A CHANGE

Brandon parked his car on the edge of the woods. The night was very dark. The sky is covered with clouds and the raindrops may fall in a while. The wind blew gently, hitting Brandon's skin covered in a jacket.

The man checked his phone for a moment and confirmed that the location Anne sent was where he was standing now. Anne sent him a message to enter the woods immediately following the twinkling light that picked him up. Brandon looked at it. A lot of light like a central firefly floated on one side of the forest. He immediately followed suit.

The lights led him towards the group of people in black robes. The man's eyes lit up and was about to turn to his car. However, someone blocked his way. Anne with her flashing red eyes seemed to be smiling behind Brandon.

"Where are you going?" asked the woman.

Brandon was silent. His eyes stared at the toes and fro, including to the men in robes who looked in his direction just now.

"You want to see your wife's soul, right?" asked Anne again.

Brandon's drooling was sputtering. He remembered with his enthusiasm last afternoon when Anne was chatting with him in the hospital cafeteria.

Anne touched brandon's one hand that was given a sign by her. "It's going to be yours if you want to join us," she said.

"What do you mean?" Brandon frowned.

"Anne!" One of the men in the robe exclaimed. He walked up to the white-haired woman, and then uncroached his hood. His red heterochromia eyes next door looked at the man who was with Anne now.

"His name is Brandon Hover," Anne said and was heard by her other friends. "He came here because he wanted to pick up his wife's wandering soul in the Immortal world."

Brandon gasped. He withdrew his hand that Anne was still holding and thrust towards the woman. "What do you mean?" he asked. "I'm here just wanting to know a way to wake my wife back!"

Anne rolled her eyeballs and sighed. She looked at the heterochromia man beside her. "Eden," she called.

The man reached out to Brandon. "My name is Eden Moriez," he said. Brandon looked hesitant to return the handshake, but eventually the man did. "I'm human, just like you. My friends are also human, but Anne—she is an albino Werewolf."

Brandon frowned at Anne. The woman smiled so widely in returning him. He looked back at Eden.

"At first, I didn't intend to join them either," Eden said. "But, I realized, that my sister's soul I had to pick up so that she could return to her physical body. The Immortals kept Elana's soul locked in the world there."

Brandon saw a hatred on Eden's face. He himself has not understood everything they are talking about. About Anne who is an albino Werewolf. About the world of Immortal. Especially about the human soul locked in that world he has never touched.

"People used to call us Black Witchers," Eden said. "We learned magic and opened a portal to the world of Immortals in order to pick up the human souls confined there. If you want, we can help you to save your wife's soul and return it to her physical body."

The blonde-haired man was silent. His blue eyes showed sadness and regret at the same time. For so many seconds, he looked at Eden with a look full of confidence on his face.

"Alright," he said. "Teach me everything so that I can make my wife come back."

***

Brandon frowned as the cloaked men began a ritual that he didn't understand. Anne asked him to stretch out a hand that had been marked transparently before. The woman placed her hand over Brandon's hand until it made the mark glow as the pain radiated there.

Brandon growled, enduring the turmoil of stinging and pain from the seal that had begun to be engraved on the back of his right hand and spread throughout his body. A moan sounded from Brandon's mouth because he wasn't strong with the pain. His body shed and knelt down instantly.

Blood dripped from his seal that had been formed and placed in a cup carried by Eden. The man grabbed it. One man sliced Eden's palm to bleed, and then poured it into the cup. Eden gave it to Brandon.

The man chimed in. He shook his head. Where could it be possible for him to drink blood? He is not a vampire!

Eden winked as he sighed. Beckoned to Brandon if it was one of the conditions. Brandon finally accepted the cup, then took a sip of blood in it in the blink of an eye. His esophagus choked and made him almost vomit. However, a warmth from Anne's hand touching his nape made Brandon's energy rise again. The man nodded, hinting if he was okay.

A few minutes later, Brandon stood up. Eden cupped a cloak hooded on him. The black-haired man smiled at Brandon.

"Welcome to the Black Witcher, Brandon Hover."

Brandon felt something in his chest rumble. He looked at the entire Black Witcher members who raised their hands and created light fibers that spread throughout the forest. His gaze was lifted, following the direction of the multicolored fibers that shone through the forest and anglicize. His two blue eyes turned slowly bright red. A smirk was engraved on the corner of the lips, showing the confidence in him that was now passionate.

***

Jasper hurriedly opened the door of the room and immediately went down the steps after hearing Clara's scream. His wife was not in bed and made him restless to death. Jasper's blue eyes wandered, searching the entire room. His originally fast pace, stopped for an instant.

His body stiffened for a few seconds before finally running over to Clara who was curled up clutching her belly. "Clara!!!"

"Jas-Jasper .... Please ...." Clara's voice had slipped. She sobbed feeling the pain that radiated in the lower part of the abdomen and made her legs almost numb.

"We're going to the hospital now!"

Clara shook her head. She groaned in a restrained voice and a hand squeezing Jasper's sweatshirt. One hand was pointing towards the kitchen window.

Jasper, who noticed it, immediately stood up and approached the window. His blue eyes lit up instantly. Many people in hood robes stood around their homes with their hands emitting splashes of various colors of light as if preparing to burn down the house.

Jasper's jaw tightened. He returned to Clara, then picked up the woman. "We use shortcuts," he muttered.

Jasper took Clara back to the room. He didn't open the door of his room, but closed his eyes. At the moment when his blue eyes opened, a spiral portal formed on the door.

"Jasper," Clara said. Her hand squeezed her husband's sweatshirt.

A gasp escaped from the nose of the black-haired man. He nodded to Clara, reassuring the wife that everything would be fine. A few seconds later, his feet stepped into the portal and disappeared in the swallowing of time.

"Hang on, Clara."

***