"I know Donny, I just wish things didn't end that way. Its....inalterable?" She looks up at him, a sad smile donning her face.

"How's are you, how's..... your baby? I didn't even know you're pregnant"

"They're a lot of things we don't know about each other in these last few years."

"So..." He raises his eyebrows.

"Of course" she looks around, "why not we take a walk in the gardens."

Well... That meant privacy and if it meant privacy, it meant crucial. Donald walks out the door with her.

**** The Foretold Story Of The Full Moon****

"Ssss....aaaahhh" A young beautiful brunette cries out, her fern-colored eyes glaring at the little boy she'd just teleported. "You burnt my hand" she utters furiously.

The boy squints his eyes at her, "don't touch me!" He finally said.

The witch has just teleported both of them away from the crime scene and back to their little but cozy domain. Jackson makes himself comfortable on the couch. He looks at the witch who kept glaring at him.

"My hands are itching for your eyes, keep doing that and you'll have to find a new one maybe something that doesn't spell you out."

"My eyes? That's how you know i'm a witch? Liar!" She sits opposite to him.

Now Jackson was glaring. "You really have guts, don't you? Im going to let this slide cos' unfortunately you're gonna need them to explain what's happening to me?"

"Oh, so you understand killing isn't normal? Thank goodness!"

"I can smell your end, its just at the door. I'm warning you for the last time witch, I'm not in the mood for your unsatisfactory comments."

The witch heaves a sigh. "Heather..... Heather Garvino, that's my name." Jackson squints his eyes at her, "and yeah.....we probably might be siblings but not by blood."

"Get to the point!" He growled.

"Ok...ok, calm your muscles." She adjusts herself on the seat. "It all began after the Salem hunt where witches were horrendously killed, persecuted even and this kept happening non-stop, witches turned to slaves just because we seemed weak because we didn't have nice built muscles like the werewolves or compelling pale skin of vampires.... all we had was a gift from nature, powers pure and..."

"Shut the f**k up and get to the damn point!" How the hell did he even fit in all of this.

"Ha! Impatient! Some witches sought a way to get stronger to stop all this and thats where the demons come in..... bringing us our freedom served on a platter of gold. Not all of us thought making a deal with the devil was the right thing to do because no matter what, there was always a price to pay...."

Jackson slaps his forehead...should he just snap her neck and get this over with? He looks at her again and sighs, calming himself. The only thing holding him right now was the fact that in all the memories he'd detained,she was there..... beside his mother and he just wanted to know why and even how they where here. His wasn't going to live his life like it was a maze.

"Look Jackson, sometimes its what led to the event that's important, just....hang in there." She chuckles to herself. For some reason, she was being.....playful?

"Now this caused a rift between the witches, the demons where offering spells that could make us stronger,we were finally going to be able to fight back but not everyone saw it that way. Witches were supposed to be a symbol of peace, a connection with nature and its habitats."

"Now....that's where you have the dark witches.....witches that use dark spells or black magick, whichever you want to call it. Once tapped into this energy, into that darkness, it controls you and negates everything you ever believe in and its very hard to come out of it, like a 1/10 chance" The Scowl on Jackson's face wasn't even making her stop,

"so....the dark witches took abode under the demons and the other witches....well, I don't know."

"So you're a dark witch.... point gotten, now the part that talks about me?"

She should her head. "I WAS a dark witch.....your parents saved me from it." Now that got his attention.

"I thought you said you can't come out of it?"

"Yeah..... to cut the long story short, a few of us began to see the effects of these dark powers, witches doing irrational things and calling it fun, we were meant to get these powers to maintain the peace and balance of all the realms and cosmos but instead we were the habinger of evil, you can't play with the devil and wonder why you're still in hell..... The demons were nothing but encouraging, making us succumb to these powers. When we realized how powerful we were even against the other witches"

"Endora thought it was nice to have more witches...embrace in this darkness, so....the other witches locked us out like a plague,isolating themselves from us, referring to us as an impending darkness to children, a darkness they should run away from. In the years to come, a few of us realized our mistakes,there was no longer a connection with us and nature just....darkness."

"Zamiel Garvino, prince of demons, lets just say your father wasn't exactly happy about recruiting witches, so he sought us out, those of us that no longer wanted this power..."

"Oh please! I didn't ask for your history, get to the damn point. Let me give you a start..... Demons and vampires aren't supposed to interact,why?"

"They are both of darkness until when it comes to power. They fought countless wars.....wars that only ended in losing more bloodlines especially from one that didn't have much....so a truce was called, demons and vampires aren't supposed to interact by any means and live in their own realms without any problems or they all would go extinct."

"I assume its the vampires that call for this truce? Cos' they are the ones that actually find procreation a problem?" He gets a nod as response "so....how did my mom..."

"A few of us no longer wanted the darkness so your parents secretly helped" She ignored his question and kept her story on track.

"How?"

"I don't know how they knew but it was a tough process....some of us ended up dead. Now that brought attention especially with the news of your mom being pregnant with the child of the prince of demons" Jackson sat up, "your mom wasn't any small fish either, she was a warrior princess, hehe... funny." Jackson glares at her.

"How did they find Out"

"Oh Jackson, that I don't know but what I do know is that the dark witches didn't know about it just the top demons, you know the ones at the front line."

She continues, "Lothaire, your grandfather, king of Demons saw your fathers actions as a betrayal, taking the child was going to be to an easy punishment so they got a witch to cast a spell, one linked to her life but who cares the demons have welcomed the witches now they had to pay back"

"What spell?" For some reason he wasn't fuming

"When you attain the age of five, you're supposed to be dead!"