Midnight Witch

Every night, at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. As did I. I know by midnight, most, think its pitch black, dark outside. With no light, but the moons light. But, when you're a witch, you can see things others can't. Especially concerning the skies. We will see omens, good or bad, and as always the sky lights up for me every night at midnight, with amazing purple hues. This is unique to me and a few others, i have only heard of, but never met. We are called "Midnight Witches". This pivotol point in my day is when my connection to the goddesses are strongest. This means, it's when I get my best work done.

So, every night as if on cue, I awake. exactly at 11:30pm. My body and spirit just know its time. Tonight, just like every other, was typical. I got up, meditated, did my devotions and affirmations for myself and the Goddesses. And, I was just about to start on my herbal potions, when I heard a loud scream. I froze. No one shoud be anywhere near our farm ths time of night. We lived pretty secluded, it gave us the freedom, my family and I, to live and express our gifts free from judgement. The startling scream had me scrambling to our "War Room" this is where we kept our potions and weapons incase things did turn violent. You can never be too safe. Being a witch can put a target on your back for other supernatural creatures looking for "favors". The vampires tend to just want simple love spells, see they tend toward obsessive behavior toward their romantic interests, but who am I to judge. and the werewolves tend to want protection spells for their communes. But, on occasion we do gets requests for darker magic rarely practiced. Sometimes, things can turn nasty, hence, the "War Room".

I entered the room to find my parents, and sister, Sylvia, awake and preparing for the worst. The weird thing about the scream, is while it sounded supernatural, with strange tones intermixed, it also sounded masculine. Most supernatural men well, rarely, have I heard of one screaming unless being killed or tortured. All supernatural creatures are taught to fight. We do not live by the rules of the human world, and with the resources and strength we have, things can get out of hand. So we keep many secrets from the human world. So, I walked in and right away stated. "That was a male vampire". Every looked and said nothing. their solemn expressions said it all. A new fight for power had begun.

The vampire's kind of ran their world in a hierarchy. So, every now and again a bold group of power-hungry vampires would try to overthrow the king, I think their flair for drama, is just who they are. But, typically they kept their business away from our farm. Tonight, is different, I feel it in my bones, our life is about to change forever. These will be our last moments together in this house as a family. So, with a heavy heart I proceeded to grab a few potions and an axe made for battle and headed out.

As we made our way outside, I tried my best to stifle my sentimental emotions and push forward into the unknown of the night, luckily for me I have the light of the sky at my advantage. We finally emerged onto our back porch, I could see for miles, while the rest of my family couldn't. So, I took the lead.

"Dear Jesus, can you smell that?" Exclaimed Sylvia

"Unfortunately, yes my dear." my dad somberly stated, as he continued walking, "That, Sylvia is the smell of blood."