Tales of Aradia The Last Witch Volume 3 by L.A. Jones Page A

into Lamont's ear.
    Aradia did not hear Lamont's
reply. He was already at the dance floor with his arms around
Francesca. As usual when Lamont danced people turned to watch him,
and the girl he was dancing with.
    No doubt, people are envying
her, Aradia thought, just like when Lamont dances with
me.
    A bit of bitterness found
its way into Aradia's subconscious. She had to admit she enjoyed
going on dates with Lamont. However, there were down sides to it as
well. The attention she got and the glamour were enjoyable but when
it really came down to it, Aradia felt like a celebrity girlfriend:
a woman caught up in the lifestyle rather than the relationship.
Another down side was the insecurity that came with being a
celebrity girlfriend. Most of all, there was always that feeling
that Aradia got whenever she and Lamont went out somewhere in
public. The feeling that being Lamont's girl was a very short-lived
and temporary position. That can't be true, Aradia argued with
herself, Lamont is a sweet guy, and very nice to me. Besides, I am
the last witch! Who on earth could top that? Still, Aradia thought,
there would always be that worry in the back of my mind, and that
would definitely be one more stressful worry I would not
need.
    As she watched Lamont and
Francesca dance, Aradia began to remember Brenna's advice: that she
if had an opportunity to be with someone for love she should take
it. Considering what Brenna had been through, Aradia could trust
her in the fact that she knew what she was talking
about.
    Aradia's thoughts continued
to wander, but it as she was turning her head to look around when
she spotted someone. At first, she thought with his blonde hair the
vampire reminded her of Dax, but as Aradia thought about it, she
realized that that was not it. Suddenly, like a lightning bolt
hitting a tree and setting it on fire, Aradia remembered where she
had seen him. It was at the head of all the vampire clans in
Pennsylvania's house! He had been there when Henry had captured
her!
    Aradia sprung to her feet,
squeezed out of the booth, and ran towards the vampire whose nose
and head began to twitch like an animal sensing a predator. He
turned his head, and saw Aradia making her way towards him. His
eyes grew wide with fear, and spun around to race out of the
lounge.
    "Oh no you don't!" Aradia
shouted reaching out a hand to grab him. It was too late, Saul had
moved swiftly through the crowds and out the back door. Aradia
followed him, and after getting over the shock of the cold wind
against her hot skin, she looked up and down the alleyway to see
where he had gone. Alas it was no use he had completely vanished,
and Aradia stomped her foot in frustration.
    Lamont had run after her,
and asked what was wrong. Aradia did not answer him, and after
taking one last look around she hooked her arm through Lamont's and
lead him back inside.
     
    Saul stood on the roof of
the building next door, and had watched as Aradia lead Lamont back
inside. A part of him wanted to run after her, and warn her that
Keon was up to something but he could not risk it. Besides, unlike
last time Keon had not gotten him involved in his plot so Saul
really knew nothing of his plans. A shiver of fear swept through
him because he did not know if Keon knew of his betrayal last year.
The fact that he was now doing everything on his own, however, gave
Saul some indication.
     
    The next day Aradia found
Roy at school sitting alone on a picnic table, looking extremely
depressed. Heaving a heavy sigh, Aradia decided to go comfort her
friend.
    "Hey Roy-boy," She said
softly sitting right next to him.
    He turned slowly to see her,
and acknowledged her presence with a soft nod. After doing so, he
turned back to his depressed looking position and stared at
everything ahead of him blankly.
    Aradia heaved another sigh
and asked, "How are you holding up?"
    "It shouldn't surprise me,"
Roy muttered.
    "Huh?" Aradia
asked.
    "Her finding out that I am a
monster and then hating