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Please enjoy! Read and Review. In this story they are not Seniors but Juniors, meaning they ascend when they are 17.
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Prologue
Sam Parry had just arrived to his destination. It was his year to attend the Annual meetings of Wiccan. A majority of the Wiccan of the US arrived inside of the courthouse in old Salem and spoke about the problems their covens were having, exposure issues, etc. It was really a bore but as the youngest of the 'Men of Ipswich', he drew the short end of the stick. At least it wouldn't be like this for his son. Jessica, Sam's wife, was trying to get pregnant.
"Attention!" A voice called breaking Sam out of his thinking. "This meeting is to has begun. We will start with the Salem coven, Ipswich." On cue, Sam stood and walked to the podium.
"Good Morning, I am Samuel Parry. The first family of the Ipswich coven, last son to be born…" He went into the specifics of secrecy of the Ipswich coven, their customs, their education, etc. After giving his update he sat in his seat and droned out the voices of the other covens.
His thoughts were irrelevant, merely an action to pass time. He saw a witch that resembled his wife, Jessica. It wasn't that he didn't love his wife, it was just that she wasn't the one. Jessica was basically raised for him. Their parents had been close friends, and always pushed them together. Finally Sam gave in and they have been together ever since. Jessica was beautiful, smart, strong-willed. She was also stuck up, vindictive, spoiled. Sam was beginning to hate his life.
"Mr. Parry?" Said a voice that sounded like music.
"Yes? I'm sorry, I lost myself." Sam looked up to long legs, brown skin, elfish features, and short stature. "What do you need, Miss?"
"Oh, sorry. I'm Cynthia Townsand. You can call me Cynthia. I'm from the South Oakland coven. I would love to ask you some questions about your strip of the power. How it works. Why it works differently for you?"
Sam didn't hear a word she said. All he knew was that she was adorable and he would have loved time alone with her.
Six months later
They were kissing passionately. Sam gripped her. He didn't want to let her go, she might run. She might materialize away. At least if she transported somewhere, he would go with her.
"Sam." She sighed. "Sam, we cant do this. Your wife-"
"I don't care about her!" he growled. "I love you, I want to be with you. I'll leave her!"
"Don't say that!" Cynthia said pushing him away, her big brown eyes watering. "She's pregnant, she's going to have your son."
"Her and I can still be friends. She'll understand."
"No she won't Sam!"
"Please be with me!" Sam pleaded staring into her eyes.
Six Months Later
"I can't believe you!" Cynthia screamed, packing a bag. "You left her?"
"How are you upset!" Sam retorted. "We can be together now!"
"I came here to put a stop to this!" Cynthia yelled. "This is wrong!"
"So its wrong to love me?" Sam said hurt in his hazel eyes.
"Yeah, when you have a wife!" She yelled.
"This is the last time I will be coming here! Now, worry about the women who has your wedding ring on her finger." She said materializing to the airport before he could get his hands on her.
Two hours later
Cynthia stared at the paper in her hands. Five weeks pregnant. The minute she had gotten the news, she knew she would have to end it. It would be best for her and Sam if they just stayed away from each other.
The only problem would be in three years when her daughter would start to feel nudges of her power. South Oakland Coven (SOC) had a ritual for their daughters when they turned three. And it involved the father. The father would give a drop of blood during the ascension. This adds on to her powers in some way. No one really knows how but they do know that the witches that don't go through the ritual turn out a bit different. The girls come out weak. Cynthia would not let that happen to her Little child. Besides by the time she contacted him, Sam would realize how in love he was with his wife and would leave her and her child alone
Four years later
Sam had just gotten back from California again. For the last four years every since that night, he had been trying to win her back. He never stopped loving her. Sam then realized why Cynthia was still ignoring him two years ago. He was still married, so he divorced Jessica. She was angry, and tried to take all of his money in the process but before they were married she signed a prenup.
Sam couldn't understand why he still loved Cynthia but he came across something in the Book of Damnation. When a Ipswich Son truly fell in love, they would stay in love. It was a charm that was cast before the founders came to the colonies. It was the easiest way for witches to make acceptable, happy and powerful offspring. Cynthia was the one he fell in love with. She was his. She could have been his at the moment. Her and Pogue could have been close. Sam could have given her a daughter. But of course, Jessica ruined that as well.
Cynthia called the house looking for Sam, a year ago. Jessica was at the house to pick up Pogue for a weekend and picked up the phone. She ruined every chance Sam had at getting the love of his life back.
Jessica still came onto Sam. Tried to get him to change his mind, but of course his mind was still on Cynthia. He refused her.
Sam was walking into the kitchen to hug Pogue, when the phone rung. "Hello?"
"Sam." the voice said with Relief. It was her. His beloved Cynthia.
"Cynthia!" Sam exclaimed almost dropping Pogue. "I just came from California, looking for you."
"I know. I tried to get to the airport in time but I missed it." her voice began to crack. "I'm on my way Sam. This is urgent. I have something to tell you.
The next day
Knock knock knock
Sam ran across the hall to the door. "Cynthia!" he opened the door to the elfish girl that he had met five years prior. Only now she had wrinkles and laugh lines. "I can't believe it."
"I know!" she said. Her faced was relaxed but she seemed to be struggling with something. Sam looked down to see a three year old standing behind her legs.
"Mommy, I want to see!" the girl pushed. He couldn't really see the girl but Sam could tell that she looked just like her mother.
"Calm yourself!" Cynthia shushed.
"Your daughter?" he asked gesturing them in.
"Yeah."
They walked into the den. The little girl wore sunglasses and swung her legs on the couch. "Hey, I'm Sam."
"Hi." She sounded just like Cynthia. She looked just like her.
"Whats your name?"
"Onyx!" the girl said in a matter of fact tone.
"Thats a pretty name."
"I know!" she said sweetly.
"So let me guess, your three."
"No, I'm four! Mommy just made me short."
"Oh, did she n-" Sam looked up realizing what Onyx had said. "Four?"
"Onyx, take off your shades."
Onyx did as her mother said and looked around. Hazel eyes just like Sam. She made eye contact with Sam and smiled. "You look like my daddy! Mommy has pictures of him everywhere."
"Onyx, that is your daddy."
Two hours later
Sam and Cynthia sat watching the kids on the front porch playing. "I need you, Sam."
"I have a daughter."
"Yes. And in a few hours she will get a real nudge of her powers. Last year I called and Jessica told me that you didn't want to be bothered. I knew it wasn't true, but it was still too late. She only got shocked once. the lightening barely hit her. Now she's weak and demented. But we could make it right, tomorrow is her fourth birthday. If we do the ritual, she will have the power she is suppose to have."
"Will you leave?" he looked defeated, broken.
"I won't. I'll stay."
Sam sighed in relief. "Thank you. Thank you. I love you so much."
One year later
"Mommy!" Onyx screamed. "Please don't hurt my Mommy!"
"Shut Up!" the voice of her stepmother, Jessica, screamed. "This is all your fault! My life was perfect!" Jessica moved closer to Onyx. She was stopped however by a couch moving miraculously in front of her. "Freak!"
"Your son is a witch as well!" Cynthia screamed with crystals surrounding her. The crystals prevented her from using her powers or even escaping to save her child. "Get the hell away from my daughter."
"What are you going to do?" Jessica said moving around the couch towards Onyx. "You can't use your powers on me! You stole my family. Why can't I ruin yours?"
"Get away from her!" Cynthia screamed and scratch at the vortex that surrounded her while her daughter shook in the corner. "Please! I will leave him. I'll leave him. I will leave the country. Just give me my baby."
Jessica softened. "My baby calls you mommy."
"You left. You've been gone for two years."
"I needed some research on how to stop your manipulating-"
"I didn't manipulate him!" Cynthia screamed not taking her eyes off of Onyx. "We fell in love! I tried to put it to a stop but he just didn't love you anymore. Look at my daughter! Look what you did to her. The day you hung up that phone two years ago… you've caused her to be weak! You are the Manipulator!"
"Mommy!" Onyx screamed as Jessica lunged at her. Jessica held little Onyx by the hair and glared at her. Onyx started to scream.
"Get away from her!" Cynthia pleaded. "Let her go!"
"What would happen if I got rid of her?" Jessica smirked. "What if I made you watch?"
"No!" Cynthia started to panic. She came to one conclusion. It was the only way to save her baby. "Onyx baby. When you feel a shock… run. Run to your room." Onyx nodded. She didn't know what her mother was talking about but she was going to listen and remember. She turned to look at her Mommy. Cynthia took off her locket and threw it out of the vortex. She turned and locked eyes with Onyx "You take the locket. I love you baby. I love you more than anything, or anyone on this earth. I give you… everything. I love you, Onyx." Cynthia Townsand took her last breath. Onyx saw the light leave her eyes and as she watched her fall to the floor lightning hit her chest.
Onyx screamed. In her ear, she heard Jessica scream. A minute later, it was all over. Jessica's lifeless body fell to the floor. And Onyx remembered what her mother said. She ran to her room and hid in the corner. She started to have a fit. She threw and smashed. She kicked and punched. She cried and wailed. But the worst was what came last. She didn't cry, she barely moved. She stared at one space contently.
When they found her, all Onyx Parry did was Scratch and Scream and Shake. A broken and demented powerful child.
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Ten years later
"C'mon Garwin, before we get caught!" said A fifteen year old Onyx.
"I'm coming!" a sixteen year old Reid replied.
Reid had wanted to talk to Onyx privately. They had been best friends for years. Since she was four and he was five. They did everything together. They pulled their first prank together. They went to their first party together. They drank together, they smoked together. The two knew everything about the other.
Except this time, Onyx didn't know why Reid wanted to speak to her. He had been jumpy and kind of shy when he told her meet him near the girls showers. He was now leading her down the hall. She was starting to get annoyed.
Reid must have sensed it because he turned around and grabbed her hand. Onyx breath hitched. She was praying that he couldn't tell she was shaking more than usual. She was in love with Reid Garwin. But she knew that he didn't feel that way about her. Reid saw her as the little sister of the group. And why would he want her? Reid Garwin had every girl in Spenser at his fingertips.
Finally he stopped and turned. Reid seemed to be shaking. Was he nervous? Did something happen? Just as Onyx started to panic, Reid smiled. He melted her heart. "Onyx I-" he stopped and stared at her again. "Onyx I think I'm in love!"
Onyx heart sunk. She frowned. "Is that it? You've got a new girl on you? I could have been watching Teen Wolf right now!"
"You don't get it!" Reid said laughing.
"Yes, I do. You have another girl on you. And you feel like she's the one. I'm gonna go back to room now." She started to walk away but was stopped by lips crashing into hers.
"I was talking about you." Reid snickered.
"Oh." Onyx gasped. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah. Wait, do you feel the same?" Reid asked starting to panic.
"Yes, I do. But I'm just a freshman and I mean a lot of girls like you, and their all a lot prettier-" Reid cut her off with his lips.
"You don't know how Beautiful and sexy you are." Reid walked her back down the hall to the girls showers and turned on the light.
He turned her to the wall and with a snap of his fingers a full length mirror appeared. "Look at yourself." She wore a pair of Reid's sweats and a tank top. Her hair was done up in a sloppy bun and she had no make up on. She felt naked. Reid ran a hand down her cheek "Your so cute and short. Your big round Hazel eyes and pink full lips." His other hand grabbed her waist. "You have such a killer body. You have curves in places that all the girls in Ipswich don't have." The hand on her waist kept traveling down. "Your legs are so long, your thighs and hips are so thick." Reid brought his hand back up to her waist. All the while he was talking to her his face was sincere but of course Reid couldn't be serious for that long. He put on his signature smirk and looked down her backside. "And don't even get me started on your ass."
Onyx didn't understand. "What's wrong with my ass?" She asked defensively.
Reid snickered. "Nothing is wrong with it. Actually its exactly right. Big and round. Soft. You know I love watching you catwalk past Kira and Aaron in the halls. Its hot."
"Reid!" Onyx said. She cast her eyes downward, feeling self conscious.
"Your adorable. Beautiful! I'm in love with you. Say you'll be with me." Reid pleaded.
"Reid you don't want me. I'm demented!" Onyx said backing away from him and into the wall.
"I love that about you!" Reid growled closing the space between them. He looked at her like she was his prey. Like he was hungry. "I love when you shake. I love when you wig out. I love when you get so excited that you lose yourself and scream and scratch and bang. I LOVE ALL OF THIS ABOUT YOU."
Onyx was so little, and she was looking at through lidded eyes, lips parted, hair a mess. She looked vulnerable. It was a turn on. Reid looked her in the eyes. She was giving him that puppy dog face. The face that said that he had total control over her and the situation. But Reid would never take advantage of his elf. "Please say you'll be with me." He looked so hurt, so pained.
Onyx gave in. She hated to see him down. "Okay. I'll be with you."
Reid broke into a grin. He lifted the 5'0 girl up and kissed her. "Thank you." They made out for what seemed like forever. But they had to part ways, both agreeing to keep their relationship a secret.
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A/N
Thanks for reading! I know that this is an extremely long Prologue but I wanted people to know how Onyx came to be. And how her and Reid's relationship started. Please read and review. Hope you've enjoyed!