Her mother only smiled at her before going to speak, “You have started to remember,” she accepted the fact that she did erase her memory, “You are being a disobedient child again. You were so well behaved, listening to every word I said without questioning with any why’s but there were times,” the black witch paused, her steps again starting to move where Penny only moved farther away, “You know, the spell on the mind was supposed to last forever yet your curious little mind kept coming back,” her eyes narrowed down not liking it.
“So you erased it all over again,” Penny gulped the air when her eyes caught hold a bundle of a stick in her mother’s hand. It wasn’t any bundle of stick but a voodoo doll that was made for her.
“I had to. You could be very rude, a child is supposed to listen to the parent but you always and always had to rebel,” her mother stressed the word ‘always’, “I was only teaching you to be good, Penny. Don’t blame, mama for it.”
“It was you, wasn’t it? Trying to sink me in the water. Why do you want to kill me? If as you say you did erase my memories I was a good child in your eyes.”
“Because you will remember things you don’t have to. Don’t you see, Penny? I am only trying to help you and lessen your burden.”
“By killing me?” Penny asked appalled. This person, she had hoped somewhere deep down that her mother would apologize and regret the problems that had been created. But here she was unsympathetic about the matter.
“Yes, of course. I thought we could live together, for a long time but here you are who knows who I am. Which is why you will need to die, my daughter. Do you know what is the best thing about the voodoo doll?” her mother asked raising the doll in her hand, “It will do just as you want. All I need to do is whisper some words and then you go. Poof!” her mother laughed at her own words.
“I am your daughter. How can you have the heart to kill me?” Penny’s voice cracked at the end, her emotions filling up until her throat.
“I am only removing the burdens from your shoulders, Penny. You are my daughter and I have the right. My perfect daughter,” her mother said before twisting the voodoo doll’s leg.
Though the black witch had come prepared with the voodoo doll when she found out that her daughter was here but the woman hadn’t done enough preparation as she had no idea what Penny had been doing until now in her absence, especially after she found out who she was.
When her mother twisted the leg, she had expected Penny’s leg to twist as that was how the voodoo black magic worked but Penny stood still staring back at the woman. Her mother frowned, twisting another leg and then going for the arm but nothing ever came to happen to the girl who stood in front of her unharmed.
She pulled out another voodoo doll of a bundle when Penny asked, “Tell me why you so desperately want to kill me? I have done nothing but followed your words, you cannot kill me just like that.”
“Oh, I will and you will die, Penny.”
“You had all the time you wanted back then. Why kill me now?” she confronted her mother who was trying to fix something on the voodoo.
“Was this something that has been bugging your mind? I can tell by the look on your face it has been on your mind,” she let out a tired sigh through her lips, “You were my ticket,” Penny didn’t understand what she meant by it. Seeing this her mother stopped fiddling with the doll and said, “Do you think we got to stay in the village just like that? You were the testament to show we were normal humans though a lot of them didn’t like us which you already know. Poor you, always getting beaten by the villagers.”
“I know it was you who did it,” Penny gritted her teeth, her hands clutching the sides of her dress remembering what she had dreamt. All this while she had used her very own daughter as an alibi that she was normal and had a family.
A wicked smile fell on her mother’s lips, “I must say, you were a very annoying child. I had to shut you up, I must say though…I did enjoy it, to release the stress as the villagers kept a keen eye to what I did outside but who cared what happened inside the house. What can I say, little children, are always entertaining when it comes to beating them up,” though Penny knew it was her mother who was telling her all these things, she still couldn’t believe it.
The person she knew and the person now were poles apart from that she would have never imagined it if someone told her the truth.
“It is ready. We can start the ritual and have you gone before that pureblooded vampire notices. I must say he is a very handsome man, to even help me the last time he had stepped in here when I was having a fight with another black witch. I should probably get him once I am done with you,” her mother smiled, breaking the hands of the voodoo doll as she anticipated for Penny’s hands to break which again didn’t happen, “Why is it not working!” she heard her mother’s frustrated voice as if she was in a hurry to leave somewhere.
Her mother tapped the doll on the palm of her hand while using the black magic on it. It was then Penny said,
“It isn’t going to work. It might have worked once, twice but it won’t the third time,” her mother raised her eyes to her daughter, eyes narrowed, “I am a white witch mother. Something that I acquired from father.”
The black witch twisted her mouth. She knew that the girl would turn out to be a white witch if she wasn’t going to be a human but that never bothered her, “So what? You are an inexperienced white witch who knows nothing,” the girl would have hardly found any time to learn anything about herself. Especially with the council and the hunters have a keen eye where no one liked witches, it would be hard to do anything.
Penelope herself had placed her hand in her dress pocket who pulled out the rosemary which she held in her hand tightly, “You shouldn’t be overconfident about it…”
