More Caster Chronicles fanfiction. I want that fanfiction section filledjust in case the movie is Twilight #2 and the Twihards write their stupid stories (sorry Twihards, but Fifty Shades of Gray gave your fanfiction a bad reputation.)
This story takes place during Dream Dark, a short story which can be found in the back of Beautiful Chaos.In the story, Macon is mentoring Link (after *SPOILER ALERT to people who are late to the fandom* he becomes quarter-Incubus) on how to be an Incubus.
This story is all about the awkward questions Link brings up to (-more like trolls-) Macon and mainly pushes Macon the breaking point. But that might change.
Side note- The look of Macon's study is from my own imagination. Just an FYI.
Enjoy, and please R&R!
(DISCLAIMER: I do not own The Caster Chronicles, or anything referenced or used in this.)


Chapter One-

Link turned the key in his car, the absurdly-loud rock music dying down instantly. The high-school boy slammed the door of it as if he has just feebly pushed at it. Last year, Link wasn't the cutest, the strongest, or even the guy with the most muscle in the school. With a little 'help' from John Breed, he was everything he dreamed of...and a little bit more.
That 'little bit more' was why he had come to Ravenwood for advice in the first place. It had started out pretty awkward, since the only guy who knew the same pains was your best friend's girlfriend's uncle, who happened to be a guy who was some type of vampire-like hybrid who died, came back, and now was pretty much a wizard now. Until he saw an evil 'caster' possess his own mother's body, he would have told you to lay off the drugs if you told him what would happen to him- but this was for real.
He had already gone over the basics of how to just play it safe and take it day-by-day. Today, Link wanted some long-term advice. He had been his mentor's messenger boy and had failed to deliver a test letter to Mr. Trueblood, and found him dead in his home. It turns out it was all a test for him, but that was beside the point. Macon Ravenwood's methods were mysterious and dangerous at times.
Link walked to the door, lightly knocking. He was starting to regret coming here. With a swoosh that seemed a little too fast and hard for any human to push a door open, the old door slammed against the wall. Link popped his head in, looking left and right, then in front of himself, up, then even to the floor. "Mr. Ravenwood, sir?" he asked, his voice beginning to tremble. He took a few cautious footsteps into the house, getting less and less afraid it was booby-trapped the further the got eventually made it up the stairs and looked into a room "I-I d-don't mean ta' interrupt...but I just had some questions-" he said, his eyes growing wide.
"Bingo," he said it so quietly, that he could hardly hear himself say it.

"- I had some questions ta' ask ya', and I didn' really know when we'd be seein' each other again..." he said a little louder, trying to make it seem that his curiosity to the best of him, not that he was an intruder in Macon's house, in the Tunnels, or in his private study. He quickly walked into the room, trying to avoid the various creaky somehow got to the entrance to the Tunnels without being heard, and slowly walked down the unseen stairs into the Tunnels, still being highly cautious.
Eventually, he had almost reached the study of Melchizedek Ravenwood.
He tiptoed to the door, trying to look through the small crack between the door and the doorframe to see if there was a light on, or a fire was unattended in the fireplace. He pressed his eye against the door.
"Come in, Mr. Lincoln."
Link cursed under his breath. That old man must have some serious spyware in this place, or he's a superhero.