Love Potion

Location: City of California Town: Los Angeles, Hollywood. Bella Hollywood is the best place for fame, it’s also known for rainy days but when the sun comes out it is very warm. But in a novel like this, it is known for the supernatural. Los Angeles is crawling with vampires, werewolves, witches and something that is very, very rare: necromancer, which is exactly what I am. I found out yesterday that I am one, all my life I thought I was an ordinary girl living in a extraordinary world. But no, I was wrong. So how did I found out I was a freak? Because that’s what I am really, a freak. Well, I was sat perched against a tree at a park. The sun was shining with crispy breezes blowing about, I closed my eyes while inhaling the fresh air. Next minute I knew, the ground rumbled beneath me. With a quick motion, my eyes snapped open as I gasped with shock. A paw punched it’s way through the soil, curiously I crept over the paw and gently pulled the rest of it’s body out to find a disfigured cat. It’s left eye was slit and the dead cat had a s***h on it’s belly, as I continued to stare at the dead cat I rose sorrow filled my heart. I reached over to pet it and it timidly backed away from me, whoever was the cats owner obviously treated it like s**t. I soothed the dead cat to come towards me, I wanted the cat to trust me; slowly it crept towards me and until it reached my hand it nudged it’s face into it. The cat had followed me back home, when I walked into the living room my parents were gob smacked. “What is that thing doing in our home?!” My father had shouted in distaste as he pointed towards the dead cat. I had shrugged sympathetically at him, “You want to tell me how I managed to raise it from the ground?” I asked back with a hint of sass, my father had grunted with irritation; whereas my mother looked shocked but not surprised. She had looked over at my father, “It’s starting to happen, we should tell her.” “What is starting to happen?!” I had fretted. Both of my parents had sighed, “Hun, you’re a necromancer; your grandmother was one.” My mother had announced and I looked at her in disbelief, the air was thick and things were silent for a while. “You obviously raised the cat without meaning to, which means your gift is starting to kick in.” She had then filled the air. “What is it still doing in our house?” My father yelled into the air, giving the cat a devil death stare. My mother sighed, “We’re going to have to kill it again.” “You can’t! The poor thing must have been abused before it died.” I wailed and my dad rolled his eyes at me. “Sweetie, being a necromancer is a dangerous thing. People a***e their power, resurrection is meant for one purpose and one purpose only; to retrieve important information or closure.” She had lectured me.