Free Devils Roses 04 - Witch by Tara Brown Page A

over her eyes, “She’th a normal girl. She thaw my fangth.”
    “She’s a witch honey. You’re fine.”
    Giselle glared at Ophelia, “Not a monthter?”
    She shrugged and took a step toward the table again, "It still hasn’t been proven."
    “This is Giselle. Obviously she is a vampire. Not nearly as scary as one would expect.” Lydia rolled her eyes at the frowning beauty.
    Giselle hissed at her, making Ophelia jump slightly. She laughed and walked over to the chair again. Her fangs vanished after a few seconds. She sighed as she sat in the chair at the end of the table.
    Lydia opened the huge dusty old album, filled with grainy black and white photos.
    “This is the only set of pictures ever taken of your mother. You see, you are identical to her in every way.”
    She couldn’t believe what she saw. It was as if she stared at herself in an old white gown. It was the woman in the snow globe.
    "Where is this picture taken?" She touched the picture. It seemed older than Lydia.
    "She got away once. The picture was taken at a Rose residence in Italy."
    ‘Mother’
    Ophelia looked back to see the six balls of light. She frowned and looked at Lydia, who frowned at the balls.
    “How is it that they follow you?”
    “I don’t know. Who are they?”
    Lydia raised an eyebrow at her, “You don’t speak to them?”
    She shook her head, feeling the blood drain from her face, “They only arrived after the Ouija board incident. Very frightening actually. They just started yelling at me and I’m pretty sure at one point they froze Jake. I think they’re evil.”
    Lydia laughed, “They look exactly like you firstly and secondly no evil may enter my home. Just like your home was, I presume.”
    Giselle, who had been tapping her toes annoyingly, sighed again, “Lydia I need to ask you something.”
    Lydia looked impatiently at her, “This is really important Giselle. She has weeks before she must face her father.”
    Ophelia’s head spun. “What? You know where my parents are? Do you know where my sister is? No one will tell me anything about her.”
    Lydia shook her head, “Not the humans, but I know where your real parents are dear.”
    Giselle made an exasperated noise and walked from the room annoyed, "Fine whatevs."
    “Sweetie I will chat with you in a minute. I need to sort this out before she has an aneurism.”
    Giselle waved a hand in the air and rounded the corner out of sight.
    Lydia rolled her eyes, “Look dear your parents are different like the rest of us. We sort of need you to get up to speed immediately. This is your mother. The blue balls of light are your sisters and your father is a very bad man.”
    Ophelia shook her head, “Who are the people who raised me?” Her chest was tight. She couldn’t draw a full breath.
    “No clue. Not important people to our cause.”
    O felt the white-hot rage fill her instantly, “THEY’RE IMPORTANT TO ME DAMMIT! I NEED TO FIND MY SISTER!” White lightning shot from her fingertips across the kitchen. The lightning hit the cupboards above the sink and blew bits of wood everywhere. Ophelia ducked at the sound of the explosion.
    Her fingers burned where the fire had come from them. She lifted a trembling hand up to her face, “Wha- what was that?”
    “Bloody hell.” Lydia whispered, looking around at the wood particles floating in the air.
    Annabelle poked her head through the massive hole in the wall where the cabinets and counter had been, “I be telling you. I be saying it. She be trouble. My guards can’t even keeps her magic in check. She aint even had her birthday yet. You bes asking for trouble.”
    Ophelia watched as Lydia frowned at the ghostly maid, “Annabelle you have to help us. You swore an oath.”
    Annabelle crossed her arms, “I aint helping and I aint teaching no demon witch how to kills nobody. Oath or no oath I's already dead. What's the Witch gonna do to me now? I's already in hell. You aint looked outside lately has you? No. Miss