I knew this call was coming its always does history likes to repeat its self, for as long as us witches can remember we have always been called to help this vampire, most of the witches that has helped has died or lost our magic soon after we die as our bodies can't survive without it, I grab a bag and start putting the things I need in for the spell to i also put the things in i will need to break the oath that binds us to this vampire i walk around picking things up when i hear someone enter my house, I might have known it would be you that come to try and stop me, I turn my head a little and say please don't do this mo phàiste (my child) you know what can happen I don't want to lose you, my Mother tells me. Mum I have to do this, I know the risks but I know in my heart I am strong enou

