The Witch Hunter

A little bit of fun

Annabelle didn't even know who she was.

On her eighteenth birthday, she found out she was a witch. Yet she did not find out her true identity.

And who knows? Maybe it was better that way. She’s frivolous, a girl eager to have fun, it wasn’t for her. Her identity wasn't for her.

But everything will change. And almost no one knew about her life. Stella didn't know everything about her either, and there was only one person who actually knew everything.

Every little detail of Annabella's life. Every little thing that made her who she is. And that person is me.

I sat at one of the desks in the classroom and was tapping the desk with a pen. Professor Henderson, as usual, is talking about magic, the beginning of magic, Leaders, hunters, and that s**t. I'm surprised that at least I remembered what the f**k she was talking about for the fourth month.

Classes at this castle began in October and now is already January. Is she not bored with her voice yet? Yes, we had a two-week holiday for Christmas, which I don’t know why we celebrate, probably simply because it can be celebrated and for the New Year as well.

But again. How does she feel about saying unrelated things every time? I mean, maybe they're connected but I haven't listened to them so it sounds unrelated to me? There is no logic. I know I'm lazy, but I can't go against myself. I need to have a much better life because I have a good percentage of power, and I should have a bright future but there is one condition. Learning New things. It's not for me.

"Go to your rooms. You're free for the rest of the day." and the professor said the only sentence I loved, the only sentence I actually understand.

Lissa came up to me and smiled. The smiley blonde, with big green eyes, hopped around me waiting for me to get up and pick up the notebook from the table. It's still new. Notebook. No sentences are written in it.

. . .

"It's not fair. You're tall. You don't even need heels." Lis rolled her eyes. It's not my fault that she didn't grow up taller than meter and fifty. It's totally not my fault. Twenty-something centimeters that I'm taller can be ignored. And heels, totally not important.

I wore black jeans and a black T-shirt, which was quite plain at the front and lace at the back. I combined that with black heels and a black coat. It's cold outside, isn't it?

My red hair was picked up in a high ponytail, my blue eyes were accentuated with a little darker makeup, and my lips were covered with red lipstick. Perfect.

I'm confident, yes. Very. I don't care about others opinion. And I really, really don’t understand girls who imagine themselves to be fat, ugly or anything like that. You should be proud of yourself.

We went down to the living room to contact Stella, who is currently the Leader here. And always the same story. Your true identity must not be found out. I think we realized that already, how many times they repeated it to us.

"Stella, don't worry." I said with a smile, trying to calm her down.

"Yes. That's what Corran said a few years ago and now she's gone. The only heiress is gone. And we can't stand up to anyone if we lose one of the best witches." she replied. A little too panicked.

"I'm sorry that we're your best witches. Poor thing. We don't even seem to know what a witch is." I rolled my eyes and went out waiting for the taxi we had called a long time ago. It is insane to live in this desolate place, so close and at the same time far from London. Sick.

The taxi finally showed up, and within half an hour we were in town. We went into a club, whose name I didn't remember, and ordered a drink. Honestly this is pathetic. It is clearly written on the clubs that there are no entries under the age of 18, but gentlemen need earnings, so they let 14-year-olds in. And those brats are attacking me. I mean they are hitting on me.

Where the hell has this world gone?

The music was still beating at the same tempo as the DJs took turns, so that everyone could show off their skills. When the alcohol finally kicked in I went dancing. Soon someone was standing in front of me and moving just like me. For this guy I thought he was older, at least a little older than the previous ones.

"Tod." he said and laughed.

"Zoey." I answered. That's how everyone knows me here. I even have fake documents on that name.

"So why is such a beautiful girl alone?" he asked winking.

"Well she's thinking about how old the guy in front of her is, considering he's using pickup line that's older than Christ." I replied, and he laughed.

"I love when a girl has a sense of humor." He said. Wait, wait a minute, what?

"And me when the boy has a brain." I pointed at my head, and he was still laughing.

"You're interesting and funny." Oh please shut up. Please, please.

"You're stupid, aren't you?" I just turned around and walked out of the club.

There were some boys and a couple of girls in front with cigarettes in their hands. They laughed too loudly. Hey, let’s think positive, maybe it’s weed after all.

I went to a building and sat on its steps, trying to refine my hearing. Uh yes, I have a very developed hearing. Normally this is not common for witches, but I have always been special.

I tighten my coat at the gusts of wind as I listen to everyone around me. These clubs with too loud the music bothers me too much, but I can always ignore those sounds. Now I am left with a sick laugh of these smokers-drug addicts, I don't even know what they are. When I kick them out I can hear some ordinary people talking nonsense. And then I am left with that quiet voice, which I can barely hear, but I strain and it suddenly becomes clear to me.

'Help, someone help me.' I orient myself to the voice and walk into a dead end. Three guys are trying to hurt the girl. Great. I realize they fell silent when they saw me approaching, and the only thing heard was the pounding of my heels on the street.

"Come on, leave the girl alone."

"Wow, you're telling us. Redhead." one responds and the other two laugh.

"How funny. Think about a career as a comedian, you would entertain the audience." I roll my eyes and he looks at me questioningly. "What? Just leave the girl alone."

The first one looks at the others, and then they signal something with their eyes, and this one turns with a smile. What did I miss here?

"What do you think about being replacement for her. You're hot." he speaks, and I put some kind of smile on my face.

"Of course." I smiled again. "Go to the club and wait for me." I hand the girl a coat and give her some encouraging smile. She just nods her head trying to wipe away the tears, and leaves. It has always been my dream to spend some time with drunk idiots. I mean why the hell not? Right?

"What kind of replacement are we talking about?" I crossed my arms as I felt cold. So much power, and I'm still cold. It is not fair.

"A little fun." he smiles, and I realize he’s a hunter. Mark on the neck. s**t! What did I get myself into. No fear, relax Annabelle. You can die or live, not anything to worry about.

"You must be some big seducer when you catch girls around town like this." I keep defying, and he looks at me and laughs. Is he drunk?

Remember Stella's words. Come on, you can do it. Never show fear near the hunter. Okay, what else. Don't show any power if he doesn't know you're a witch. That can save you. Although the hate is long-lasting, the hunter will not recognize you if you do not reveal yourself, or if it does not follow you for some time. He didn't follow me, so there's no revelation. I mean, I guess he didn't follow me.

"You know I am." he answers thoughtfully.

"Well, let's see that, too." I laughed and approach him. And oops. I hit him where the sun does not shine. Well it was predictable, and he is stupid. When he started bending over in pain I just laughed. "If you ever need some fun just let me know, I'm sure I can make you never want it again." I winked, and the two of them fled. Am I that scary? I'm so cute. I headed to the club where there was still a girl with my coat.

"How did you get into that trouble?" I asked pointing to a dead end.

"The boyfriend told me to go outside, and I went out. There were those three in front of my building and they started walking towards me. I started running and ran into a dead end out of fear. I really thought it was all over." she took a breath and handed me my coat. "Thank you." she said with a smile.

"No problem, I'm glad I helped." I waved at her as she headed for her boyfriend. Apparently this is the one she should have been waiting for.

I re-entered the club and saw Lissa with some guy. I have to ruin this for her.

"Blondie, let's go." I said approaching her and this guy looked at me. Black hair raised up, brown eyes and a seductive smile. I'm really tired of guys like that. I'm tired of them. There are too many of them. They are all the same.

"Blondie?" He asked me, and I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, let's go." I replied and took Lissa's hand.

"I think the girl has her name, and she can decide if she wants to go." He replied. How much I hate when people try talk back to me. I hate it.

"Yes, thank you. I know she has a name, but if she plans to go home she will leave. Now. There's no ride for her later. " I snapped and looked at her.

"I can give her a ride back, it's no problem to do anything for this beauty," he said, and a smile spread across her face. Are you kidding me, does she like him?

"Or not?" I replied and pulled her behind me.

"You have my number. Text me." she said, turning to wave at him.

"Bye Lissa," he replied and sent her a kiss.

. . . . .

"Are you stupid?" I asked her when we arrived in front of the castle. "Did you tell him your real name? What the hell Lissa?" I panicked.

"I like him. Okay, I like him so much. "She replied, and I made a disgusted face and headed to the room." Good night to you too, Anna. " she commented before entering her room.

"It's going to be easy." I rolled my eyes and threw myself on the bed. Something rustled under me and I saw a piece of paper.

‘Tomorrow you are going to change your hairstyle, and put on lenses in a different color. It's about your safety, I'll explain. Stella. '

Lissa should be the one doing this, not me. She is the one who revealed her identity. I mean the guy doesn't know she's a witch, I guess, but he knows her name. Stupid girl.

. .

. . .

Michael P.O.V.

"I found her." I told the boss. "Everything matches. Blue eyes, fire-colored hair. She helped the girl today when we wanted to have some fun. There's no way she was just a bystander. We were at the bottom of a dead end. " I added.

"I want you to find out all about her," He replied in a deep, frightening voice. No one had ever seen him up close. He kept himself as a secret.

"She will not allow me to approach her. She hit me today, you know where. "I told him.

"Are you incapable? You have to do everything by yourself here." He replied in a louder tone.

"I'm sorry, boss. " I said softly.

"I'm not interested in your apologies. Please find out everything you can about her by Friday. I want all informations here, okay? And then I'm going to take over. ”He yelled, and then the guards came and took me out of this room.

This is impossible. I won't be able to find out anything about her. She's secretive. At the club when I asked people about her name they said Zoey. What's with that name? She must be Corran.