Note;;; I'm not the owner of twilight. And I haven't come up with a smart remark yet to ensure that. I'll work on it.
Happy Halloween \:+)
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Ahh. All Hallows Eve, the only day where the mythical and mystical can walk freely amongst the average people. A day where people like me can freely cause mischief without any worry of getting caught. Not that, if I did this on any other day, I would get caught. I have become vary good at what I do.
You may know me; you may not. Of course, though, if your one of the few people that live in this small town of Forks, you probably know my name: Angela Weber. But you wouldn't know my occupation: I'm a witch.
Now don't you dare stereotype me, I wear more brown and grey than I do black, I've only had one wart in my life (and I got rid of it), and no, my skin IS NOT green or other any odd color. I'm just plain old Angela, well with magic anyways.
The first time I had ever used magic was when I was six. I had accidentally broke my mom's glass doll while running away from my babysitter when it was time for bed. When I stopped running from my babysitter and realized that the doll was indeed busted, I started crying. I was in soooo much trouble.
My crying didn't faze my babysitter as she dressed me for bed. But half way through my parents got home and finished the job sending my babysitter back home with $25 in her pocket. I cried even harder and when my mom asked why, I confessed up that I broke her doll. Imagine my six-year-old surprise when she came back into my room with a fully intact glass doll.
So, I didn't know it then, but that was my first magical act. It wasn't until I was eleven that someone actually told me what I was. I was over at a little-Jessica's house, who was having a sleep over for all the girls in our class, when her aunt stopped over. Her aunt Arial who happens to me a witch and who recognized that there was magic in me. She pulled me off to the side and briefly explained to me what I was, and I believed her. I was surprised that I didn't realize it sooner.
I tried to ask her some more detailed questions, but she said that she 'couldn't tell me right now,' because the other girls had migrated over where we sat. Arial told Mrs. Stanly that she wanted to go get some candy for all the girls and wanted my kiddy advice on what to buy. So, after explaining to and upset Jessica that it would be rude to leave all her guests behind to go to the store, we waked out of the house and into her car.
Now let me tell you a few things that I learned in that car. Starting off, we have the wands. Yes, most witches use them, but they aren't necessary, they just help with focusing. Like if you cup your hear you can hear better in one direction than if you don't, but it's not necessary.
Then, yes, Witches are prone to come around on full moons and Halloween. They get more power on Halloween and full moon nights; but be careful on the full moons. If you use to much magic you'll end up having a power drainage. It's kind of like a magical hangover.
You can ride on a flying broom if you wanted, provably on Halloween, but they aren't all that comfortable, and have become kind of corny at this day in age. Now-a-days, witches travel on softer things, like maybe a pillow or a blanket. Why use anything at all? It's easier to control an inanimate object then yourself.
And black cats? Rumor. The only reason a witch would use one is because people consider them to be bad luck because of their color and behavior. I personally think that black, boy cats are the sweetest kind of cats there are. But that's just me.
Anyways, I've learned a lot through out the years. And one thing I've learned (One of the most important things) is that the old beliefs of Halloween nights are true, demons do lurk on earth on this night. Sometimes you can catch a glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye.
They come up to the surface and can cause all sorts of havoc: tripping people, especially the clumsy ones; locking doors; and in some cases, causing fights, car crashes, and murders.
They love to play with people's hormones and especially love it when people are angry or drunk.
And this, my friend is where we witches step in. We're the lesser of two evils, I'd say. We cause minor mischief that is meant to warn people on Halloween. Like using a black cat as a reminder of 'bad luck,' (witch is still stupid, I say) tripping others, causing strange noises in the darkness, making decorations go whack, all sorts of stuff.
So, every Halloween, after I take my little siblings out to trick or treat and put them to bed (my parents usually go out on Halloween nights and I baby-sit), I set a protection spell on the house and a disturbance spell in the twin's room (so I know if they get up), I grab my wand that I made myself; my huge velvet cloak that I bought especially for Halloween, and fly of into the night to pull some pranks. (I always make sure to stop by where my parents are and cause a little trick on them. I love them to much to let a demon get to them first and then I'm on my way). I usually go all around Washington, causing my tricks. I make sure to hit the big cities and try drop in on some small towns as well. I had been doing this for, every Halloween for four years (from when I was twelve until I was fifteen). But on my fifth year of knowing that I was a witch, I met My first warlock, and I fell in love. His name is Ben.
Ok, so maybe he isn't a full warlock yet, but he will be. He's actually the apprentice of a warlock in Olympia. They have sessions every weekend.
Ben came to Forks to live with his aunt when his parents were offered to go to Africa for four years to help the poor and needy there. He visits them in Africa every winter and summer brake, but, otherwise, he stays here in Forks. And for that I'm glad. Now there's only one problem, He hasn't asked my out. And that really sucks because I really like him, and not because he's as magical as I am, no. Because he's cute, and funny, and sweet, and shy, and we get along great together, and I could really see a relationship between us going somewhere, and I love him, and I'm rambling. Sorry. I just really, really like him. And I wish I knew why he doesn't like me. I think it's because I'm too tall; or maybe because I'm too quiet; or maybe because I'm not pretty enough. I don't know! Maybe he just doesn't like me.
"Angela? Do you have the answer for number nine?"
"um, False. Because Lennie didn't kill a mouse, It was a puppy." I answered my English teacher as I tried to discreetly wipe away a stray tear without him noticing.
"Very good, Lisa? How about number ten?"
I sighed and zoned back out, but instead of going back to the depressing Ben subject (not that he himself is depressing, just that subject), I started thinking about the other day. Jessica, Bella and I had gone dress shopping for the dance, and when we had decided to head to another store, Bella decided that she wanted to go by herself to go and look at book stores. I wasn't very happy to let her go, considering that the few demons that stuck around usually come out around dusk, but I figured that she would be back before night fall. And she had lived in the city in Arizona, Right? She would be fine.
Well, as it got darker, I wasn't so sure anymore. Jessica and I were ready to go out and find her when, out of the blue, she appease, towing in with her non-other than the man she had been asking about earlier. Edward Cullen; one of the five vampires of Forks. Yes, I knew they were vampires, and I knew what all of them could do. As a witch, I could sense these things. I also knew that they were good. I haven't heard of one death by a vampire since they came three years ago. Yes, they were here three years ago, it's just that no one knew it. And, plus, there eyes were a butterscotch color where, if they did kill people that I never knew about, their eyes would be red. So, with these thoughts, I was fine with leaving Bella with him. Plus, I knew for almost a fact that she wanted to stay with him too. I just hoped that my judgment wasn't wrong. But she came back ok and has even been sitting with Edward at lunch, so she seems fine with the arrangement. But I would still try to keep my eye on her.
I continued thinking about the Cullen's for the rest of the period. So far, non of the Cullen's really paid attention to me, they mostly kept to themselves, And for that I was grateful. They didn't need to know what I was, or that I knew what they were. But, I had a feeling that, because of Bella, Edward, the mind reader, would be paying more attention to Bella's friends. That includes me. I'm just very glad that, last Halloween, I set a screening spell around my thoughts, for the Cullen mind reader. This meant that if I ever had a though that involved the words 'vampire' or 'Cullen' at the same time, the spell would cause the illusion that I'm not really thinking, but paying more attention to what I'm feeling or looking at.
The bell rang and I picked up my things and left. Just one more class and I could go home. I had history. Most of you would say 'what a way to end the day,' But I really don't mind history, especially when Ben sat right next to me.
He seemed very withdraws today during history, and every one in a while I would catch him sneaking glances at me where he would then turn a way and blush slightly. There was a strange feeling around him.
At the end of the hour though, a little piece of paper landed on my desk. I opened it, knowing that the only thing written inside was the letter 'B.' Ben and I did this (myself using an 'A') to transmit that one of us wanted to meat the other that night.
I threw the piece of paper away on my way out as the bell rang, and went home. The day went pretty fast as I took care of the twins until my parents came home. I loved the twins; I've always had a sore spot for kids. Throw in that I have to take care of them for almost half of every day, I'm seventeen and they're both three and a half; You really can't blame be for my maternal instincts kicking in. You know that, if humans were like any other animal, I would have had two or three kids by now.
Anyways, with that useless information aside, I still love them to death. Now, if only I had Ben, I think my life would be as close to perfect as possible for the moment being. But, alas, he's not mine.
Trying not to think to deeply on the subject, I switched my train of thought to when we would take the twins to the beach this weekend. I couldn't wait to see them explore; something that they really loved to do. Sometimes though, it got them in trouble. I'll have to make sure they didn't fall in the tide pools.
After my parents got home and everyone was in bed, I left the house. On the outskirts of town there was a old rundown abandoned church that was hidden by a few thin layers of forest. Ben had beaten me there as I could already sense him. I climbed up on the lone stone wall that stud off to the side of the church. It really had no purpose there and we never figured out why anyone would mindlessly build it there.
Halloween was coming up soon so using a little stronger boost of my magic than I usually would use, I shot up to the roof and landed comfortably on the worn down shingles. Ben was already sitting on the soft tarp that we nailed up here for when we would meat. He didn't acknowledge me as I sat down right beside him, only stared out into the forest. I joined him in his silence and, after a while, he finally spoke.
"I heard that had Cullen asked you to the dance. " He said.
I looked at him in immense surprise, "No, where did you here that?"
He seemed a little surprised, but pleased. "oh, you know around school."
"That's weird." I said thoughtfully. Who would have came up with that
"What?" He asked, studying my expression.
"I'm just wondering who would have come up with something like that."
He 'hmm'ed and nodded and we went back into silence.
I though about this as we sat. Where did his rumor come from? Who started it? How many people believed it? She hoped Bella didn't know about this, she didn't need a damper on their new friend ship. Why would this rumor still be circulating even after she didn't go with anyone to the dance? It was so confusing? I exhaled in frustration.
"What?" He asked again.
I told him my thoughts and all of the questions I had. Really? Why hadn't I heard this before? After my little ramble, I turned fully to him. I needed at least one answer for my questions.
"Who told you that Ben?"
He looked me straight on, "I actually heard it from Cullen himself."
I sat back, bewildered. The Cullen's didn't want attention, They never did. And why, of all people, would he use me for his little rumor?
" I don't think anyone else knows about this either?" Ben said
"Huh?" I asked, a little out of it.
Ben looked away and started plucking at the edge of the tarp. "Well, you see, Angela… We've been friends for a long time and… I know you may want to keep it that way, and I understand that, but I was just wondering…. Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
He didn't look at me as he continued playing with the tarp. But with his words my mind drew a complete blank. He just asked me out. Oh, my, gosh. He just asked me out. HE JUST ASKED ME OUT!!! After a few seconds, and over the turmoil in my mind, I was able to whisper a faint 'yes.'
He looked up at me. "Huh?"
I repeated my reply, a little louder this time as I decide to give up sorting my thoughts out. I could think later.
A big smile spread over his face. "Really?" He asked. When I nodded he wrapped his arms around me pulling me into him. "Thank you." He said into my hair. Then, almost inaudibly, he whispered "my little witch." Probably not meant for me to hear.
'He likes me! He liked me! He liked me!' was the only thing I could think of. I hugged him back to me. As a side thought I was profoundly thanking Edward Cullen. It will be hard for me to keep my thoughts of thanks tamed around him. I guess I'll just have to refer to him as Edward the Vampire until I can control myself.
Ben and I sat on the roof for half the night, just reveling in the company of each other, until we finally left. Before Ben when though, he kissed me on the cheek. I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night because of the HUGE smile on my face. Somehow, I was going to have to find a way to pay back Edward Cullen, My Vampire Savior.
Three weeks later and Halloween is coming up quickly. But even though Ben and I have only been going out for three weeks, I still go to bed every night smiling. Well, almost every night. When I found out that Bella 'fell down the stairs' that upset me greatly. And then seeing the vampire bite on her hand made me very wary. I now non of the Cullens did it, I however, did feel that my obligation to return the favor to Edward was no longer in play. Not right now anyways. All of this happened only a week or so after our trip to Port Angelis.
But, as I said a second ago, Halloween is coming up soon. And I have no idea what I want to be. Usually I wouldn't really bother to really elaborate on my outfits, but this year Ben and I planned to do our trickery together. So this would be our first Halloween together (and that's a special occasion) Plus, I sort of wanted to please him. It fells like if I let him down, he may not think I'm good enough for him anymore. You may think that's silly, but I can't help feel that way.
So that's how I found myself back import Angelis, looking for an appropriate outfit. But as I went store to store all I found was the incredibly fake, sluty outfits. A reminder of no one took Halloween seriously anymore; it's just one big national party… ya right. And, speaking of which, while I was in my fourth store, I saw an early demon. It caused a poor woman to trip and brake one of the most expensive things in the store. I briefly debated on using a hex to get rid of the pest, but decided against it, and the demon ran off. I, so far, have never used a hex and I wanted to keep my hands clean for as long as I could.
For the remainder of my search, I kept an eye out for any more demons, though I didn't see any more. By five o'clock my attempts were still fruitless and I walked into a store that was just about to close. Every story I went to, I made sure to try on at least one outfit. And every one I tried on was to fake o sluty or just didn't fit. I had mentally demanded that after three more stores I would go home and try again tomorrow. But in that store, the one that was closing, I finally found on I though was decent. It was a silver, old-fashion, flapper outfit with a black floral design all throughout the top and skirt. It felt like an actual, wearable, outfit and was very pretty, But, and thought it fit my figure perfectly, the skirt was to short and the shirt to tight causing what little cleavage I had to be emphasized and pushed upwards. I sighed in defeat. Why couldn't I find a descent, modest, real, fitting outfit for my special Halloween. And the worst part was that this outfit was perfect. I dejectedly changed back into my close and hung the outfit back on it's hanger. But, as I went out to put it back on the rack, I just couldn't seem to put it back. I mean, I wasn't going to find anything else even remotely descent around here. And so what if it didn't fit me just right? It wasn't like it was uncomfortable to wear. And it was really pretty.
In the end, I decided that I would just buy it. I mean, what did I have to lose, besides $26.
Then we finally get to tonight. Tonight; Halloween night, night. I could feel the magic in the air. Ben and I had decided that, after his session with his mentor, and after I brought the twins back home tucked them in, we would meet up and go out. And I was nervous. Could you blame me. I mean, hear I am, on the most important day of the year, going out with the love of my life, In an outfit I'm not even sure that I like. What if I screw something up?
I tucked the twins in at nine-thirty and spent an hour and a half doing my hair just right and getting ready. Then I fidgeted for a half hour, checking on the twins and staring at a magazine article that talked about…. I don't even know what.
Finally I heard a knock on the door. I rushed a little to fast as I opened the door and practically toppled over on top of my Ben if he hadn't kept his balance.
"Jeez, Angie, if you wanted to get out of here so bad...' he said smiling down at me. I blushed, and he chuckled at me for that. "Are we ready to go?" He asked
"almost, I just need to grab something." I said as I rushed back in to grab my cloak and ran back out, locking the door and waved my wand at the house casting my spells on it for the twins.
As I tucked my wand away Ben came up behind me and wrapped his cloak around my (when he first me, he thought my cloak travel was so smart, he got one of his own. I felt special for the rest of the week.), pulling me in to him… vary close to him.
My cheeks were probably beat red.
"Um…Ben?
"Yah?" he asked over my shoulder as he twirled his wand around us, performing the fling spell around us.
"Um, I could fly on my own, you know?" Not that I minded where I was now.
"I don't doubt that, but it's really cold tonight, I thought it would b warmer if we went together." He said blushing, and looking away.
One thing I've learned over the years of knowing Ben is that, though he's more outgoing than me, we're both still fairly shy. So, When I was pondering my fantasy future with him, I knew that I'd have to be more bold, even if I wasn't as comfortable as I liked. So, even though I was a little nervous, I turned in his grip, and wrapped my arms around his torso.
"All right then, let's go" I said, my face about the right color as the blood in my face drained with my fears and raised with my embarrassment.
I buried my face in his chest to make sure he didn't see my expression,…and because I liked being this close to him. He didn't say anything as he wrapped his arms around me and we flowed soundlessly off the ground. I'm not sure if I was thankful for his lack of words, or upset.
It only took five minutes until we landed in our first little town.
"Did you catch the name?" I leaned in to Ben and asked.
"No," he said, sounding slightly winded, "I never pay attention to names."
"Mmmhh." I responded, I was fine with not caring for the night. It never really did matter if I ended up catching the name or not, I only went out once a year.
We didn't stay long in that town. But we did have fun causing a woman to drop her candy bowl and watch the last few kids that were trick-or-treating scurry around and get every last bit. We also caused a man to stumble into a woman at one of the parties there, causing her to spill her lime green drink all over her barely there cavewoman outfit. I enjoyed doing that one. But then we took off, landing in only a few more small towns before we hit a larger city.
There we stopped by as many party places as we could within one hour. Hitting 19 clubs, 6 bars, 7 private parties, and 3 apartment buildings. Our two best pranks there where, when we caused a drunk guys car to spontaneously go berserk, and he totally flipped and started screaming at it to 'Calm down!' The cops got there before we left; also, when we counter egged some guys and there girlfriends when they tried to egg us as they drove by. We got there car pretty good.
The whole night went this way, through out 5 different cities and 17 smaller towns. And, since I skipped a tune of time, I'll just go through some highlights. Let's see, at a privet party, there was a woman in a little red devil suit; I made her 4 inch heel snap, causing her to fall down the stairs into the arms of a blond guy trying to pull off Harry Potter. I though they would be a cute couple, but Ben thought she looked like the snobbish type. "The guy won't have a chance" he said. But I disagree.
In a club, we caused a particularly nervous girl to dance with a touchy-feelly perv that had had been staring at her from when we first got there. After that dance she grabber her drunken friend, who was sucking the face of some unknown guy, and skedaddled out of there. We also, before we left the club, cast a drunk, angry man to sleep, his head resting on the counter, before the demon who whispered to him could persuade him to do anything he'd regret.
There was a party in a barn, along the country side, that we also attended. And it was the perfect situation as I caused a barely half dressed zebra woman to catch her costume on a nail and it tore right off her body. Then, her boyfriend, in his cheetah speedo (Yuck. she probably talked him into it) came to her aid with nothing to really offer her, especially with his lack of cloths.
Then there was that small, privet party where two lovebirds decided that they wanted to get busy in the coat closet, where everyone could hear them. They were really get loud in there and people started to leave the room as they became more and more uncomfortable. When Ben and I were sure that the couple was near the door (and trust me, we knew) we popped the door open and the mostly naked couple came crashing down. Serves them right, I'd say.
And, lastly, in a wealthy apartment building, we burnt out one light bulb in a string of old-fashion Christmas lights that someone decided to put up early. If there's one thing I can't stand, its people ignoring and skipping over Halloween.
So those were the few high lights for the night, and it doesn't look like anything special is going to happen here. We're in our last city right now. In twenty-five minutes we'll head back and call it a night. Ben and I are walking down the sidewalk now. We had been mostly quiet as we walked, but I was kind of nice like that. We just left a bar and plan to hit an open drug store and one more apartment building for the night.
"Hey, Angie?"
"Hmm?" I responded
"Do you…." He started to ask, but he became hushed when we saw a staggering drunk man, with his head bowed and a demon fallowing him, coming towards us, walking in the opposite direction of us.
Ben grabbed my waist, pulling me in closed as the man passed. Ben and I, at the same time, pointed a spell backwards and caused the man to trip. We heard him curse.
When we were several feet away, Ben loosened his stance.
"Anyway," He began again, "Do you want to…"
But then, some one behind us pushed Ben flat against the cool brick wall of the near by building, smashing his head into wall. Me, still being in his arms, was thrown to the wall with him and had a first row seat to hearing his head hit the hard brick surface. The abuser spun Ben around (Ben had let go of me) and landed a powerful punch in his gut. Ben toppled over, trying to catch his breath as he tried to stay of the ground. It happened so fast that by the time I was able to turn around and try to help Ben, my hair was being pulled, forcing me up straight. The attacker tilted my face up, and landed a hard slap to my left cheek. Tears stung in my eyes as the man started dragging me into a more shaded area of the sidewalk. I could only think of the worst of what he would want as I tried to think of a way out of this. My wand had fallen out only moments ago, so my only options would be to hope for Ben to rescue me, which didn't seem likely at the moment as he was still trying to recover, or fight this person, which would be near impossible if this guy was as strong as I thought.
"So, you never thought that I'd catch up to you, did you Lola?"
I made my best effort to see who had me. Not only did this creeper not have the right person, but she wasn't even a ma, though you could have fooled me. Her voice was deep, though it was still slightly feminine. She also had unbelievable muscles, and when I say unbelievable I mean that they were unnaturally unbelievable. She wore a white shirt, from what I could see. It was a shirt that could fit an averagely built man just fine, but with her, her the shirt strained against her muscles. Heck, her skin strained against her muscles. Her shoulders were broader than even Emmett the Vampire's, and, what I could make out, her breasts weren't even there, just large muscles that you would find on a man. I glanced at her face and saw light hairs around her jaw. Her hair was greasy.
I had heard of cases like this, from cop shows, ninth grad health class, and the medical station. This girl was a major steroid user. Her muscles didn't even look like they could function properly.
She slapped me again and I shrieked. I think some of my skin came off with that one, though it was hard to tell when my brain was being mashed in my skull due to impact. She turned my head back to face her, probably trying to gain what little attention I had on the outside world.
"You do know why I'm doing this," she asked/told me. "If you had kept your fucking mouth closed, I would have made the team," her hand tightened in my hair, pulling out strands," But you couldn't just leave well-enough alone could you Lola?" she spat in my face.
Tears ran down my cheeks, stinging my left one profoundly. Why was I here again? Oh, because some half-high, enraged, steroids addict, who I just realized is being influenced by not one, but two demons, has mistaken me for some other girl who apparently ruined her career. I was in deep shit (Don't pardon my French, I don't care right now)
"Now, I'm going to make you pay, and do you know how I'm going to do that?" she asked as she pulled out a Jack-knife and twirled it in my face.
"I'm going to use this baby, right here." she taunted. I began to sob. I had to find a way out of this now or I don't think I'm going to come out at all.
I started kicking and thrashing my arms lowly, to try and avoid the blade, and tried to kick around. As I wiggled around, my hair started to come out in chucks.
She started laughing as my, taunting my attempts. But my adrenalin was already flowing and my instincts started coming in. In a quick movement, my hand flew up to her face, and I unthinkingly jabbed my finger into her eye.
She let go of my screaming. But as I tried to straggle away, she grabbed my arm, looking pissed.
"You Little Bitch!!!" She screamed at me, rising her meaty fist in the air, above my face. I cringed away as I tried to claw her squeezing hand off of my arm. It had no effect.
I let out one more strangled sob when, above me, the girl screamed.
"WOOW!" she exclaimed as she started floating into the air. I almost laughed, but when I saw the deadly expression an Ben's face (along with some blood), as he lifted the girl in the air and let he drop.
I heard the splat/clunk noise that she made as she hit the ground and all was silent.
Slowly, she raised her head back up, clutching it, dazed as she tried to make sense of what happened. I watched as she began to scream again as Ben lifted her back into the air, a little higher, and let her drop again. She tried to stay still, but her hard breathing gave her away this time. She screamed more furiously this time as Ben lifted her and twisted her around, so her back would land this time. And then, when she landed on the ground, it knocked her out cold.
We watched her for a second, to be sure. Then Ben and I looked at each other, he seemed worried about my reaction to what he had done. I was in a hurry now as I sprang to my feet and lunged at Ben, clutching onto him as I sobbed hard into him. He wrapped his arms around me and lowered us to the ground to sit. He rocked me back and forth softly, cringing slightly as every time I hugged him to close, but I couldn't help it. I loved him so much and, right now, I needed comforting. After a while, when I had stopped crying and was half asleep due to his swaying, he started to pick me up. But, as I heard him gasp in pain, I decide that I was capable of doing it myself now. It was a nice gesture anyways, and I wouldn't forget it.
We walked around a little more until we found closed store with a pharmacy section. With a wave of my want, I disengaged the security cameras and locks. I grabbed some ointments and wash rage as we headed into a bathroom in the back. Ben turned on the lights and I gasped at the horrid reflection staring back at me. My eyes were red and so was the tip of my nose. My hair was messed up and I caught sight of red reflecting off of a few strands. My flapper head band was hanging only by the pins that I put in to hold it in place. But the worst part was my left cheek, missing the top layer of skin so it bled, and swollen to the size of a plum, causing the rest of the surrounding skin to puff out unnaturally.
I turned from the mirror, putting my hands over my face and felt another sob attack underway. I felt Ben in front of me and he wrapped his arms around me. I buried my face, still covered by my hands, into his chest. But he didn't want that. He put his left hand on my right cheek, pulling my face up to eye level and used both of his hands to take mine off my face and hold them. His eyes roamed my face. And I wanted to cry. I had ruined the night. Our first Halloween. And probably our only one now. The real punch though was that the night had almost gone perfectly. If things had gone accordingly we would have both been flying home by now.
"I'm sorry Ben." My voice quivered and I looked away. Why was I sorry? For not being the right one. I had tried so hard, But, I'm sure he wouldn't want me anymore. I know I don't want me right now either.
He let go of my hands, one at a time, and cradled my face. His eyebrows furrowed and It looked like he was thinking over something. Then his expression smoothed
"You're so pretty Angie." He said.
It wasn't what he said, more than how he said it that made me feel like I was melting and being reinforced my steal at the same time. He leaned in slowly, for once not looking nervous, and carefully brushed his lips against mine and pulled away.
I gave him a little smile as he helped me sit on the counter and started putting ointment on my cheek after cleaning it off as best he could with the wash cloth without hurting me.
Then he had me take my headband of and examined the back of my head the best he could with my hair in the way, and washed off the little bit of blood there. He also examined my arm, where some nasty bruises were starting to form. After I passed his inspection, I started on him. I first checked his head; he had a cut on the right side of his forehead, and cringed back every time I touched it. His nose had also started bleeding, and I realized that, though it wasn't broken, it was slightly out of place. I tried to sooth it back in to place without hurting him, and I think I did a pretty good job. Then I helped him carefully take off his shirt. The punch had done a bit of damage. There were three punctures right in a row, probably from the girl's knuckles; then, some of his skin was scrapped of, where the rest of her fist made direct contact. Then around that mess, were some dark red-purple bruises. And, lastly, there was one long streak of bruises that ran all the way from the middle of the punch to his side left side. I'd bet my life that she had broken his rib
As I continued trying to clean his wounds, he continued to groan, moan, cringe, and wince. After a second of working on his torso, I felt hot tears flow from my eyes. He had gotten some much more of a beating than I did. I sort of wish that she did put the blade on me, now.
"Ben, I'm going to see if they have a wrap. I think one of your ribs is broken." I said as I backed to the door, not really wanting to leave him here like this, even if I was only in the other room.
"I think so too." He said, sounding strained. He had been girding his teeth to try and keep quiet when I was working on him.
"Don't move." I commanded, adding a 'stay where you are,' gesture as I ran out the door and quickly found what I was looking for.
I walked back in and put the wrap I found aside for now as I hopped up on the counter next to Ben and leaned ageist the mirror. He joined me.
"It's probably been five minutes for you, if you wanted me to heal you already?" he said, and I glared at him.
"You wont do anything of the sort. You know how much that takes out of a person, and you're in worse condition that I am." I told him in an 'end-of-discussion' tone. He assessed my mood a before nodding and leaning back again.
The healing spell that we used could heal any flesh wound (and any of the under-flesh wounds if you're skilled enough, which I'm not). But this spell needs a lot of energy to do, which is why I'm not allowing Ben to use it on me or himself. Why use anti-biotic ointments? Reduces infections. Why are we waiting five minutes? It's easier for the skin to cooperate if it has started the healing process already.
So after five more minutes, I used the palms of my hands to heal Ben, before wrapping his still loose or broken rib into place. And then, before Ben could reciprocate my favor. I healed myself. That's when I needed to sit down for a minute. Ben sat next to me, but I wanted to get back home before I fell asleep, so I got back up and helped to pull him up.
We put the store back in order and just flew away, right in the middle of the street. We, most times would never do that, but we were both tired for the night and, frankly, just didn't care anymore.
Ben lifted us, like he did the first time, and we flew home quickly, landing right on my door step.
I smiled sleepily at Ben as I used the door knob and him as support.
"Thank you, Ben. I don't know what I would do without you" I said to him. He smiled back at me.
"I don't know what I would do without you too, Angie. And I'd say that tonight was one of my most fun Halloweens ever. Well, except for that last part" He admitted. I frowned, but nodded in agreement. It didn't even seem like the same night anymore, after what happened. I'd have to elaborate on it more in the morning.
I was so out of it that I didn't even realize that, while I was thinking about that, I had started to tip over, despite my supports. Ben circling his arms around my waist. He chuckled at me.
"You should probably get to bed Angie, before you topple over." He said humorously. I blushed and nodded, but couldn't move at the moment.
Ben leaned in, for the last time tonight, and brushed his lips against mine. And I kissed him back before I tried to pull away to end the night, but he didn't let go, placing his hand on the back of my head, slipping the tips of his fingers into my hair, holding my head in place and kissing me a little bit harder before his grip started loosened. But, by now, I didn't what him to stop anymore. I grabbed the back of his neck and held him firmly in place as I moved my lips slightly on his. He seemed a little shocked at first, but didn't hold back as he moved his lips with mine.
It only took a few seconds until I couldn't help myself anymore. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over his lips, and he complied with a groan. Now, I've never kissed like this before, but let me tell you that I don't think there's any going back now. His tongue was so soft as it caressed mine. And, it may sound strange, But there's just something there that stirs up desire when wet flesh joins, even if it is just tongues in a kiss.
Reluctantly, we pulled away, after our breathing had sped up considerably. Ben, carefully, gently pulled me in closer into his embrace. And I was careful not to move wrongly.
"Good night, my witch," he said to me softly.
"Good night" I said back as loving as I could
Then he opened my door for me and waited until I was inside before he flew away.
***HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE***
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End Note;;; Ok, I know, lengthy and pointless, yah, yah. But I don't care right now because I just finished this right now and I'm as tired as I described Angela. So, I'm just going to post this story right now and go to bed.
Good Night right now
Happy All Hallows Eve everyone.