Samantha POV

I let everyone in and tell Dominic to set the girl on the couch. I then crowd the vampire and werewolf into my small kitchen so we can eat and talk.

"Where did she find her?" I ask as I layer cheese and peppers on top of the meat.

"When we showed up, she was unconscious. Hannah explained that the woman was being beaten by her ex, so she intervened and then called us." Julian explained before he took a big crunch out of his hard taco shell. Dominic then added,

"She then said that she had important stuff to take care of and then she left." He took a sip out of the pigs blood that I added to his cup form my storage. I roll my eyes at Hannah's behavior. She only cares about what is best for her and leaves everyone else all of the hard work.

We sat in silence in my living room, eating our very late supper. Only the crackling of my hearth and our chewing fills the room with sound. My eyes scan across my dimly lit room, the grey paint on the wall is starting to fade, and the different colored candles scattered around the room give off a witchy vibe. Which is good, because I am a witch.

I lived in this apartment for about 2 years now, and this is my fifth apartment building. I sign five year contracts with all of my homes so that I can keep moving and keep unknown. This comes with the perks of living for thousands of years. So far, I have lived in every state along the East Coast of America.

But I am only 150 years old, so I have some time to live.

Hannah, The Queen of Hell, found me begging on the streets for food after my mother kicked me out of her house for following the witch culture that her family follows. My mother rejected the culture and raised me after my father died when I was 10 years old. Once I found out about my heritage, I started studying behind my mother's back. After she found out, my 20 year old ass was kicked out onto the street with nothing but the clothes on my back.

Hannah took me in and sent me to a College of Magic. There, I studied, I practiced, I became a witch. It took almost 50 years for me to completely gain all control of my magic abilities. After I graduated from the academy, I worked undercover to identify enemy witches and demons.

"SAMAMTHA!" Julian waves his hand in front of my face to gain my attention.

"What?" I snap back, pissed off that he interrupted my train of thought.

"Dominic and I are going to leave. We already cleaned up the food in the kitchen, and we secured the apartment. Hannah thinks that someone is after this woman. Were going to stop by your house and add the security there again. Stay safe and switch places as soon as you can so we can get to you easier. I have had a bad feeling ever since I entered that woman's apartment." Nodding my head, I watch them leave.

I stand up from my chair and walk over to my sink. Tapping the sink faucet twice, hot and soapy water starts to run out of the tap. My hands wash my plate in the water and then with three taps, the water shuts off.

I turn off the kitchen light and walk into my bedroom to get changed into my black, silk nightdress. Then I walk to my front door, lock it, and I light the two white candles by the door to pure the energy brought by my three visitors.

I turn away from the front door to look at my apartment. The door opens right into the living room, and from the living room, you could go into the kitchen (center), my bedroom (left), or the bathroom (right). My house is littered in clear mason jars filled with different plants, stones, and crystals. The living room has many arm chairs and one couch all facing the hearth in the wall.

The girl that lays on the couch turns in her sleep, her arm giving her head a pillow. I walk back into my room and take out my moon and Black Tourmaline pillow and dark gray, hand crochet blanket. After putting the pillow under her head, I lay the blanket across her body so that she is all covered up. The air conditioner runs like crazy at night.

She shifts under the weight of the blanket, and she lets out a puff of air from her opened mouth. The puff of air catches my eye because of the white mist and silver sparkle in it. I immediately summon my Gilmore and open it up to the identification section. In this section, I have listed every known supernatural creature. This was to help me on my missions. I have had my Gilmore ever since I started in the academy. A Gilmore is a witch's book where she keeps spells, recipes, and different notes on everything that they find.

I flip through the witch section and speed past the nature witch and on to the cosmic witch. Cosmic Witches study and sometimes worship the astrological sciences. They are obsessed with the moon phases and keep tack of star rotations. The reason that I think that this woman is a Cosmic is because of the dust that she just blew out. This is the rarest type of dust.

Moon dust.

Moon dust is used mainly for ancient crafting and healing, but there hasn't been any dust on the earth ever since the 1900 BC. This is why Hannah thinks that this woman is being hunted. Moon dust is running through her veins. I knew that I could feel an energy come in with Dom and Julian, but I didn't know if it was the woman or an entity attached to any of them.

I slowly close my Gilmore and vanish it back into the trunk by the foot of my bed. This girl is the most important girl in the history of the supernatural. She could have been blessed by a powerful and ancient entity to carry the magic, she could be born with it, or she could be channeling the power from something else. My mind is running wild with theories of how she got the dust, and why she has it.

Her cheeks are hollowed out, her nose is bent where it got broke, and her eyebrow is cut. It looks barely healed. This girl has had a bad past.

Any one is worthy enough to given a good life, no matter their past. Look at me! I'm a witch that was apart of a cult for fifty years and can see dead people. Hell, I used to have lunch with the devil.

I stand up from my seated position and I walk into my bedroom, not closing the door so that I have a direct line of sight into the living room. Slipping under my deep green covers, I fall fast asleep, dreaming of a certain demon hunter for the first time in two years.