A/N: Alright, I couldn't help myself in posting this story up. I love The Covenant, and wish that I met every single one of the guys but that def. won't be possible. Sigh, if only I was seven years older, then I might (Not.) have the chance. You should check out That Girl's A Trick by This Providence. The lyrics go really well for my storyline, and is one of my favourite songs ever. ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own The Covenant, nor do I own the characters (except for my own), so enjoy what I have written so far. Oh, and the song title for my story is not owned by me either. And don't forget to review. They make me burst with joy! (No really.) :)
P.S. Rated M for language, and for all of you who are Religious, be warned that there are a few Devil worshipping comments in here. So if you don't want to read anything that will offend your religion, please don't read on.
There are many Witch myths pertaining to every culture, and in said cultures every myth comes with the belief that women were the main suspects of being a Witch. Some were true; others have blown their myths out of proportion.
This is where I come in. My family had been accused of raising men and women to become Witches throughout the centuries, under the unambiguous pact with the Devil. Part of it is true, yes, but again the myth was blow out of proportion when claimed that in order for us to become Witches, one must strip all of her clothes off, head to the seashore and roll around in the sand. Then, after making seven full revolutions, we must stand and make three circles and head straight to Hell where we got our powers.
What, a load, of dog shit. I mean come on, who the hell made up this myth? Not only does it make all Witches sound like lunatics, but it is completely and utterly nonsensical. Yes, it's true that we got our powers from the Devil, from what I am told by my mother, but all of those steps to becoming a Witch, as I said before, is nonsensical. I was born into Witchdom. I became what Catalan tradition's call a Bruixeria, which is witchcraft based on a pact with the Devil. Although, I am a mix of a Bruixeria and a Fetilleria, which is magic worked through charms and fetishes. I was always the main object of attention in my family, because I was the first Witch who survived a mixed bloodline.
My family, along with a few others, are a part of a Coven which has one main leader, my mother Lucinda, along with my father Jack (Who was born in America and lived there until he toured Europe and met my mother). Living in a Coven of Witches is not easy let me tell you that. I've gone through so many training procedures in case another family of Witches attack which, mind you, hasn't happened in hundreds of years. There is an odd thing though, that I've had since I was born, and that was the mark of the Devil. No other Witch since the beginning has been recalled of having a mark like mine, and it was one of the reasons why I was still the main topic of conversation in my family.
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"What are you doing, Lissandra?" My mother asked incredulously, looking at me with her wide blue-grey eyes.
I continued to reach for the cereal box at the top of the cupboard, my kneecaps crushed painfully on the marble countertop, "I've realized that I'm as tall as a leprechaun, and need to reach..." I trailed off and gave a loud raucous cry of joy as I grabbed the box, and lowered myself to the ground.
"Sweetie, why didn't you just levitate it?" My mother frowned and ran a hand through her hair.
"Well, if I'm to live with a human, then I'll have to get used to not using my Powers, right?" I smiled at my mother, and took a handful of dry cereal and shoved it into my mouth, "So that way I won't make a mistake, and—" I paused and tried to swallow the thick saliva mixed pasty cereal without choking, before giving a loud cough, "freak out my roommate."
"Yes, but you've been in control of your powers since you turned ten. It is not a difficult thing to achieve, sweetie. And do you really have to leave?" My mother crossed her arms and frowned.
She was one of the few people who denied me to go to Spencer Academy, where I was greatly accepted for my father's donation and remarkable grades, when she learned that I was leaving the Coven. She hated when I acted like a human, and thought it weird that I wanted to learn around them. "They're selfish, snobby, rich brats Lissandra," She said to me over dinner one night, and I remembered getting upset over the fact that she denied me a human education, a normal life, "Mom, I've been going to school here my entire life, and I want to make something of myself in the human world. I don't want to be leader, and I don't want to rule the coven." I retorted haughtily and left the dinner table, ignoring my mother's yelling and my father's pleading.
I sighed at the memory and shoved more cereal in my mouth, "I've told you before, and I'll tell you again. I'm trying to be a normal person, who doesn't have powers, who doesn't live in a coven, and who doesn't need her mother to tell her how to live her life." I hinted at the end, a glare plastered on my face as my mother gave me a sad look. Okay, so the last one had nothing to do with me being a witch trying to live a normal life, but my mother was this overprotective witch that didn't leave me alone. No pun intended.
"I need to get out of Roussillon, off this island, and explore the wonders of humankind, along with my American culture. I need to get into Harvard too, and Spencer Academy is my one-way ticket to get there. You know how it's been my dream to become a lawyer—" When she looked at me with pursed lips I pointed a finger at her, "—and don't you dare say my place is with the Coven, because so help me God I will leave this instant with all of my things."
My mother let out a small sob, and I instantly knew I took it too far, "Don't you dare use His name in this house again, Lissandra. You know as well as I do that he is not the one we worship. This is who we are, and I am damn positive that this will be the biggest mistake of your life." With that my mother wiped away the rest of her tears, and strode off with her head held high.
I sighed and plopped down on the kitchen chair, slamming the box of cereal on the table. I rest my hands in my hair, and sniffled. I wished that she just understood that I didn't fit in here. That I deserved to have a say in my life for once, and that nothing she said would change my mind. I've been teased by the other kids my entire life for being different, that I had mixed blood and didn't deserve to be here. I folded my arms on top of the table and smacked my forehead onto my forearms, letting out a groan.
"Liss?" My head jerked up at the sound of my father's voice, and I smiled wide at him. So far, he was the only one who understood why I needed to leave, and even though my mother bitched at him about me leaving, he still took my side.
"Hey, daddy-o." I found it odd that I wasn't raised as the typical child in Roussillon, and instead raised as an American child. Who got grounded, had a curfew, and wasn't allowed to date until my father met the guy. Y'know, how my father was raised himself in Massachusetts with his adopted parents. Who are still living today, and who make the occasional visit every Christmas, Thanksgiving, and Halloween (my birthday), just to see me.
"I just saw your mother storming out of the house, care to explain?" My father was never mean, but he always had this I'm-very-disappointed-in-you look that always left me feeling guilty. Speaking of feeling guilty, he was giving me the look right now.
I sighed and played around with a puff of cereal that escaped the box, "I kinda insulted mom and used," I pointed up in the sky, to which my father shook his head and sighed, "His name in her almighty presence."
"Liss, I understand that you weren't raised like she was, but that doesn't mean that you have to insult her beliefs. I want you to apologise to your mother right now."
"No, if she can't accept the fact that I'm leaving in a few hours then screw her. I'm out of here." I picked myself up and levitated the cereal box right back into its place before stomping up the stairs.
I picked up all of the stuff that I was going to take with me on the private jet, knowing my belongings were probably already at Spenser, and guiltily wrote my mother an apology letter, along with a goodbye and the promise to return during holiday breaks. This was my chance to live life the way I've always dreamed, and I wasn't going to let an overprotective mother step in the way.
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"So you sure you're gonna be alright, kiddo?" My father held my shoulders at a distance, and when I nodded tearfully he pulled me into a hug, "Remember, we're just a phone call away. If you ever decide to come back," When I opened my mouth to retort he cut me off again, "We'll be right behind you. And don't forget the fact that your Granny and Grampi are near Spenser. So if you're having roommate trouble, then drive to their house, okay?" I nodded and pressed my face into his stylish tweed sweater, no doubt getting it all wet.
"You've got everything set then?" I nodded again and laughed tearfully when I saw his eyes water.
"My little girl is grown up. I remember my mother telling me the exact same thing, except she said little boy because it'd be really weird—" I laughed and punched his shoulder, and watched as he gave a small sound of protest and rubbed the spot.
"Oh, and no cavorting your powers around anyone, alright? I don't want anyone knowing that Witches exist." He laughed and kissed my forehead before pushing me toward our private jet. "Bye, Munchkin."
I pouted at the nickname, but waved goodbye as I boarded the Jet, "Goodbye, Wonderful Wizard of Oz." I saw my dad laughing and waving before someone closed and locked the door. I plopped onto the comfortable cushioned seat, and let out a small sob/laugh when I noticed that my father bought me a portable DVD player, and my favourite movie of all time, The Wizard of Oz.
Yeah, leaving my family is going to be a lot tougher than I expected.
A/N: Yeah, yeah. Weird, huh? Well, I had to do some reading, but I think I've got this whole witch thing pretty figured out (Ehh). If I made any mistakes please correct me, and review what I have so far. I'd like to hear your comments. Even if they're bad ones. I've got an open mind for anything and everything.
