Deadly Secrets - Emma Smith (howl and other poems TXT) 📗

of smoke escaped and revealed a flaming loaf of bread. I waved my hand in front of my face trying to avoid the smoke. I grabbed the fire extinguisher, pulled the plastic tab out with my teeth ,and aimed it at the flaming oven. I spread the oven and covered it with the white foam. I turned around to see Nona laughing.
“what?” I asked with a sour look on my face.
“This proves my theory that you can’t cook anything but pasta and cereal.” She laughed at me.
“Shut up. Now where’s the pasta?” I said looking around the kitchen. Nona laughed even harder at me,
“We ran out last week, and when you went to get some you came back crying about seeing a Windigo.” I rolled my eyes at her,
“Fine cereal it is.” Once again, she laughed at me as I got out my coco puffs cereal that literally had my name written in big large letters on the box. I sat down at the tiny kitchen table and started munching on handfuls of cereal.
“So, what exactly did you see last night?” she asked me. I lifted my index finger up at her to tell her to wait while I munched on my milk-less cereal.
“I saw a man sucking some girl dry, and when a car went by he saw me.” I explained to her.
“do you know who it was?” she asked me.
“No I don’t.” Lie…
“Did he chase you?”
“Yeah, he did and for a moment he caught me.”
“Then what?” she asked me
“I hexed him and ran.”
“have you seen him since then?”
“Nope.” Another lie.
"Oh that's good, because you know what happens when you discover a vampires identity, right?" She asked me.
"they kill you." I said with a mouthful of cereal. She looked at me astonished,
"What? No. They just erase your memories, sometimes you will forget who you are and where your from, But they never kill you that's against the Council rules." She said flapping her hands all around as she spoke. Her words plaid over and over again in my head "against the Council"
"Nanna, what's the Council?" I asked her curiously. She sighed and took a sip of her coffee before answering me,
"Well, the Council as founded by the first supernatural beings. Two of each kind. And then as the died off their decedents took there place. Now the Council it's self is like the government, more like a tyranny, for the supernatural world. Including us. Also just like our government they have laws and if any of these laws are broken or disobeyed.... let's just say that its not pretty."
"Nona, who do you know all this?"
"My father was a werewolf. So me being an offspring of one I needed to know all of the laws as well even though technically I'm mortal." When she told me this i chocked on my cereal.
"then you a wolf?" I asked her.
"Oh god no! A female wolf is almost unheard of. So I can assure you I'm just a well informed old woman taking care of a witch." She smiled at me and patted my hand. She suddenly got up and headed for the stairs.
"Nona?" I asked her.
"I just remembered something I have to show you." she hollered from her room. I heard boxes shifting and things fall from the shelves from up stairs. What the hell is she doing up there? She came down the stairs and entered the kitchen with what looked like a book in her hands. she sat down at the table across from me and slid the book across the table. I picked up the book up and examined it. the book looked hand made and was constructed out of two slabs of oak that were carefully bound with six strings weaving in and out in between the pages. As I lifted the cover to look inside, but before I could Nona stopped me.
"Before you open that, let me just tell you where I found it... in your parents room." My eyes widened and I flung the cover of the book open. I gasped when I saw that every page was covered with the same handwriting that was on every birthday card, Christmas card, present and cake that I received until I was twelve. There was no mistaking my mom's handwriting. I began to read the book and realized that it had diagrams of Pentagrams and drawings of the human body. As I began to read it I also realized that it was something far more then a diary. I closed the book and looked up at Nona. It seems as if even though my parents were the people I treasured the most, I still have much to learn about them.
"well what what does it say? I would read it my self but I can't read Russian." she said.
"it's not a diary. Its a grimoire."
IV

"Are you sure?" she asked me wide eyed. I set the book on the table and slide across to her. I pointed to one of the diagrams drawn on one of the pages.
"See this. That's Witch hazel. She drew a diagram to show what part of the flower to use. She then gives instructions on how to turn it into an elixir. Nona, this is a spell how to create a poison for other witches, but yet the creator will stay immune." I told her.
"Oh my God, Savanna developing new spells with out permission is forbidden. What if-"
"My mother was a lot of things, but she wasn't a criminal."
"I know that, but maybe the Council deemed her as a threat so they..."
"they killed her..." I said in disbelief.
"Then why did they kill my Father ,and then try to kill me? My father was mortal." I stated. She nodded her head and looked up at me,
"Yes, as far as I know your Father was mortal. However June and Arnold were both very... secretive. To tell you the truth sometimes I fell as if I barely knew them." with my cereal box in my hand I stood up and started walking up stairs.
"where are you going?" she asked me.
"bed." I answered.
"Alright then..." I turned away and walked up the stairs.
"oh, Savanna one more thing," she said.
"Yes?" I asked her.
"If you mom was really exterminated and so was your father, they might try to do the same to you. So please be careful." she told me.
"always am." I simply said. She smiled at me and sipped her coffee. I closed my bed room and glanced down at the book in m hands. I flopped onto my bed and flipped the cover of the grimoire. I stared at the witch hazel elixir. What if the spells in this grimoire didn't work and my mother was wrong? I got up and walked over to my desk I pulled out my chair and sat down. I flipped on my desk light and read the grimoire. I opened my top drawer and looked to the jar with "witch hazel" written on the lid. I pulled out the jar and winced at the stinging toxins that seeped through the glass. I unscrewed the lid and shook out several flowers, careful not to touch them. If I were to touch them I would be given a third degree burn that would last for several weeks and most likely leave a scare. I slipped on latex gloves and used a pinned to secure the flowers and used tweezers and a blade scalpels to slice the flower in half. I cut cut out the center vain of the flower along with bottom half of the flower and the pollen sack. I took out my granite pestle and mortar bowl and threw the mutilated flowers into the bowl using the tweezers. I then shook some dried Agrimony into the bowl. I then also added Juniper. I ground the flowers and herbs with the pestle until the flower was liquid. I poured water into the bowl just as the grimoire instructed.I covered the mortar with a piece of burlap cloth and tied it tight with a piece of string. I then removed my gloves and took the mortar into my hands. I imagined a blue flame boiling the water ,incinerating the herds, and mixing with the toxic liquids of the hazel. I opened my eyes and removed the cloth to see the pieces the beaten and mutilated flower floating in a clear liquid with a blue hue. I took my glass dropper out of the drawer and barely filled it with the elixir. I dropped a drop on my hand and waited for the pain. When it didn't come I looked down at my hand and saw the elixir bubbling on the surface of my flesh and I