Casters of Oblivion

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga and AHS

This is a sequel to Wicked Casters. If you have not read it, I recommend you read that first before this one.

Summary: An accident has broken Ginger's heart when Edward left her. During her wallowing, Eleanor powers started to progress more including her friendship with Jacob Black. Can the girls continue their training or will a vengeful Victoria be after them. Also what else is Zelena hiding?

Chapter 1: The vision

Ginger's POV

I knew I shouldn't have taken the potion late into the night.

Zelena had made a potion to start off our next lesson. It was a substitute for one of the seven wonders called Descensum. In other words astro-projection. However descensum is a dangerous form of astro-projection, instead of leaving your body spiritually or entering the other side, this allows you to peak into your personal hell. This substitute using a type of herbal drugs gives us the experience and a warning. Descensum is very powerful to a point if it is not your ability and you do not wake before the sunrise…then you are dead. Turned into ashes.

So here I am in my mock hell running through a crowded Italian city. All around me were people dressed in red robes celebrating some sort of festival. I continue to run heading to towards the castle. Everything burned, inside and out. But I had to reach my destination before it is too late. Edward was in danger. A complete misunderstanding.

Deep down I knew my choices would have consequences. To love a vampire, but not just any vampire…a Cold One, is frowned upon in the Caster community. A taboo line I dare cross. Now Edward is force to expose himself to the sun light before his execution.

As I ran I could hear a woman's voice echo in my head from Romeo and Juliet. "These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up." I muttered to myself.

The clock struck twelve. Eleven gongs to go until death come claiming the man I love. I ran as far I could as the crowd condenses. When I reached the fountain, I spotted Edward walking out the door with a sullen look, as he started unbutton his shirt.

Shit!

Forgetting respect towards culture, I ran across the fountain. However the moment I step foot in the water, the scenery changed from a city into the meadow. I skidded, trying containing myself painting up a storm confused. The meadow bright and sunny than ever before, the wild flowers blooms, and the evergreen lively. What the fuck just happen?

However the meadow was not empty. A man stood across the field walking towards me with a determine look. He looked like somebody I've never met or seen. He looked like in his mid-forties dressed in Caster attire of a black, with "dark and gleaming" blue eyes that are almost deep as sapphires that look as though they are looking into your soul, standing out of his pale completion of a sunken face. His hair as the color of burnt ember orange as if he holds fire within. Who is this man…why does he seem so familiar?

"Ginger," Edward voice spoke.

I turn towards the direction where Edward started walking out of the forest.

"Edward, stop, he'll see you." I exclaimed, and then faced the stranger.

In a blink of an eye he stood before me with a serious look.

"Hello Georgia," the stranger spoke.

"How…how do you know my name?" I gasped.

"Simple, tis the name from the song your mother and I use to listen to." He murmured voice deep.

I gasped comprehending what this man was saying. Impossible, he couldn't be him. He looked nothing like the description Betsy described. Suddenly Edward was standing next to me, holding my hand. His skin sparkling under the sunlight. I panic trying to push Edward away, as he pulled out his hand to greet the stranger. Except the moment the stranger gestured his hand out, only to grasp it around Edward's neck. Before I can do anything, the stranger decapitated my boyfriend.

I screamed watching Edwards head fall off his body. When the body collapsed to its knees I stared at the man. Who was calmed as ever after what he just did.

"My dear, as your father, I disapprove of your boyfriend."

I gasped waking up from my nightmare. Oh my god, what the hell was that. My eyes wander around the room not seeing Edward. Right, I forgot, Zelena told him not to be here during late training. Taking a few deep breaths, I slumped down on the bed panting. That was one hell of dream. Never in my mind did I fear to see my father. In fact I had never met my father in person. I had seen a picture of him from Betsy's wallowing box. But the man in my vision was far older than the man in the picture.

Dante, I thought. The name of my biological father.

Why would I dream of him let alone Edward being killed by this…this…damn, I can't think of a good insult. Maybe Zelena added too much of a certain ingredient. Because that was no hell but a fucking name nightmare. One I do not want to dream of again.

To those who are wondering, my name is Georgia Ives, but I liked to be called Ginger. Unlike most teenage girls, I am different. How so you may ask? Well, you see, I'm a witch. Caster, as my coven sisters prefer. And I have the ability to create fire, be a lie detector, and most of all irritate my boyfriend Edward who can't read my mind. Also let I add, my boyfriend Edward…he's a vampire. No not like Dracula, but a Cold One whose body is like stone of a roman statue and sparkles in the sunlight.

All summer have been adventures for I spent time with his family the Cullens, hanging out with classmates, and going to Salem to meet Eleanor's family. You can be surprise the Caster Society is not as different as Harry Potter's Diagon Ally, just less whimsical.

Suddenly the door creaked open. I sat up fixing my top in time as Eleanor and Zelena enter with a huge smile on their face. Eleanor held a tray with a large cinnamon bun that had a candle on it, hot chocolate, and a parfait. Zelena held what looked like a wrapped present.

"Happy Birthday to you." They started singing. "Happy Birthday to you…"

I chuckled remembering it was September 22, my birthday. With so much going on I had time to focus on the days. Let alone my mother won't be able to come for my birthday. Betsy called last week saying her job at the clinic got busy. A woman who is having twin is showing signs of eclampsia. Mom had been obligated to do her OBG to make sure the twins are all rights until birth.

"Guys, you didn't have to." I said as Eleanor set the tray on my bed. Quickly I blew on the candle before the wax melted.

"We know, but tis a tradition to celebrate." Zelena said.

"And I didn't wake up early to get you fresh hot cinnamon rolls at the bakery for nothing." Eleanor added.

"And knowing Cullens have something planned as usual." Zelena added. "This is our only way to celebrate. Oh, and this is from your mother."

As she handed me a box, setting it on my lap. Giddy like a kid in a candy store I opened it to find a red digital camera along with a photo album. A note on the album read:

My sweet Georgia,

Happy Birthday. I hope you like your present and take the opportunity to shine on your senior year. Remember to relax, have fun, and more importantly spoil it. You only get to be eighteen once.

Love mom

I smiled then sighed realizing I've just turned eighteen. I'm one year older than Edward…physically.

"Senior year," Zelena sighed. "How did you girls get old so fast?"

"I'm not that old," I protested.

Eleanor quirk her brow as she lean forward, "Are you sure or do I see silver in those crimson locks?"

"No!" I panic, jumping out of bed, running towards the mirror. "I just died it last week!"

Panic for the new brand of hair dye I bought. I was trying out this new red color called cherry red. It's not entirely red, but there was some purple low light. When I reached the mirror examining my hair only to find it pristine in the color department. Instantly my coven sisters laughed at my hysteria.

"Happy Birthday!" Eleanor giggled.

I huffed.

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Eleanor's POV

"Another missing hiker brings the total to three presumed dead." The radio announcer said. "Rangers are searching for the killer animal…"

"I hope it is not them." I sighed turning off the radio.

After Ginger's birthday breakfast and getting ready for the day of school; I drove the wagoneer. My father, Terrance, thought that a high society caster would be driving a used jeep. Unlike my family rich taste of vintage and sport cars. What can I say, just because I'm a Rivers doesn't mean I have to keep it expensive. Especially in a small logger town. I'll leave that to the Cullens thank you very much.

"Your blurry friends?" Ginger asked.

"They're not blurry," I muttered. "It's just when they show themselves I'm just not wearing my glasses."

"C'mon girl, admit you're goin' insane." Ginger teased.

"Don't push it," I sighed. "At least I don't go searching for trouble."

Ginger laughed wiping the terrible burn I inflamed on her. It's true. I've been seeing these blur apparitions since living in Forks. The only time is when I'm exploring the woods fetching ingredients for Zelena within the barrier. So far, there are three of them. The first one was black, and then a dark grey mix with brown, and finally a new addition that was silver almost. They keep their distance in the forest, growling if I've come to close or when I attempt to put on my glasses. It must sound insane, but these canine creatures have an aura of protection. So I knew they weren't going to harm me.

"Still, I'm jealous you see big foot." Ginger huffed.

"They aren't big foot." I corrected. "They're guardians of the forest."

"Whatever." Ginger sighed. "Hey, how did your mock Descensum go?"

I shuddered from last night Descensum. My experience was more symbolic and a personal hell. I was running through a dark forest as the lunar tetrad rose from above. Something was chasing me as I hear the sounds of running feet from behind. Suddenly I fell of an illusion trench falling down a hill. All over my body impact on roots, rocks, and debris. When I stopped, everything hurt as I stared up to the sky. Spotting a red ring around the vivid moon. Blood on the moon. As I lay there, the full moon phased in a lunar eclipse, becoming a new moon. And the new moon arrives…I was left in the dark once more

I told Ginger this as my hand touched the tiger's eye hanging on the mirror. Blood on the moon is a bad omen. It holds many meanings. But to a caster, it means trouble. And not just any trouble, but evil. The past six months have become overwhelming from Grandfather Horatio's death to moving here in Forks, encountering a coven of vampires, including blood drinking nomads. Tis not hard to believe there are supernatural creatures.

"So you're afraid of the dark?" Ginger asked.

"No," I corrected. "I'm afraid of death and trouble ahead."

Unlike my coven sister who affiliates herself with vampires. I on the other hand find them still dangerous. Just one drop of blood and the person who appeared to be your friend turns into a blood thirsty beast. Let alone what happened last spring with the nomads. Although I haven't seen the spirit of James since leaving New Orleans…that one moment, I felt this is not the end.

James hunt continues on.

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