catherine_book Catherine Norton

In Morto-Wayne, a town shrouded in mysticism and ancient secrets, young witch Elizabeth returns to look after her little siblings after the loss of their parents. She dreams of becoming strong and independent, but her life changes when Elizabeth learns that her sister is part of an old ritual and she will have to give her all to help her. When she encounters a mysterious vampire named Alexander-who has been alive for over a thousand years-everything gets even more confusing. Alexander is the victim of a witch's curse, possessing not only immense wisdom but also a dark past. Their meeting becomes the beginning of a wild and dangerous romance that intertwines love, betrayal, and the fight against evil. With each passing day, their bond grows deeper, and Elizabeth must decide if she is willing to risk everything for the love of a vampire whose secrets could destroy them both. In this thrilling fantasy of love and self-discovery, the characters will face dark forces and discover the true nature of their feelings.


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#vampire #magic #romantic #family #witch #mystic #werewolf
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Welcome to Morto-Wayne

Durham, North Carolina.


— You can't just send me to Morto-Wayne! - Elizabeth splashed her hands as she watched her friend run around their apartment and pack her things into a suitcase. - Where is my privacy?


— You've been living with me, sweetie, for four years. - Kai grinned, carefully selecting clothes for her trip. - You and I don't have any personal space from each other.


— I wish we did. - The girl hummed under her breath. She raised her hands, pulling the hair band tighter, while approaching her friend. - Explain why I should go there?


— First of all, you have to. - Liz rolled her eyes tiredly, feeling Kai's palms sink into her shoulders. - Call me a prophet, psychic, whatever you want, but I know you have to go back there. Secondly, - Kai put his hands around the blonde's face, pulling her close so she was looking into his eyes, - you lost your parents. You need to be home with your family. Both you and them need support. - The girl sniffed her nose, trying not to cry, remembering the events of three months ago. - I know you blame yourself for leaving right after the funeral. And, princess, trust me. I've never let you down before.


— What about study? - Elizabeth asked with childish naiveté, looking into the amber eyes of the brown-haired man that had already become dear to her, once again disappearing into them.


— You know, I'll take care of it. You'll get your degree. - Kai hummed, pulling the girl into his arms. - And don't forget, you can't say no to me.


— You can't compel me. - Liz grinned, nuzzling her nose into her friend's shoulder.


— Well I can threaten someone's life. - Kai yelled softly, feeling a faint slap on the back of his hand from the girl. - But I won't, because you'll do as I said anyway.


— I still don't understand how life bound me to you.


— It's fate. - Kai smiled, kissing the blond top of her head.


Elizabeth had never imagined that when she entered Duke University and moved to campus, life would throw Kaius Johnson, a thousand-year-old vampire who'd been a witch before his conversion and who'd immediately recognized her as a newly empowered witch.


Kai was persistent, stubborn, and annoying as far as their interactions were concerned. He literally stalked her, but was always there for her when she needed help. He initiated her into the supernatural world, a tale of witches, vampires, werewolves. It seemed to Liz that the guy was just a junkie, but in reality it was much more prosaic than that.


— Princess, where you going? - The vampire, as always, appeared as if from the ground, throwing his arm around the freshman's shoulder, completely oblivious to her friends nearby.


— You again. - Elizabeth mumbled, dropping the guy's arm. Her classmates, nodding to her, separated and walked towards the campus cafeteria. - You're interfering with my student life.


— I'm helping you lead your witch life. - Kai smiled charmingly, baring his teeth and throwing his arm back around the girl's shoulders. - Come on, what do you want to do today?


— Take a break from you.


— Are you aware that you're rude? - The vampire was naively indignant, putting his free hand to his heart. - You hurt me with every word you say. I can't believe how you were raised. The awful.


— Shut up. - Liz replied, turning away from him to hide the smile that appeared.


— I know you adore me secretly. - Kai gave her a quick peck on the cheek, scurrying forward so she wouldn't have time to bump him. - Come on catch up!


— We'll meet again, won't we? - The girl asked quietly, watching Kai gather, knowing the vampire would hear her question.


— You won't get rid of me that easily. - The boy grinned, seeing the corners of the witch's lips lift at his answer. - I'll miss you too, so we'll meet sooner than you can imagine.


— Is that a declaration of love? - Elizabeth winked, slowly putting her foot on her leg and leaning back on the bed, resting on her elbows.


— You'll be seducing other vampires, sweetie. - Kai laughed, still casting a meek glance at the witch's tanned legs, which were just slightly covered by the denim skirt. - You and I are like twins already.


— Oh, God forbid! - Liz lay fully on the bed, spreading her arms out to the side. - You know more than you're telling me, don't you?


— I only ever tell you what you need to know. Too much information is as bad as not enough.


— Do you think it's better to live with your grandmother or with the kids? - The girl looked at the ceiling, counting the number of cracks in it to calm herself down.


— Live at your parents house, you can always spend the night with the lovely Connie. - Kai looked thoughtfully at the black dress, wondering if she could use it.


— I've already called my school, - Elizabeth continued, rolling over onto her belly and watching the vampire's actions, - they've agreed to hire me as a history teacher, for a while.


— Well, is that good? - The boy suggested, looking at his friend questioningly. - I don't see why you should work, though, if you've saved enough while you've been living with me. And I'm providing for you.


— I can accept that when we're together. But taking your money and living apart is too much. - Kai rolled his eyes, still putting the dress in the suitcase. - Besides, you're the spender, not me.


— Sweetie, I've been a vampire for thousands of years. You don't have to worry about my money, I can still provide for your kids.


—That's not Johnson's actual last name, is it? - Liz snorted, sipping from a glass of dry white wine in the vampire's kitchen.


— Well, I don't use the real one much. - Kai shrugged, turning the meat in the pan.


— Couldn't you think of something more original?


— Be thankful it wasn't Smith. - The vampire grinned. - That's a little tip for you, by the way - most vampires five hundred years old and older will go by the most common surnames. We're the reason they're so popular.


— Tell me about yourself. - The girl spread butter on a toasted slice of bread, smelling the garlic. - Since I'm trusting you, I want to know who you are.


— You already know I'm a vampire. - Kai grinned, turning to face the witch and admiring her bread and butter in his own way. - I'm about fifteen hundred years old, I'm gorgeous, I love witches and I help them.


— Why? - Elizabeth asked, taking a bite immediately after.


— It's better to be friends with witches than enemies. - The vampire winked, taking a sip of wine. - Well, I have two older brothers and a younger sister, all vampires, but we don't see each other that often. Family ties have weakened a bit in over a thousand years. - The boy snorted, draining his glass in a gulp. Liz froze for a second, noting the change in mood at the mention of family.


— Is Kai your real name? - The girl tried to change the topic, setting her glass down as the vampire poured her every last drop to them.


— Yes, full Kaius.


— "Lucky." - Kai smiled as he heard her quiet whisper. Yes, from the Latin his name meant ''lucky''.


— And yours literally translates to ''God's swear''. - He chuckled, leaning his elbows on the tabletop so their faces were level. - It's fun, isn't it?


— What are you doing while I'm gone? - Elizabeth was making dinner for them, even though she knew Kai didn't need to eat regular food. But he liked it when she cooked.


— I'll visit a couple friends. - He waved his hand as he usually does, not wanting to initiate the girl into his plans. - White or red?


— I'm making a shrimp salad.


— So white.


Kai and Elisabeth had become so used to each other that they were like two halves of the same whole.

Every morning began with a ritual of their life together. Liz, with her straight-A student syndrome, her morning sleepiness, and her disheveled ponytail after a nap, was always the first to get up to make coffee. Kai, on the other hand, with a carefree smile and a slight casualness, hummed a tune as he entered the kitchen, catching the aroma of the freshly brewed beverage. Their morning rituals were simple but full of meaning: she would set two cups on the table, and he would bring cookies from the corner store that Lizzie loved so much.


They shared not only space but also thoughts. In the evenings, snuggled up on the couch with a plaid blanket, they discussed everything from the latest news to dreams of the future. Kai would joke and Liz would laugh, her laughter was like music that filled the room. At times like this, it seemed like they could talk about anything and never get tired of each other. Often, they had a glass of wine or a mug of warm cocoa in their hands.

On the weekends, they would go on little adventures - looking for interesting places to hang out or going for a walk in the park. Whenever they found themselves near water, whether it was a lake or the sea, Kai always reached for Liz's hand. They stood shoulder to shoulder, gazing at the horizon, and in such moments they realized: their friendship was not just a bond, it was more than that.

Kai didn't interfere with the witch's studies, she was too fascinated with history. Liz loved listening to the vampire's stories, because then she learned many facts firsthand - the War of Independence, Kennedy's Murder, the fight against racial segregation, colonial America and so on could go on ad infinitum. Thanks to this, the girl easily became an excellent student in her stream.

But Kai didn't forget about Liz's studies as a witch. He always gave her ancestral grimoires, turned one of her rooms into her altar, and even gave her his vampire power to feed on so she wouldn't get weaker. And as a teacher, he was strict.


Kai had learned to understand Elizabeth without words. He knew when she was worried or when she just needed to be quiet. And she in turn was always there for him in difficult times when he felt lost. Their support was like an invisible thread binding their hearts together.

With each passing year, their bond grew stronger and stronger. They started joking about living like an old married couple - sharing chores around the house and even choosing movies to watch together. But it wasn't boring; it was comfortable. They were like two trees rooted next to each other that grew together, intertwining their branches.


— Can you make butter toast? - Elizabeth asked, noticing how the vampire silently took out the bread.


— Okay, you're a vampire and I'm a witch. You're dead, I'm alive. - Liz recounted the latest information she had gotten from Kai as he looked at her mockingly. - You're afraid of the Sun, I'm nothing. Lupin is poison for vampires, rowan for witches.


— Smart girl. - hummed Kai, pulling out a bottle of wine. - Are you hungry?


- And garlic, holy water, god's crosses? - Ignoring the vampire's question, Elizabeth asked.


— Myth. - snorted the guy, pulling out two glasses. - White or red? - Liz nodded toward the light-colored bottle. - Are you hungry?


— I am, but I hope you're not.


Kai laughed at the young witch's quiet muttering, opening the refrigerator.


— I have garlic butter and bread.


— I'll settle for buttered toast. I'm still gonna get drunk tonight.


— Damn, I'm going to miss your food! - Kai said with his mouth full.


— And I'll miss your manners. - Liz grinned, stabbing the shrimp on her fork.


— A toast! - The vampire raised his hand with a glass in it. - To the best witch and vampire duo in history!


— How loudly spoken. - Elizabeth laughed, clinking glasses with Kai's and holding their glasses together. - Here's to best friends!


— Here's to us, princess! - Winked Kai, and both took a sip, smiling at each other.


***


Morto-Wayne, Arkansas


Pulling into town, the girl straightened her slumped back, twisting her head.


"Welcome to Morto-Wayne."


The familiar ash wood sign greeted her as she drove in, sending a herd of goosebumps running through her body. Three months she'd been out of town, with her family she'd communicated with exclusively by phone, god forbid more than once a week.


Three months they'd been gone. Nathan and Alice Dawson. The head doctor and respected surgeon of their town hospital, and the lovely Alice, who worked for the town. The whole town had gathered at the funeral, offering condolences to their children.


— My parents,- Liz held her breath, raising her eyes fearfully into the crowd of people, - they were wonderful. They took care of us, raised us in a house full of love and warmth. - The girl gripped the edges of the counter she was standing behind with force, feeling the wooden edges digging into her palms with pain. - They treated our city with the same care. They were sensitive, kind and respectful people here. And that is how they will remain in our memory. Death always comes uninvited and it is only at this moment, standing here, that we realize how grateful we are to those who died. I hope we all have only good things to remember them by.


Uncle Mike, her father's brother, gave her a hand and helped her down. Elizabeth gave her brother and sister a quick glance and walked on, getting into her car.


- Hello? Are you done already? How are you?


- How awful is it that I want to leave right now? - Liz sobbed quietly, pressing her palm to her lips to muffle the sound. - I can't, Kai. I can't.


- Wait, I'll be right there.


Liz was already weaned on her hometown, having lived in Durham for five years. Her school campus alone was as big, if not bigger, than Morto-Wayne. The quiet, southern town she'd grown up in. Liz drove through the center, which was reduced to a cafe and a main square with a church at its head, and turned onto a familiar street. How many people live here? About thirteen thousand people, maybe, if not less, considering how many graduates were leaving here.


Already from afar, against the sun, Elizabeth sees her grandmother's house, which immediately catches her eye. On a picturesque street lined with Arkansas greenery sprawls a gorgeous private home that Liz has been in almost more than her parents'. Its front, clad in light-colored brick and natural wood trim, exuded elegance and style. Tall arched windows framed by carved shutters let sunlight pour inside, which always created even more coziness inside.


The roof, covered with deep burgundy colored tiles, flows seamlessly into the dormer windows. The front door, made of solid oak and adorned with ornate metalwork, was always opened by a smiling Connie, allowing her to smell the aroma of freshly baked cookies.


Around the house was a consistently lovely manicured garden with neatly trimmed lawns and flower beds where bright roses and lilies contrasted with the greenery. Natural stone paths lead to cozy seating areas and a wicket gate to the entrance to the back yard.


The terrace, framed by carved railings, features wicker chairs and tables where Granny enjoyed her morning coffee or evening glass of wine.


This house is more than just a building; it is the realization of a lifestyle where every detail has been thought out. It was a mirror of Connie's and there was no place more important to Liz than this house.


Elizabeth loved her parents' home, her room, the kitchen where her father cooked and the living room where they usually all gathered together on Friday nights. It stood across the street from her grandmother's house and was the total opposite.


It was a typical middle-class house made of white painted wood, with a brown roof that had already been redone three times after storms and rains. There was a swing hanging on the patio where her mother always gossiped with her so the other family members couldn't hear.


Their front yard was ordinary - a short mowed lawn, no flowerbeds or bushes. The only thing that always distinguished their house was the flower wreath that her mother changed every season according to the time of year. Alice used to hang it on the front door, and if Elizabeth hadn't paid much attention to it before, now her heart ached to see that it was still a headband of fake pink and white flowers with green leaves on the door. It was a spring wreath.


Liz stopped the car, looking in front of her and clutching the leather steering wheel, leaving nail marks.


My Lord, - the girl whispered under her breath, covering her eyes, - help me through the challenges of this year. Be by my side. And I will always repay you in kind.


Elizabeth opened her eyes quickly when she heard the whisper in answer and smiled at herself in the mirrors and left the car.


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