It was the night before Halloween and I knew then my life would never be the same. Hi my name it Raven, Raven Blu. I'm a young senior attending Gotham High school, and I love magic. I mean I read books on it all the time—but I'm getting off topic—sort of—this story is about me meeting a cutest and probably darkest boy I have ever met. His name, Klarion bleak.
Now where was I? Oh yeah I was lying in my room reading a book on magic when I heard a faint scratching noise. I turned and saw an orange cat with brown rune like stripes; he was scratching at my window, he looked as if he wanted inside. I opened my window and the cat jumped inside and onto my bed and meowed.
"Well hi there kitty." I said, the cat hissed and jumped back onto the window sill. I reached for him and he bit my sleeve. Pulling me forward, he began to growl and tug on my sleeve until eventually I got the hint and figured he wanted me to follow him. So I did. I climbed out my window and made my way down to the ground below. From there I followed the cat to Gotham shore, all the while wondering; 'Why am I following some cat?' and 'What could he possibly want from me?'
We made it to the harbor and soon found out why the reason; a boy with black hair was lying face down in the sand. I let out a curse and ran to him, rolling him over on his back.
"Oh my God! Is he ok?" I shouted, the cat hissed which made me think that was a pretty dumb question. I checked his pulse; he was still alive. I then proceeded to use CPR on the poor guy; breathing air into his lungs checking his breathing. I did this for a little while before he finally began to cough up water and start breathing on his own. The cat meowed once again and began licking the boy's face, who still didn't wake up. I looked to that cat, who was staring back at me. He growled.
"What do you want me to do? Take him back to my house?!" I asked, the cat meowed and tilted his head. I sighed. "Alright fine."
I then dragged him back to my house, thankfully I didn't live far from Gotham harbor. So it wasn't very far, for a boy who seemed taller than me he was pretty easy to carry. Then again he was pretty scrawny. Laying the boy on the porch swing, I checked to see if anyone was home. To my relief neither of my parents were home, so I took him up to my room and laid him on my bed. Then ran to my bathroom and returned with a damp cloth—to clean the sand from his face.
After maybe an hour he began to stir, the cat that had previously been sitting on my desk while I was working on an English paper that I stupidly waited till the last minute to do, was now at his owner's side as he sat up and looked around. When his eyes stopped on me I froze, no idea why I did but for some reason his stare was scary—but in a cool way.
"Where am I?" He asked. I smiled nervously.
"My room." I said vaguely, the boy would be best described as; Devilish, mostly because his hair was black and rose into two devil-like horns on the top of his head. He was pale, which could have been either from drowning or his natural complexion—as to which I wasn't real sure—he wore some kind of suit like outfit. His eyes were black, and were now narrowed at me.
"Don't be a smart-aleck." He said. I laughed nervously, another thing I noticed about the boy was that he had long, black, and sharp finger nails.
"S-sorry, your cat, I followed down to Gotham shores." I explained then told him how I brought him up to my room after giving him CPR. He touched his hand to his lips and smirked, I made a face; pervert. He then snapped his fingers and soon the clothes that were still somewhat damp and sand covered were engulfed by a shadow and were replaced by new clean clothes. I couldn't help but stare, something he caught me doing and I soon found him standing over me.
"I guess I owe you something." He said, I shook my head.
"N-no it's totally cool, I'm just glad to see you're ok." I stuttered, and mentally smacked myself for being so 'smooth.' "I'm Raven by the way."
The boy just looked to me and cocked his head to one side. He then began looking me up and down before extending his hand.
"Klarion Bleak, Witch-boy." He said. "And I'll tell you what, in exchange for saving my life I'll give you a little gift."
"Uhm ok—wait did you just say witch-boy?! You're a witch?" I blurted without thinking, Klarion nodded.
"Witch-boy, and yes." He said, then wove his hands over my head, "Now hold still and this won't rip out your skull."
I froze, liking my skull where it was, so he could do whatever it was he was going to do. He mumbled something in Latin and a bright light soon began to swirl around me. I giggled as I felt a slight tickling sensation, soon the light faded and Klarion looked at me with a big grin on his face. I gave him a look. It wasn't until he broke away did I notice he had kissed me. I stared wide eyed, as he then ran to my window.
"Always wanted to do that to a girl." He said with a laugh as he climbed out my bedroom window. I ran to him to say how totally messed up that was when he said, "I'll see you around, to make sure that actually worked."
"What worked? What did you do to me?" I asked but a my words were lost as a strong gust of window blew through my window. When it died down I look out to find that Klarion had disappeared, leaving no trace, other than a tingling feeling on my lips, that he was there. I laid on my bed and looked up at the ceiling, wondering what on earth he meant by 'gift.' Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw the lamp on my dresser start to float. I sat up and stared at it, and smiled.
"He gave me magic." I whispered to myself, then let out a sound of joy. I could use magic, I was now a witch, and soon I would probably see the boy who gave me this power, and also, stole my heart.
End