Lol I thought this was hilarious.!!
Not part of my story…
You know why sucks the most? Being always named as the bad guy. No matter what. I always feel like I am trap with all the bad qualities just because people don’t see how damaged I am. Oh! And saying I’m damaged only causes for people to say I play the victim. I feel…I feel….like Regina, the Evil Queen from Once Upon a Time. Not matter how much I try to be good or whatever people call it, I will always be “evil” or “bad” or “poisonous”. I think the only difference between Regina and I, is well that both her parents deemed her worthy, they never told her to her face she was “evil, that everyone else is nicer than you, that no matter what your siblings will always have your parents respects.” You see my life has never been a pleasant one with my mother or father, like Regina with her mother but never did I have the support from them both either. I digress, all that counts here is that it hurts most of all when your own father tells you that you are not good, kind, a good person practically and he means it. When he really you that even your own siblings hate you.
The funny thing is that I went to school with the guy laying down.! I knew he was gay before anyone else.! Haha
I arrived home almost at 4pm, mother was sitting in the kitchen, she knew I was coming. She had known for a while, but wanted to waited it out. I walked in and looked up from my keys “Hi” I said to her. I was a but upset with her, she made us move again, but now I didn’t mind it. Just that well, I wasn’t going to see dad as much as I would want to. He and I always had a better relationship that she and I did.
“How was the first day?”
“Interesting.” I didn’t put much emotion in my response.
“Look I know that you are angry about the move, but you have to understand, it’s for the best.”
“Mom, I’m not angry about the move, I honestly had a good day at the college. At least I’m back here, not out on my way back there.”
“Alec, look, what I did was for the good of you and your siblings. I could not manage to see you guys in pain because of your father and I…”
“Don’t. Please, we moved here for a fresh start, let’s just keep it that way. Just remember that he will always be our dad.”
” I know.”
I smiled at her, looked into her tired eyes. I felt sorry for her, she over worked herself. She had so much magic, yet she vowed to herself that she would not use it. Not since our accident.
“I am going to upstairs and look up some stuff. I’ll tell you more later. But mom, I think letting go of your magic is going to take a whole more than just believing you can.” I told her.
“Oh? And why is that?” She looked up from the work she had brought home.
“There are a lot of witches in this town. A lot of them my age who to the same school.”
Her face turned from tired to worried. I began working my way up the stairs, when she started to say something. I couldn’t make out what she said, so I kept walking up.
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The book sat in my closet. It was a recreation of the original. My great grandmother had destroyed it. She didn’t believe that neither of her children had the maturity to learn from not, but a year after her death, I receive a box from my mothers mother that my great grandmother had left for me. It was book; black, big and with a big soap some pentagram in the cover. The book was heavy and it seemed the father I studied, the more appeared. I was fascinated about how much was in there. Spells to cast, symbols, chants descriptions of gods, all that I could imagine.
I opened the book to look for the tattoo, it had to be there, but after a while of looking, not once did I see it. I guess my gut feeling was wrong. I closed the book in defeat. There was nothing else that I could do. I tried to leave the thought within my book and not think about it, but for some reason it kept coming back. What was that symbol? I could feel it was going to pester me.
I walked over to my chest of magic ingredients and other things that I used for my spells and dug out a black mirror. I turned off the lights and placed the mirror on my night stand with two candles on either side. The candles light gave the mirror and mist of power, but it kept asking for my strength.
” In night’s dark hour, within my arcane power, I call to you goddess of sight, by the power of these candle’a light. Give me sight that I may see, the mysteries held with your darkness for me. Mirror mirror black as night, give to me, your powerful sight.”
Soon the mist became visions, aight, I could see the town. The people. Walking in and out of buildings, I guided my vision to one person, Dalton. But soon my mom came to change, I could see all of them. Ally, Dalton, Aaron, and most awkward of it all, Jeremiah. He prayed on his knees at the foot of his bed. He held a weird cross on his hand. Something I had not seen before. He was not a regular boy. No regular mortal. I turned the vision back to the witches. Hopefully they accepted me, hopefully Aaron, Ally and Dalton accepted me.
Sooner or later I was to tell them of my powers, but maybe it would be best if I didn’t. How long could I keep it hidden, specially from a soul reader like Ally.
To Be Continued…..
“What’s his problem?” I asked Ally. “Who? Oh, Ass-ron?” She said. “Ass….ron? Is that you call him?” “Not the most clever of names, but yeah.” She giggled as we walked to my next class. She was walking with me since it was my first semester here and she had offered. Technically it had been Dalton who had offered but he had been called into a “Private” meeting which they would not seem to discuss the detail about until I was one. I was sure that it was about me, but hey I was as new to all this so didn’t have a say. I thought about asking Ally about it but I’m sure she had been instructed to keep quiet. “So, what’s your next class?” She asked as she plate with a leaf she had pulled off a tree as we walked by it. “American History.” I told her while looking at the front cover of my three ring binder.
“Eww. I’m sorry.” She smiled. She was really pretty.
“It’s ok,” I chuckled, “I like history. I think it’s…interesting.” I didn’t want to sound like a nerd, but I saw her wrinkle her nose and that had hinted me I had.
“Ok, well the building is this way. Come on. What time does it start.”
“Uh, 20 minutes.”
“Oh, your fine.” She replied waving her hand on the end as I dismissing a bad idea.
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After she had dropped me off I had found a sit close to the middle. I didn’t want to be in the front to be a total need, but I didn’t want to be in the back so that I could no hear anything. I looked around me people coming in, but my attention was capture by a groups of athletes sitting in the back. I brought my attending back to the door, only to see bright blue eyes staring at me. His crooked wicked smile, he was walking my direction.
“New boy, how fun. I guess this class will not be as boring a I thought.” His voice was not deep, but not high pitched, I could hear the sarcasm mixed with devilish thought an possibilities in it.
“Hi Aaron.” I said looking away.
He walked up to me holding his book in front of him with both hands. His blue messenger bag hanging on his right and stared at me with his blue bitchy eyes. He didn’t take a sit, since on both sides of me as he stops, two girls had taken them. I looked back at him, blood rushing up to my face. What was he doing? I asked myself.
“Excuse me, do you mind moving? I was talking to my friend here and you took my air.” The girls looked at each other and just smiled. She didn’t move, big mistake. I could feel a breeze of darkness coming. Casting spells or using born-with talents always left a kind of bitter after taste and I could already feel it swirling in my mouth, even though I wasn’t me who was casting. Aaron’s eyes backed lighter blue, as of a light bulb was illuminating them from behind. He asked her once again, more politely, which I guessed was his way so no one would know what really was happening.
“You could you please get off my sit? I was talking to my friend.” He emphasized the please. The girls stood up, her eyes as blank as a white printer page.
“Thank you, sweetly” he said sarcastically.
I turned to him and smiled an disapproving but it was hilarious smile. He took the sit and began takin out a notebook, an art book to exact. I liked away, as one of the athletes passed us, he walked to the front of the class to speak to the professor. I stare, I wanted him. I just kept staring at his ass. Aaron must haw notice because he leaned over.
“I didn’t know you played for my team.” My team? I foreword my eyebrows.
“Really? Come one, where have you been living? Gay!” He said that loud enough for us to hear and but not the rest of the class.
“Yeah. I thought it was obvious.”
“Not at all, short stuff” I frowned. I hated being reminded that I was only 5’5. He looked like could be a good 5’11.
“We’ll yeah I am.” I replied keeping my eyes on the athlete as he walked down to his sit. We met eyes for a second but he looked away.
“They are all delicious, aren’t they? Which one do you want?” He said as he looked to the back of the room. He smiled at them and they just looked distraught.
“I…I… How about we talk about something else. Would you stop staring at them! Aaron! Aaron stop!” He wouldn’t listen.
“Oh come one short stuff, I like the one with the tan, he looks fine.” He gave me a devilish smile.
“Ok fine. The one with the tight jean. He has a nice ass and nice eyes. He looks ummm…big too.” I laughed and so did Aaron.
“Alright than, it’s settled.” For a minute I didn’t understand what he mean, but than I saw his deep blue yes , become lighter.
“No! Aaron. You and they are straight, you would be roving them of free will.”
“Free will? Who told you that crap!” His eyes continue to glow. He was facing the board now, and as he talked the two boys came up to us. They squatted right next to us.
“Hi.” The one I looked said to me.
“Hi.” I said nervously, I looked at Aaron, hoping he would understand my signal to stop. He just mouthed “no” and smiled while his nose wrinkled. I like back at the boy and than back at Aaron. His eyes became lighter. The boy jumped on me, and kissed me. I heard talking and whispering. I was surprised I was reciprocating anything, as much as I wanted to. I pushed him off, I turned to Aaron and saw him making out with the boy with the tan. My boy kept trying to jump on my lips again. I have in. I let him kiss me and moment later it was over. They where walking back to their sits.
“That was fun.” Aaron smiled whipping the corners of his mouth with his thumb.
I looked back at the boys and so did Aaron. They where effing confused, I chuckled and Aaron giggled. We turned around and giggled. I couldn’t stop laughing. I turned to look at Aaron, he winked at me.
This IS going to be an interesting city AND semester.
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Class was boring. I could not help to almost fall asleep, but Aaron’s shenanigans kept me awake and alert. He kept making thing happen to the professor or making boys do stupid shit, not that they needed his influence, but my guess was that he was trying to make a point. He IS one of the most powerful witches here. As I walked down the corridor of the building it caught a glimpse of the jock that had kissed me Sarto t me. I passed by him, no making any eye contact and continued to walk until he followed.
“Hey…” He said quietly. I kept walking. “Look, I don’t know what got into me back there but I am really sorry.”
“Oh. Uh, it’s ok I guess.” Keep waking, I told myself.
“Yeah, I guess I am just a little frustrated that it took over me.” I giggled. “What’s so funny?” He said his voice becoming more serious.
I shook my head, and kept on looking forward and walking.
“Hey, could you stop a minute!” He sounded frustrated.
I stopped and looked at him. He wore a tank top, I could see his biceps, huge ones too. But what had grabbed my attention was the tribal tattoo. It was almost a gigantic “L” figure with over decorative branches. I looked up to him, he continued to star without saying a word. Oh brother, I thought to myself.
“Listen, don’t apologize, I understand you are heterosexual, I won’t let this get my hopes up or any thing. How about we forget all this and just move on.”
He nodded, I began to walk away when suddenly he grabbed my arm.
“If you tell anyone, I swear…”
“Swear what?” I voice came from behind us.
“None of your damn business.” Jock boy spat.
“I think it’s my business when you have your hands over my newbie.” Aaron was standing there looking at him. Jock boy was twice Aaron’s size but Aaron was able to an had more mental and supernatural potential. His eyes became lighter and jock boys grasp soften.
“I suggest that you don’t bother us again. What’s your name?” Julio commanded, his blue eyes still lighter than his usual deep blue.
“Jeremiah.” He was monotone. Stiff. But i guess that’s what Aaron was influencing.
“Ok, well, leave my friend alone Jeremiah or trust me, you don’t want to know what I am capable off. Now get out off my face.” Jeremiah walked off, back down the hall way.
I watched him walk like a zombie, downs the hall, than the stairs, guess now I understand why zombies existed.
“Thanks.” I told him with a smile.
“No problema, short-cake.” He said with a bitchy but sweet smile.
“I told you don’t……ugh! Forget it.” He smiled devilishly.
What was that symbol? What did it mean? I know I had seen it before. Maybe it was some kind of fashion statement or a family thing. I mean I had been born into family costumes and powers, maybe he had been born into some kind of heritage. I put it out of my head , but as the day progressed, it came coming back.
To be continued……
The building was old, I could hear it taking to me. Every step we took made the floor whisper about us. I could feel energy close by, a lot of it, almost as if there was a generator of energy near, and i was an appliance ready to take its charge. The closer I came to the source i feel more energized, more up beat.
“Don’t be nervous” the boy said as he led me to the others.
“I’m not,” I didn’t want to mention how i felt about the energy around me, but I was too afraid to cross any type of boundary, “so how many people, usually gather here?” i asked, i was curious about the energy, i feel so powerful.
I knew i was closer to the back, because we had walked for a while, I had been anticipating to meet other witches, I didn’t want to fee alone as i had felt in my old school. Than gain, that was high school, people were into witches for fashion statement reasons. My family was the only one who actually practiced, but it is way different practicing in a Circe Sanginis than practicing with people who were more friends and not as judgmental.
He walked towards a big door and opened it for me. He smiled at me, trying to reassure me that everything was going to be ok. I smiled back at him and walked into the room. Everyone who was in there was either talking to a person or reading a book. Where they studying? I tried to look closer at the titles of the books as i passed by, but as i did i noticed the the books where actually written by hand. They all were Book of Shadows.
“Everyone! Listen up!” he yelled at everyone,they all looked. There was beautiful faces, beautiful girls and guys. Their eyes were staring at him and gazing at me, most of them confused, and some angry. “I want you to meet…..” he didnt know my name. I smiled.
“Alec” i whispered. He smiled back.
“Alec!! He is also a witch…i guess you can see that though.”
Everyone just stared at me, and whispered. Its was until one of the boys that was reading one of the books walked up to us. He was tall, dark haired, and thick eye brows, the thing that caught my attention was his eyes. They were aqua blue with a touch of gray, beautiful eyes. He took three steps and looked at me, than stopped.
I could felt, almost attracted, like something was pulling me towards him.
“How do you know HE is not a ….hunter?” the words hunter were said with such disgust. He looked at me from head to toe and looked away.
“He is not, just calm down. Do you always have to make people we meet wanna leave?”
That did that trick, he turned to me and analyzed me. He walked away from me, facing the group, “follow me” it was an order something i wasn’t comfortable with so i stayed where i was.
The boy stop in his tracks and turned back at me,
“Did you hear me stutter?” thats when i saw his eyes glow lighter, “i said Follow ME…”
I couldnt seem to resist him, i followed, i moved without any thought of it. I followed behind him like a little lost puppy. He gave me wicked smile and kept on walking. He was tall, handsomely boyish, but still exuded some bitchy, commanding, vibe.
“ehhmmm” he cleared his throat “alright, i guess we have a newbie to teach the ropes to.”
I felt insulted, but could not seem to do anything or say anything, i felt frozen.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and felt his power help me gain control of my body. The boy that have given me the crystal had the blocked whatever the bitch with the blue eyes was doing to me.
“Thats Aaron, watch out for him….he is a….”
“Bitch” a girl with a blond hair and green eyes said as she walked towards us. “Hi, I’m Ally.”
“Alec.” I offered my hand, but she smiled and got neared me to kiss me on the cheek.
“No…” the by objected,” Aaron is a Siren…” he said looking at Aaron grabbing his book and going back to reading.
“I think they go hand in hand.” Ally said as she laughed, her green eyes gleaming in the light. I felt naked, i felt my mind being casted out to her, she was reading me.
“I’m sorry…”she apologized, she had seen him.
“It’s ok, it was bound to happen sooner or later.” i gave a faint smile and looked at crystal boy, “so, whats your name? you never introduced your self.”
“Me? I’m sorry, my name is Dalton. Dalton Hanes.” he smiled, i returned the smile, he had the same smile and beautiful grey eyes as him…
I looked away from his eyes, only to notice Aaron staring up from his book….i couldn’t tell if he was studying me or mad dogging me, i had to keep my guard up, especially around him, ESPECIALLY around a siren like him……
This was going to be an interesting city.
To Be Continued…..
Sometimes I dare to miss you….
There are moments where I can hear his voice.
Usually it’s a distant kind of vibrating magnet pull of a noise.
A voice that I miss so much, that Brings back so many memories,
Like a spell cast to cause pain in my deep down in my arteries.
I can feel blood rush as the sound sinks down my being,
Your image, voice, just
“In this parts we don’t wear the pentagram…” He said as he dug deep into a dark brown leather bag, “we wear the crystals, it is a form for us to indenting with one another and to block hunters tricks.”
“Wait what?” I was confused.
“Take it off,” he looked at my silver pentagram and took out a crystal quarts amulet from the bag “put this on, it will be easier for you to car magic and to be protected. The magic of the pentagram doesn’t work here like it does in other towns or states…even countries. In this town, only crystals amulets help concentrate our magic.” I did as he said I was scared, hunters? I had fought one off when In high school, but he was only a year older than my eldest cousin.
“Your a witch?”
“No, I’m just pulling magic amulets and telling you all this from fun and research.” He said sarcastically. I liked at him and as I switched necklaces, he had beautiful eyes. I put my pentagram in my pocket, and rested my hand in there.
“Come on, walk with me. I want to introduce you. My name is Embry, what’s your name?”
“A..Alec. Wait there is others?!”
“Yeah, a whole class room full.” He walked with his hand in his back pockets, looking directly ahead of him, his eyes reflecting in the morning sun, so beautiful.
“A class room?”
“It’s OUR class room. It’s our meeting place. How many witches moved here?”
“You mean my family?”
“Did I stutter?” He said, no patience in his voice.
“Four, well three, my brother has not been initiated yet, he is only twelve.” I said as I felt my pentagram in my pocket.
“What’s your element?” He asked, I could hear the curiosity.
“Spirit. Yours?” He looked at me through his peripheral.
“Fire.” He responded with a devilish smile. “Here we are”
I looked up at the building, it looked Iike an old sience building, yet old style like a church. He opened the door and signaled me to come in. My heart raced, I could feel it trying to come out of my chest. I didn’t know if it was because I was nervous or because it was the first time I was about to meet witches other than my family.
To be continued…
