Linda watched the girl make notes in a little red book as she inspected a bunch of plants. When she was done she turned suddenly towards Linda, and cocked her head to the side as if thinking. All of a sudden she grinned and clapped her hands together, suddenly seeming excited for something.
“My name is Sybille, what is yours?”
“Linda.” The smile Sybille gave her was so sincere, it put Linda’s mind at ease.
“Well, where to start?”Sybille said laughing, “From the beginning I suppose. I am a kitchen witch. Basically a healer, I make remedies for people. Now to clear some things up. Pagans do not worship demons, believe in demons to begin with, make any sort of sacrifices, or harm anyone in any way. ‘An it harm none, do what ye will.’ As long as no one is harmed, including yourself do what you want. That being said-”
Linda remained silent, she remembered being told, as a Catholic, never to associate with Pagans for the curses they might put on her.

“-I also have a secret. You, Linda, are a Vampyre.”