The Witches White Leopard

Chapter 3

Cooper-John

I woke up with a jump. I could feel a presence in my room. From the feel of the creature or being it wasn’t here to threaten me, a peaceful aura was coming from it, or he/she whoever it was that had infiltrated my home. It took some doing only someone who could bend time and matter to appear in a different space, and time could break into my home. So I had no choice but to approach with caution. This was someone who I wouldn’t be able to take down in my birthday suit with no weapons, but my short sword I kept on my head board.

“I know your awake sir COOPER-JOHN. Please do not fear my presence. I am here with the information you desire.” The mystery voice said, obviously female.

That had me sitting up slowly, covering my parts. She was not what I had expected to see. She glowed a soft cream colour around her as if she wasn’t really on this plane of existence, just projecting her image here. “good morning to you, too....” I paused empathising; she had not given her name freely. Names held power, especially for the old ones. Which she clearly was. Either a true first blood witch a demi god or some other high-level entity.

“Thunnja godess of destiny young man is how you may address me”

I sat up a bit straighter at that a full blood goddess was in my room, and she wasn’t ugly either! Suddenly noticing this, I felt some of her glamour slipping. The cream aura seemed to shiver a bit.

“I must be quick COOPER-JOHN, and so must you. I will give you the location of where I have kept safe the last child of the ravonswood line. “she said with a warm knowing smile. Sitting bolt upright now, rubbing sleep out of my eyes, suddenly filled with a serge of adrenaline.

“You know where kasy is!” I exclaimed

“Yes COOPER-JOHN I have hidden her for all these years. It is your destiny to collect her and keep her safe from all that comes to take her now. I have done all I can.” She said with a slight head bow.

“OK thunnja what must I do? She is the last of a witch line then? Where do I find her? “

Thunnja waves her hand, and a magical island appeared on the dark wall of my room. Without thinking, I get up to get a closer look. I can see her heading out to sea she’s with some other man jealousy instantly hits me. Though I have no idea why.

Sweat covers my skin and then goose bumps. The need to mark her as mine is all encompassing now. I have never felt anything like this, it’s a pull from my soul as if I’ve missed a piece all my life. I look at thuunja who stares with knowing eyes and if I’m not mistaken she is trying not to laugh, I’m confused until I suddenly feel a bit self conscious and oh yep looking down there’s a bloody tent in my makeshift bed sheet covering!

I quickly grab a sheet and wrap it around myself, but the damage is done. I’ve completely embarrassed myself again.

“She’s at the coral reaf” I ask, trying to draw attention back to the matter at hand and get my own feelings under control. What in the world is going on? I don’t even know the girl.

Thunnja nods, and with a gleam of white is gone a whisper of “protect her with your life warrior. Do not disappoint me, " her whispered words send a shiver down my spine. I really don’t want to piss her off. I have the feeling it will go bad real quick for me.

Grabbing all nearby clothes into a suitcase for all occasions. I don’t know why, but my best suit goes on. What is on my mind?? I’m of on a mission, not a date. Wake up, COOP. I give my head a shake.

I call Ben, “whatsupp boss man” oh he’s so young and cocky.

“Good morning, Benjamin. I will be leaving soon on important business for a while. You will handle everything whilst I’m gone?” I said with a tone of command in my voice.

“yea yea what’s new boss? You dissappear I handle the office" I could feel his shrug down the line, if I wasn’t mistaken there was an eye roll too and he was no doubt slouched back on two legs on a chair as if he is going to fall backwards.

“Yes Ben that’s what you do. Good lad, " with that, I hung up. I think he’s starting to catch on, at least the other part of my work life. The weapons room was found when he was a little lad.

I called the pilot next, being mega rich. It has its benefits; I can’t disagree with that. But as I’m on brotherhood time , my nice toys end up being either blown up or completely crumpled. It’s the brothers pilot I call.

“Darren you free or any others with planes? I need a tone of fire power and a plane that can be my base at the coral reef for a mission? “

“the coral read you say," his southern American big easy accent makes it sound like a bass drum in my ear.

“That’s right up, my street CJ, my man I’m in. I’ll be at your landing zone soon, my mani, I’m not too far; I just dropped the new guy off.”

“New guy? U can fill me in on the way. Yeah, perfect. See u soon, bro. "

I hang up and just finish stuffing everything into suitcases. Some are pre made for emergencies like this, so I grab and head out my room, making sure nothing was out of place.

Lori, the maid will be in soon to cook and clean, so no, leaving big things that go boom around. I walk down the hall thinking, "So we have a new brother in arms this is always interesting when someone joins our ranks, and they see exactly what the world is really like." The fights that go unnoticed by humanity, I stop at the main bathroom on the top floor this has the best shower, I jump in the shower.

Thinking about her, this woman I saw, as the water rolls of my shoulders and down my middle, I have to get out. Turning the shower , I get dressed quickly and pretend that I wasn’t about to get myself off to the thought of a girl I didn’t even know.

I’m dressed in standard brother Ts mission gear. All stab proof all black. I look like a g.i Joe, and don’t I know it. The lads even stained some of my uniform camo last year for my birthday. Oh, they think it’s hilarious!

I’m all geared up with enough fire power and ammo clips that even my OCD of having enough of each is eased. I don’t usually have this much on me 6 guns strapped in holsters on my legs. 4 on my arms and 4 knives in holsters over my shoulders. It’s much easier to conceal knives on shoulder holsters than guns.

Not that I’m ever worried about humanity seeing me all geared up. When we join the brothers T, we are given like a forget me spell, so unless someone is of the brothers T , your blood line, or your lover, they tend to forget all about you. I swear Lori, the cleaner doesn’t know who I am at all!

I make my way down to the back yard across the path, leading to the halo pad right at the top of my property. Already feeling slightly hot under all this gear, summer hadn’t even hit yet, and it was already getting steamy. But here it was always sunny in April, then it rained the entire summer; you were just hot wet and uncomfortable. But that’s England for you and I could always move but I chose to stay here. It's where I was born. it will always be my home, the blood that runs in my veins