Peter spoke to the stranger with ease as though they had known each other for a long time.
He needed someone to talk to and this was just a perfect timing or coincidence of nature.
He spoke out loud of all he had faced from his youth how he loved to please his father, the fear of his father drove him to commit unspeakable crimes.
He then heard a familiar voice respond to him.
"Crimes like what?." He turned around and saw Chloe.
He stared into nothing looking for the stranger but finding no one.
He could swear on his father's death bed that someone was here.
"Who are you looking for you have being talking to your self for a long time." Peter looked back and saw another lady, Chloe was no where to be seen.
He ran out.
That was Peters safe zone, whenever he felt alone he would go to the cemetery and vent out is anger to rotting bones.
But then again who goes to the cemetery when they feel lonely, weirdos real men go to the bar.
Peter went to the strippers club, but this time it was a different form it was a gays strippers club.
Where the man dressed in bikinis, as other men made there pick.
Peter went in, it was his first time visiting this pub.
A huge man caressed his shoulder making him jump.
"Woah, slow down there partner." He responded while looking for a calm place to sit.
He saw a beautiful waitress.
She served him what he ordered.
"What's a beautiful lady like you doing in this parts."
Peter asked.
The lady smiled at him and gave him a card with a room number on it, and walked away silently.
He rolled his eyes, does the mystery never end?.
He walked into the room and saw someone he could never forget.
"But you are dead." Peter said falling to the ground.
The man on the bed simply smiled .
He was an immortal and although the oak does destroy immortals, he was an original, one that could never be destroyed, only weakened.
His laughter echoed through the walls.
"Listen Peter, I am your father, and I take great pride knowing that you tried to end my life.
But listen if you can not beat them you join them, you lived to please did you not.
At least that was what you said in the cemetery."
Peter looked at his father, so that meant that his father could shape shift now.
He could literally be anywhere under Peters nose.
Could life get any worse?.
"I hate you father, you turned me into something I am not.
I want to be human again, how can I?, tell me."
Peter screamed at his father, who just smiled all the way.
His father told Peter that there was no cure, but he knew that he lied.
He had killed the only one who could be the cure.
She was part human, part witch never to be seen again.
Amanda with the witches bone in her hand stood before the stone that covered her body.
Amanda shivered, it was dark and she was alone, she missed her brother.
If her brother were here, he would have stood by her, and supported her thoroughly.
"I command thee,mother of all who seek redemption, to rise from your sleep and help your children."
Nothing happened, Amanda looked at the book in her hand again, she was saying the right words but nothing happened as it should.
"I command thee, mother of immortals, rise and help those who need thee."
Nothing happened, she was getting frustrated, she turned around to leave.
But Amanda was known to be arrogant and she would not just leave like that without hurting someone's feelings.
And she would not even spare the dead from her nature.
"You are not real, I believe If I came here you would help me.
But you continue to sleep when your people are being ruined.
Keep on sleeping."
Amanda moved on, but she was shaken to her knees by an earthquake.
Then a breeze, and then a voice behind her.
"If you seek help from the dead, where is your sacrifice?, and why do you command an Elder?."
Amanda turned around and saw the old lady, the witch she has heard so much about, and she knelt.
She apologized and promised to bring whatever sacrifice she wanted.
The old lady responded "I need seven young virgins tomorrow night.
Failure to bring them in my tomb, and I will have your head instead."
Amanda smiled either way she has come this far and so she was going to give the old lady whatever she wanted.
But then what would she gain?
"You are wrong witch, I am an immortal, and I was taught that whoever resurrects the Elder is her master.
I had forgotten and that was why I knelt earlier.
But right now I will take my place as your master.
You answer to me."
The witches anger grew to the brim and spilled over, Amanda could barely stand her blood spilling.
The witch walked near to Amanda and licked her face, the blood on the witches tongue.
"You might be immortal, but I am a witch, I feed on immortals.
And if you dare threaten me again I would feed on you as long as you live.
Now tell me why did you bring me here, back to this rotten world."
Amanda blinked, in order to regain her consciousness.
"Well, my brother is sleeping, and I want to know, I need to wake him up."
The witch laughed, fine get me the seven ladies and I will do as you ask.
Amanda walked away smiling with the beat of triumph pounding in her heart.
But the old with had other plans.
According to the laws when she was done with her task she would have to go back to the land of the dead.
Those seven ladies were not for Amanda but for her.