Lisa & Lewis Collection - Books One to Three
Chapter Five.

Before John left my home, if he ever did…, as I had no idea as to where he went when he vanished…, whatever…, but he kindly inscribed unseen wards and runes upon my home. I could see him writing words of some kind, and which he told me they were runes and that they would protect my home from unwanted visitors.

I watched him, but as he finished the words or wards, they faded out of view, he must have understood my thoughts, as he looked to me and spoke. “They are still there…, just not visible to the human eye. They will especially prevent Father Gerald or any of his kind from harming you, and even if the girls invite him into your home entry will be prohibited, as these runes and wards are attuned to you, and you alone.” He said.

I looked and thanked him and then enquired, “Was your church protected in the same way”? He looked at me and must have understood my concerns, as he smiled reached forward and took my hand. “Yes…, well kind of but they were attuned to allow in the public, but not supernatural life forms…, except unfortunately it no longer applied to Father Gerald.”

I looked confused and he laughed, “He wrote the original wards and runes and did it when I was but a novice and before he was part of the dark side…, we tried changing them…, but because he was part of the original foundation he could pass through our pathetic attempts at stopping him…, but with your home he has no connection and will be unable to pass nor get someone to alter the wards.”

Before I became ill, I had the strength to resist Father Gerald…, and I was able for a time to keep the church safe, but somehow, I became ill and after a time…, I simply did not have the inner strength to resist him.”

I could see this truly hurt his pride, yet he humbly told me of his failings, I looked at him and thanked him…, and as he saw I was tired and desperately needed to sleep, he lifted the files he took from Brother Lewis and before my eyes he vanished.

What surprised me was my dreams, as this night was different…, and I cannot honestly say why…, but I dreamed of my true blood father who I never really knew, and I saw him in his younger years, and he was not what my mother had told me. He was apparently something different…, and to my surprise it was not human, at least not within my dream.

I had no real memories of him, as I grew up not knowing him, but I had seen early photographs of him and artist impressions. Mother had told me he was a travelling gypsy singer… and died before I was born.

Yet in my dream I think he was Fay…, or some kind of fairy or mystical creature, and I saw him dancing and playing a violin. He was kind and a special friend to the travelling community, and he had fallen in love with my mother, and I was the result, however my siblings were from a different father, but within the travelling community that was accepted and not unusual.

Just before I awoke my father blew me a kiss and smiled and handed to me his violin and bow, and I placed them by my bed and we danced until the sun rose…, and then I awoke. I had forgot to change my alarm and it awoke me as if I was going to get myself ready for work, before I got the girls up and helped them ready for school.

I showered and dried my hair and came to my room and as I did, there on my chair which I kept next to my bed, was the violin and bow. I was stunned, “No…, no that can’t be, it was…, it was a dream,” I said to myself, yet there before me laid the violin, and it was old and semi valuable, but priceless to me, and something I would truly treasure and never part with.

As I dressed and then picked up the violin my mind flashed back to the last few moments of my dream, My Father had whispered into my ear as we had been dancing.

“Your mother is gone my child…, and your daughter is marked…, so you need to keep her safe…, Father John will be by your side and protect the child, but you and she is in real danger, and I have called upon the outsiders to help…, I knew not as to what he was referring about…, but he faded and I was left holding his violin.

Yasmin looked better this morning and confided to me that her night’s sleep was unbroken and there had not been anyone within her room watching her. However, Elsa was back to be a grade A bitch, and not the child I gave birth to.

I am sure something came and switched my child leaving me this monster before me. I took a look at her school skirt and she had altered its length, and if she moved her knickers showed. And the blouse had been altered and her hair was pink and spiked.

Dear Lord, I do not know how I held back from slapping her there and then. She just stood by the kitchen sink chewing gum and applying lipstick. Honestly, I do not know what came over me, and I am a police officer as well, and a respectful member of the community…, but honestly, I just lost it.

“You’re not leaving without having breakfast and a drink”, I told her, and she looked shocked expecting an altercation. As I boiled the kettle and unseen to my daughter, I emptied three sleeping pills into her mug and made her a mug of sugary tea, and some toast.

As she consumed the toast and drank the tea, I spoke. “Elsa, we need to talk,” she looked at me expecting the usual flare up, but I forced myself to stay calm, as I knew she would soon fall asleep.

“What is it…, I need to meet my friends,” she said all angrily, but I never took the bait. “You have plenty of time, but you need to be aware of the danger we are in,” I replied.

“John has come to help us, and he wants to talk with you…, could you wait just a few minutes longer and he will take you in his car to school…, or to meet with your friends.”

I knew it was a lie…, but hell there was no way I intended to let her out of my house looking like that. There was a ring of the doorbell and Elsa looked thinking it was John, but when Yasmin opened the door it was Tessa one of the mothers of her friend, and who had come to take her to school.

We had talked it over and I promised her if she did not react and throw a tantrum then I would purchase her a whole new wardrobe of clothes.

It worked and her eyes had lit in excitement, at thinking of what she could buy, but Elsa was disappointed, “He will be here soon,” I told her and by the time I walked back into the kitchen she was asleep, so I phoned her school and told them she was not so well and would be staying home with me for the day.

Then I phoned Eliza my friend for years, he was as gay as they came and one true drama queen, and I explained my problem…, bless him an hour and a bit later he arrived, and I let him in via the back door.

Honestly, he was the stereo typical cinema portrayed Gay, and he loved it, he took one look at Elsa and held a hand to his face, “Oh my…, what does she look like, you poor love…, I am glad I at least will never have to face such problems…, now love let’s see what we can do.”

I gripped Elsa by the hair and reached across to the kitchen draw and pulled out the scissors.

Eliza blinked as I passed them to him, “Oh my…, a bit drastic…, but then she is such a dramatist,” he explained, and he took the scissors and I sat her up while he cut her hair, after an hour he had washed and set the hair and I had stripped her only to find she had three secret tattoos and a stud in her tongue, and a ring in her navel…, but to my horror was the ring at the lip of her vagina.

Elisa put a hand to his face and told me how to remove it, and the stud in her navel. I simply did not want or know how to remove the tongue stud, but I intended to inform the school of my actions and of what I expected of them, as they must have been aware of the stud and her behaviour long before I was.

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