The Witch Circle

Chapter 1= Strong Presence and Questions

The rain poured as the car pulled into the drive way. I opened the door reluctantly and stepped out into the down pour of rain; soaking my dark brown hair, making it look black and dead straight. My black and white Nike shoes got muddy; staining it in a sickening brown.

The sight before me was quite depressing; I never liked rainy, gloomy, cold places and this place was exactly that. I liked sun, heat, energy; this place didn't have any of that; it was dead and full of darkness in my eyes.

"Hey get out of the rain before you catch a cold" said a distant voice that broke me out of my trance.

I slammed the black SUV's car door and speed walked up the front porch of a two story wooden house. It was old and looked to be at least a hundred years old. The windows couldn't shut properly and made banging noises because of the harsh wind. The white paint could hardly be seen; it was stained in either brown or black and made the place look like a dump despite its wonderful architecture.

I heard the sound of knocking on a door but I didn't pay attention because I was still observing my surroundings. The heard the sound of a door creaking open as if it would fall off of the hinges any second now.

"Hello, Miss Elizabell, I am Adriana, I called you a week ago about you being young Miss Jones' guardian" I heard Adriana say to my supposed to be guardian. I thought it would only be polite to turn around and face my new guardian. I was so tired of all this nonsense every month.

Around every month or two weeks I would be adopted then the people would give me back because of several reasons example 1= I'm not good at obeying rules, 2= I get detention at least 4 times a week out of the 5 days and that is in a good week, 3= weird stuff happen; either you trip and fall down the stairs, my guardians wake up in the middle of the night hearing me screaming about vampires in my room or the house starts to shake like during an earthquake whenever I get angry. When the stuff stated above happen, I'm usually get sent back to the foster home.

I'm currently 17 and I've run through about 30 to 40 foster parents with three years. Adriana is a foster agent or whatever you call them; anyways she is supposed to get me a guardian. From what I've figured out, the old lady named 'Miss Elizabell' is going to be my new guardian. Yay! Not…

Time Lapse

I stood looking out the kitchen window at the rainy view before me, I wasn't really looking at the view; I was just staring into space. I felt empty like I was worth nothing which was actually the truth, no one cared for me and I honestly didn't care for anyone either. There was nothing special about me. I didn't have a talent or anything that could put me somewhere in society.

My hands wrapped themselves around my small but sturdy frame. I stood at 5 feet 6 inches, flat stomach, cream skinned, brown eyed with long dark brown wavy waist length hair. Small pink lips, medium sized nose accessorised with a silver piercing and small cute ears that had 2 piercings in each. Long neck and sculptured collar bones.

I was good looking but in my eyes I saw all of my flaws; too long eyelashes, my hair wasn't glossy enough even though it shined beautifully in the light, my ass wasn't big enough, it was always some excuse to dislike myself but really and truly deep down I loved my body but it was the thing within me that I hated.

I heard soft shuffling of feet behind me, so I turned around already knowing it was my new adoptive mother Elizabell Franklin. She was 5 feet, long grey hair in a plat going down her back like a rope, blabby arms, chubby looking, wrinkled, sagging face, parched lips and bright blue eyes that brightened the entire room.

She looked so sweet and innocent, I didn't want to hurt her or scare her because she might get a heart attack, so how was I going to get her to give me away like everyone else? I was thinking of a way to make her hate me; I could probably just do really bad in school and be a total disrespectful bitch which isn't hard for me to be at all. As I was thinking of being a terrible teen she came up to me and looked me up and down with an uninterested look on her face, this caught my attention and I brought all my attention back to the old hag.

"Umm… you're making me uncomfortable" I said while crossing my arms over my chest and huffing. I always tried to be a spoilt bitchy teen to repulse people.

"Oh I'm sorry dear, I just expected…more" she finished her sentence as if she was disappointed. What the hell was that supposed to mean? I was so dumbstruck that I didn't even notice her leave the old time little kitchen.

When I finally gave up on assessing her last said words I decided to go unpack my stuff. She said earlier today that it was upstairs in the second door on the left. I made my way up the noisy stairs that looked and sounded like it would break down if any weight was put on it. I prayed silently that the ancient house wouldn't come crashing down on me.

When I made it up stairs safely I was stunned and slightly disgusted at the sight of which the second floor was kept. I mean down stairs looked old and used but up here looked like a haunted, freaky, dirty place where ghosts live.

It had cob webs on every corner of any and every object; all the corners in the ceiling had cob webs that held dead bugs and black dust, the table in the long corridor were black with filthy dirt and the floor was covered with dried leaves from the corridors only window that lead to a view of the front yard.

The carpet had lost it's what I believe to be either red or burgundy colour but is now brown. The floor creaks with every step and light comes form only the outside, which only comes from the window in the corridor; therefor very little light.

The corridor's grey walls adorned with family portraits of women in black dresses and corsets but not one man. These women all had dates at eh bottom of their portraits some went back to hundreds of years ago; it was unbelievable as to how old these paintings were.

The long corridor had four doors in total, two on each side of the corridor. I walked to the second door on the left that was made of an old mahogany wood and covered in again more dust. I slowly and carefully placed my hand on the rusty door handle that had intricate designs on it. I tightened my grip on the handle and braced myself for what was next to happen.

My heart was racing and I was fearful of what may be revealed after I open the door but I sucked it up and took an in hale of dusty air and turned the stiff handle. Again it made a noise that would freak normal people out but not me, I've been through much worse.

I gave the heavy door a hard push and a gush of dusty air flew in my face making me cough like crazy. When I was finally able to open my eyes I saw the most beautiful room one could ever wish for. Well it wasn't sparkling but it was sophisticated.

It was one of those old times looking bed rooms that long ago rich mistresses or ladies would have. It was huge and had a king sized bed that had curtains draped around it elegantly. Fluffy pillows filled of feathers and thick covers made of old expensive fabrics. Dressers, a large wardrobe and chest of draws built by hand with complex designs out of beautiful dark wood. The room had rugs with convoluted designs and patterns and a large oval mirror on one wall; the mirror was enormous, about 5 times my size and was built of silver that adorned the reflection with multifaceted designs and swirls.

It showed me my reflection but it wasn't just my physical reflection but my internal person. Rebecca was my internal person, she was mischievous and never up to any good, she would go wild and rampage in our body, using my strengths to do bad, this was my other person, she would come out every once in a while and do what she wishes but I try to fight her and that's why at night I could never sleep well and even when I do get a break and go to rest I would always wake up screaming, this was her meaning of fun; torturing me from within to the point where I break and set her free. I called her the other half of me, my devil side.

In my reflection she smiled that devilish smile and showed her pearly white teeth with an evil glint in her eyes no my eyes. I turned away from the reflection after hearing footsteps outside. I thought that it was Elizabell but when I waited for the footsteps to continue it didn't so I went to inspect and guess what, no one was in the corridor.

I closed my room door and decided to unpack my suitcase and trunk. Within my bags had cloths, my book of shadows, some spell books and herbs. I left all my witch craft materials in my trunk and shoved it under my bed.

As I was about to pack my clothes away when the only window in my room that I made sure was locked shut (it gave me a view of the front yard) swung open and a gush of wind came in, bringing leaves and water droplets with it. I quickly ran over to the window and shut it. I made sure it was secure, I didn't know how it could have possibly unlocked anyways, I went back to my bed where I had my clothes laid out but to my surprise all of my clothes were down on the floor, now that had to be impossible, the clothes were all in the centre of the bed so how could it have fallen off.

I was puzzled but I didn't get to stress over it because Elizabell called form downstairs saying that dinner would be ready in ten. I rushed to pack my cloths away in the wardrobe. It was a huge wardrobe but so beautiful, the patterns on it were so stunning it mesmerised me.

It was a surprise to me how clean the room was compared to the corridor but I guess that was because it was enclosed, although it did smell musky but I could open the window later when I the rain stopped and probably wash the sheets and dust here and there but my room was otherwise wonderful.

I walked out of my room, leaving the door wide open for air circulation and went into the corridor that sent chills up my spine and not the good kind. I felt as if I was being watched and observed. I had felt a weird presence, a powerful frightening presence but then again I always felt uneasy anywhere even in my own skin thanks to my dear friend Rebecca.

I walked down the corridor making creaking sounds on the floor board. I was careful walking down the unstable stairs and made it safely and in one peace to the first floor. I walked into the kitchen and sat down on the small table where a bowl of soup and garlic bread was placed out for me.

"Thank you Elizabell" I said to the old woman in front of me, she only nodded in response and continued to take an entire 30 seconds to get the spoon of soup into her mouth after spilling about half of it back into the bowl, she then took about another 30 seconds to just swallow it. I hope I didn't have to stay here till she finishes eating because that would take the entire night.

She looked at me for 20 seconds straight until she finally swallowed and then asked "What would you like me to call you by miss Jones, Arianna or Rebecca" the last name struck me and I felt Rebecca pushing her way into my brain, just like she always does whenever her name is called by someone else. I got a splitting head ache but ignored it as usual after having years of practice with fighting her off.

"Arianna is my name not Rebecca although my mother put Rebecca as my first name, I don't go by it" I explained quickly to Elizabell.

"Oh, I see" she said in a whisper; barely audible.

We continued to eat in silence until she spoke again ever so silently, "Tomorrow is the beginning of school, it is not far from here just a 10 minute walk, all you have to do is follow the main road form here and you will come to La Push high, simple, I already registered you so no worries"

"Okay" I said to her in a soft voice that even I didn't quite hear. Damn, school, perfect. I wonder how to get this woman to give me up, hmm…maybe I could just wait for a few more months until I'm 18 and I could get out of here, I don't want to put anyone in danger after all I'm unstable.

After dinner she sent me to my room, she said that she didn't know what state the place was in upstairs because the last 40 years she was unable to walk up the stairs, now that explains the terrible mess, and she also told me to watch out for bats or something because she thinks they made a home in the attic because she has heard noises. I guess that was the noise I heard in the corridor earlier.

I made it back to my room and it was 6 pm so I decided to clean the room; I gave it a good sweep, dusted the place, wiped the window and guess what the sheet were perfectly clean and I liked the dark burgundy and violet theme the room was colour coded in. The room gave off a vibe though, it was a powerful vibe like in the corridor but this time it was stronger, safer, it made me feel high.

After I had cleaned my room it was 7 pm so I decided to get the hall way cleaned. I used some of my magic to help me out. I summoned air, the element that was easy for me to control and used it to dust off the cobwebs, dirt and leaves and put it into a garbage bag. The Corridor looked much better now but it felt different, not fresh air different but the atmosphere felt heavy, dangerous and like I was surrounded with people although no one was there besides the portraits which eyes seemed to follow me everywhere but I knew that was impossible and that I was just paranoid as usual.

After getting over my paranoia I decided to explore the other rooms and see if they were just as beautiful. The room next to mine (First room on left) was just the same except the furniture was slightly different designs and there was no mirror but the interesting thing was that inside the wardrobe I found a box.

Within the box held photos of more women; some young, others old and haggard, then beautiful middle aged women with long black hair and soul searching eyes just like the women in the Corridor, in the back of these black and white photos also had dates and again I was astonished by how old and ancient these pictures were. Well you could tell it was long ago by the way the paper felt and what clothes were worn but still, I would never have thought that this place could hold so many generations of Franklins.

I was brought out of my astonishment by yet the second sound today of creaking noises coming from the Corridor, it sounded like soft footsteps just like before but the old lady couldn't come up here. So what was it, it could only make noises like that if someone was there.

My heart beat increased when I realised that someone or something was on the other side of the door, the door that was the only way out of the room. I slowly rose form my crouched position on the floor, still hearing the noise, coming closer and closer to the door. I braced myself, I learnt to protect myself from any threat a long time ago, and my mother taught me well so I had nothing to fear but I felt over powered by a presence. I just felt like if it came to a fight, I wouldn't be able to win.

The sound became clearly audible and I knew that something was there but just when the sound reached the door all went silent except my heart. Then the uneasy feeling disappeared and the heaviness in the atmosphere suddenly lifted and I felt the threat disappear.

My mind was confused and frightened from the feeling that I felt just seconds ago, that fear and over powering energy that was so close to me and only separated by a door. I dropped the photos and went towards the door. I felt no presence so I simply opened the door; I still felt afraid and jumpy but I had a strong feeling that whatever was just here has left but would be back soon.

I walked down the hall way quickly and noisily to my room, to my surprise my trunk that I had put under my bed was now out in the open with all of its continents scattered around the room. I ran over to my trunk and surveyed the room. I was confused and baffled along with fearful. My throat was dry and my palms sweaty. I saw a crumpled page and picked it up and expeditiously opened it, revealing the page with my full name on it, 'Rebecca Arianna Jones' this page came from my book of shadows that my mother gave to me on my 12th birthday, my name was in her hand writing.

I removed my eyes form the page and looked for my book of shadows but I couldn't find it. Then a gush of wind with a strong spiritual energy came from nowhere and slammed my door shut.

I felt the presence again but behind the door, then gone. How did it close my door? Where is my book? What does it want from me? What did I ever do to it?

I cleaned up my room and set my alarm for school tomorrow but I doubt I could sleep after today's experiences plus Rebecca was antsy after hearing her name being called and now she wants out more than ever to greet our new guardian but I wouldn't let her do anything again like she did with the last sets.

She almost killed them, not this time, I'm not even letting her get a chance.

I snuggled into my blanket and left all the lights on but somehow I fell asleep feeling calm and protected but why? And why wasn't Rebecca torturing me? These were the last thoughts that registered in my brain before all went black.

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