Hi guys:D Once again we've decided to convert a RP into a fic and this time its about as different as you can get from Eternally Chasing Mercedes, which we haven't forgotten about and will be updating very soon. This new fic is based on the tumblr RP NYC:Hellmouth formerly known as Lima Falls Glee which is over a year old and for anyone who is interested in checking out the character blogs, the account names are fallenangel-sammael and mystical-mercyjones. Hope you guys enjoy it as much as we enjoyed rping it!
Jeni and Chauncey
Prologue
Mercedes sat at the dining room table looking over at her grandmother, Patrice Jones, trying not to give her major side-eye. Had she heard what she thought she heard coming out of her grandmother's mouth? It couldn't be. She knew her grandmother was getting up there in years but the young girl felt like she should have been years away from going senile. Yet, here she was, sitting face to face with her grandmother, who had just told her…she was a witch. Mercedes had been called the other word that rhymes with 'witch' occasionally in school when one of the prissy girls were surprised when the young girl didn't take their shit, but a witch? Nope- not in the magical sense anyway."Grams, are you feeling alright," Mercedes asked as she looked over at her grandmother who watched her solemnly. "Don't patronize me child," her grandmother replied with a small smile. "You're listening to me with the wrong part of yourself," she continued.
Mercedes furrowed her eyebrows, confused by the older woman's statement. "I don't follow Grams," she replied with the nickname she had always called her grandma. "Well," the older woman said standing up and walking away asking the girl to follow, "I'm sitting her telling you that you come from a long line of witches, and magic flows through your blood. I'm telling you that we, as witches, are the servants of nature and keep the balance in this world between the natural and supernatural. I'm telling you of your destiny child," Patrice Jones explained as they walked down into the basement. Getting to the bottom of the stairs the older woman looked up at her grandchild with a gleam in her eyes, "I'm only telling you what you already feel in your spirit. You keep listening to me with that logical brain of yours and you need to listen to me with your soul," she said as she turned back around and walked to a far wall and pressed a spot on it.
In seconds Mercedes' eye brows shot up as the wall separated and revealed what looked like something of a shrine with candles, weird jewelry, and books. Something in Mercedes Jones stirred in that moment and she felt a sudden jolt of excitement. Why was she excited? "You feel it too, don't you Cedes," her grandmother commented, "That's the magic calling to you. When you came to me about the weird dreams you'd been having and the flashes of images you got when coming in contact with certain people…I knew it was time you knew. Your powers have begun to surface. It happens to every witch when they reach a certain age. Although I must say it's happened to you a lot sooner- then again the Jones' line is one of the strongest magical lines there are so I'm not surprised," Patrice finished with a shook her head for a moment. She had gone to her grandmother concerned over the recent happenings this past week. She'd been having weird dreams about dark figures and bodies being drained dry. Not to mention when she was doing the charity car wash the hose she had been holding caught on fire when she got excited. It was strange, and for some reason Mercedes felt she needed to tell her grandmother. Yet, this was not the news she wanted to hear. All her life her grandmother had been her protector and her anchor. When her father died in the car accident when she was ten and her mother abandoned her soon after her grandmother stepped up and raised Mercedes. Mercedes had turned to the woman to comfort her, and tell her it was just random events- not to tell her some earth shattering news such as this.
Mercedes wanted to shut her eyes and pretend this was all a joke her grandmother was playing but somewhere, not even so deep, inside she knew her elder was telling the truth. "I don't know," was all the young girl could whisper. The older woman put a comforting arm around her granddaughter's shoulder. "I know you don't know now, but you will. That's why I'm here. We'll start your lessons as soon as possible," the older woman explained."Lessons," Mercedes questioned. "Yes, every witch has lessons in her magic. It's to teach them in the ways of being a servant of nature," her grandmother finished. Mercedes couldn't help but roll her eyes. She would have thought being a witch would give her ways to figure out how to do less homework. "I still don't" Mercedes began. "You still don't know if you really hold the power," her grandmother finished. The young girl nodded.
The older woman stood back from her granddaughter with a sense of pride in her eyes. "Well, Cedes. I don't know if you noticed but for the duration of this conversation down here…you've been floating in the air," her grandmother said nonchalantly. The young girl's eye brows drew together in confusion until she looked down at her feet and realized she was indeed no longer on the ground. When panic set in she tumbled to the looked up as her grandmother floated back down to the ground to stand over her. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it," the older woman said with a chuckle.