Chapter 18: Violet

When I got back to the hotel, I brought the bags into the room in two trips and laid out the clothes on the bed. I put the shampoo, conditioner and bodywash into the bathroom. I immediately stripped down and turned on the shower. I was going to shed my sad sweatsuit, shower and come out a new person.

I came out of the shower and smelled like lavender and sandalwood. I dried off and put on my new purple shorts and camisole. I looked in the mirror and I loved my new pajamas. They were so soft and a far cry from what I normally wore. I folded the clothes and put them in the dresser. I didn’t have any luggage, so I kept the bags they came in for when I was ready to move on.

I pulled the book from the nightstand and started to read through it. The first page was a protection spell. If I could put a spell on this town, I could potentially stay longer. I liked the people here, so far. This could be my temporary home until I figured out what to do about Eli. I was far enough away that I could hide, but close enough in case the coven needed me.

The spell asked for a white candle. “Damn, I don’t have a white candle. I need to find a store that sells items that can be used for spells.” I say to myself as I look over the spell. Overall, it seemed pretty easy. I started to make a list, so I knew what to get when I do find a store.

I flipped through the pages and saw a spell for fire. If I could make a fire with something that was white, I would be able to do the protection spell. Even back in Salem witches had to improvise. And that’s what I would need to do. I looked around the room and found my receipt from target. This would have to do. I twisted it into a tight wick.

The spell was in Latin, but it held the same meaning in English. I held up the wick and said, “make them see what cannot be, flames that leap to make them flee.” I chanted this three times focusing on the wick I made. I stopped. Nothing happened. The wick was still just a piece of paper.

“Maybe I’m not doing this right.” I set the wick down and looked over the spell. Myrtle didn’t need to do a spell to create the lightning. She just snapped her fingers and a lightning bolt that would put Zeus to shame came into being.

I held up my wick and instead of chanting I just snapped my fingers and a small flame burst to life at the end of the wick.

“Oh my god!” I laughed at the flame as it grew. “Ok now protection spell.”

I flipped to the protection spell. I sat at the edge of the bed and put the wick between my knees to hold it up straight. “Elements of the sun, elements of the day, please come this way. Powers of the night and moon I summon you. I call upon you to protect me. Hide me from those that want to cause me harm and see to my safety.” I clapped my hands together. From my body, a wave shot out and pushed away quickly through the walls and beyond like a shock wave. The flame on the candle blew out. I exhaled and I could see my breath.

“I guess that worked.” I laughed to myself. I snapped my fingers, and the flame came back to life on the end of the wick. “I could get used to that.”

I spent the rest of the night reading through some spells. The flame I had down, protection spell seemed to work. I read over a spell about telekinesis. Seeing that the other spells didn’t need words to conjure it, maybe this one didn’t either. I looked at the remote that was lying next to the tv on the dresser. I held out my hand and almost instantaneously the remote drifted to my hand.

“Holy shit! That worked!” I squealed. I looked around the room for other things I could call to me. I called all my shoes, opened drawers, put things back in their place and moved everything I could in the room.

I spent the rest of the night practicing lighting the wick and calling different items to me. I felt full of power, and it streamed through me as I continued to use my powers. I could really feel it. I was different than what I have seen from other witches going through the turning. They would need to use a chant and would need to call each and every item. I just had to think about it, and it came to me.

A few days ago, I thought I was just an average witch. Nothing special, nothing powerful. But now I could see what Myrtle saw. I was powerful. I was different. Maybe I would be able to bring change to my coven.

After a few hours of practicing, exhaustion swept over me. I was ready for bed. It was a long day and with all of the changes I was going through, I needed to rest. I laid down and looked at the ceiling. My mind drifted on to what my familiar would be. When would it show up? What type of animal would it be? Would I know it when I saw it? My eyes grew heavy, and I drifted off.