Curse Under The Moon

Sally Newton was unlike any goth woman walking down the street. Yes, she wore tight, black clothes and covered her eyes in heavy make-up. But the fine difference was hidden deep inside. She was a witch carrying a curse meant only to kill. Her mother passed away during Sally's birth and her father followed only 20 years after. The curse was brought on from a woman over 300 years prior to the date. Sally knew there was only one way to reach the cure. She needed to die alone and end future suffering. All of her plans were simple to complete. Only an odd twist of fate could change her plans. Too bad fate was such an odd thing for her to predict. An unplanned appearance of a kind family was the first step to halting her lonely plan. They made her laugh and brought a smile to her face. No matter how large or how often those smiles appeared she knew she needed to keep them at a distance. The only problem was the appearance of one guy. One guy filled with magic and the possibility to drag in a load much larger than she ever thought possible. Was opening up to him too large of a risk or was dying alone worth it?