Darkness Rising: Cursed Guardians

What Matters Now

What an unexpected turn of events. In an hour my centuries long vendetta against all witches went up in flames. Once again this tiny woman took a wrecking ball to everything I knew and smashed right through it. Everything in me prepared myself to fight with her tooth and nail no matter what she said in regards to my families story and yet here I sat wordless as she explained that Sara wasn’t a witch but a sorceress. And it all made f*****g sense. Every word. And the more she spoke the more I felt it to be true. f**k I am an i***t. 

Centuries of only helping witches if it benefited me. Never going to their aid but instead waiting until they were desperate for help and sought us out. Shameful. I am a shameful excuse of a leader. As I look at Sabella though I don’t see any emotions of anger. No scorn or judgement. Just…acceptance? How is that even possible? She looks like she wants to reach out and touch me as she places her hand on my desk. She’s consoling me. This woman. She is something else. She should hate for being awful and hateful, to her yet here she is trying to make me feel better. The asshole who ordered her death, although as soon as I said it I knew I didn’t mean it. Her pull was too strong. I’d have thrown her in the dungeon. All that got tossed out the window as soon as she answered back in Latin and then pulled that quick little movement getting me on the ground and putting my own dagger to my throat. As pissed as I was I still have to admit that was hot. The memory of it again making my c**k stand up at attention. 

Sabella looks at me and says “ The point is now you know. What matters now is what you do with the information. You can continue to be a jackass and bite the word witch out likes it’s a horrible disease that I have contracted or you can move forward and ditch the prejudice and embrace the fact that I’m actually pretty cool for a semi- practicing witch. If you do that I will in turn accept that you are old as f**k. I mean seriously your like ancient.” Although I flinched when she mentioned my use of the word witch as a slur that last bit about me being ancient made me laugh. A real laugh. That I haven’t done in too long. Warmth spread through me. Like letting go of this anger, this judgement was freeing me off a weight I was carrying. 

I looked over at Sabella who was slightly smiling, clearly happy she had made me laugh. “So now what?” She asks. Now I sit and stew with regret and remorse for my behavior over the last 8 centuries. I sigh “I need to tell my family and then explain to the rest of the house. It’s not going to be easy to convince them a witch isn’t responsible for this. We’ve spent the better part of 800 years blaming witches for our situation. I don’t see the mistrust going away quickly.”  I hate f*****g up and this was a f**k up of massively epic proportions. 

“Well that’s understandable.” Sabella says. Seriously? I must have given her a look because she said 

“Listen. This is not going to be a quick and easy adjustment. Like you said 8 centuries of blaming isn’t going to go away overnight. I. We, as in myself, Sybil , and my cousins will just have to go the extra mile to prove we aren’t the bad guys. I have no problem with that.”

My amazement at this girl is not ever going to stop. “You shouldn’t have to..” I start and immediately get cut off. “Stop Draco. You not realizing that I have an advantage. Two actually.” She smiles.

“And that would be what exactly?” I ask her flatly. 

“You.” Says as she set the empty glass on the table.

“Me?” 

“Yes you. Do you realize that since I explained the difference between a witch and a sorceress that you have steadily maintained eye contact with me? You haven’t referred to me a witch like it’s a dirty word? Your overall presence is relaxed instead of tense like it normally is when you are near me?” 

I let that sink in as I shake my head. Even though I had already decided 2 days ago that she was not the enemy. That I liked her. A lot. I know I still reacted offensively today when she approached Da. Even so it was fleeting. I even told her in front of my Da and Abi and Kae that I wasn't suspicious of her anymore. She smiles a little more. It’s lovely. I wonder what a real smile would look like? Breathtaking I bet. 

“All true. You have accepted you were wrong about me, about witches. And seeing you accept it will make it easier on others to accept it. But my ace? Your Father. Surely if he likes me and accepts my nature I'm golden.” She finishes confidently. And she’s right. As their leader and King they’ll follow my lead, that’s how we ended up a bunch of witch haters in the first place. But seeing my Father, accepting her. Ace in the f*****g hole.  I can't help the smile on my face. She is incredible.

“You are pretty awesome for a semi-practicing witch.” I say smiling. 

“Duh. Took you long enough.” She replies with an eye roll and a playful smile that send chills through my whole body and stopping to keep my c**k throbbing at full attention. Sabella's whole body shakes and her head snaps up.

“What's wrong?" I don't even get the words out of my mouth before I'm on the other side of the desk next to her.

Shaking herself. "Nothing" taking a breath "My family is here. I felt them cross onto the property. We should get everyone in here.'

I nod and grab my phone sending Abi a quick text to bring everyone up then return to my chair to wait.