not every witch lives in salem.

“you don’t see me nitpicking your habits so don’t say anything about mine.”

“Technically this is my fourth. I had one before you got here. And no, it’s not too much if it keeps me awake and from hurting annoying people who try to point out the fact that I drink too much coffee…” 

          “no… in fact, i could really go for a six shot espresso right now.”

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                                     unfortunately for the witch, this type of situation had never happened, otherwise, she’d have some sort of plan on how the fuck to deal with this. maybe if she had lived in a big and glamorous city, this would have happened. people get murdered all the time in cities, but not in small, sleepy towns. people here died of natural causes like heart failure and old age, so when sabrina was preparing the body, she would catch glimpses of their last moments. a brief flash of panic that swelled up in the chest. a short, interrupted gasp cut by the heart giving up.

            this time, as her and her coworker unzipped the body with latex-gloved hands, her heart caught in her throat at what was beneath the plastic. one eye was missing, leaving a vacant socket. the other bulged like a balloon, pushing the eyelid back and stretching the skin. a small hole was present on the throat, as if a drill had been pushed in. several bruises spotted the lifeless skin, some black, some lavender and blue. her and sammy, her coworker, made brief eye contact after a moment. in his eyes she saw the crispness of alarm. this was not something that happened here.

      but the real panic didn’t set in until she began working on them, and the flashes came. one by one she saw what had happened. a masked attacker. a power drill, it’s angry roars vibrating the skull. the warmth of blood dripping down the cheek like hot tears. inked on the attacker’s fingers was a date: 06/07, in faded ink. 

   they had tried their best to make the deceased somewhat presentable. they’d cleaned the blood smears, smoothed the hair, and covered from the chin down with a thin sheet. the family, or someone in their family, would be here soon, and sabrina wasn’t sure what to do. nobody would believe her if she said she saw visions from the dead, but she couldn’t let the weight of this knowledge sit on her chest forever.

 What could he say? Whatever Jacob wanted to promise he knew there was a very real possibility that he’d never be able to keep it. For Sabrina and he had now become outcasts to the world they lived in, thrown over into the abyss. Heaven and Hell would want their dues, there would be no rest for them. An outlaw couple on the run, just like some old sob story told in a child’s book.

 They were to be parents, they now had a child on the way. With every inch of flesh and bone he’d protect them. Every last ounce of his strength would be poured out like water for the safety of Sabrina and their unborn baby. The nephilim allowed the little witch to cry her eyes out, doing his best to support his lover by pulling her even closer.

 “Whatever we have to.” Such words were spoken with an air of serious desperation, as if the world was ending. Which it very well might have been occurring with their little situation. Gingerly pale lips were placed against the top of Sabrina’s head, firm hands holding her steady. “We will probably have to move around, ward everything we have, and get married before the church excommunicates me.” That last one was a poor attempt at a joke.

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                                        ever since she was old enough to understand that she was capable of carrying life to term, she vowed to do everything in her power to prevent such an act. there was no way she’d bring something so innocent and vulnerable into a world like this; a world bent on destroying anything beautiful and vulnerable. it wasn’t that she didn’t want a family, no, she had a small seed of a dream regarding family. but she couldn’t watch a child loll about the world, unknowingly prancing above it’s own grave.

                 sabrina and jacob’s child was a different story. this little life was not half-witch half-human, like sabrina had always thought would be the case. this child was something other-worldly. the world hasn’t seen anything like this before. what powers would they posses? maybe they’d come out normal, all the genetics and chromosomes between sabrina and jacob canceling out, the eternal war continuing within their dna.

                 when jacob said they’d have to get married, sabrina giggled into the cloth of his shirt. in that moment, despite whatever loomed below and above them, she knew they’d be okay. their child would be protected. the powerful nephilim and the daughter of the devil were a pair to be reckoned with. for their child, she’d step into the dark version of herself she’d always ignored. nothing would touch their family, no matter how big it was.