Hi everyone! So this is basically my first story. Any suggestions or critiques are welcome! Especially from the witch community. I tried doing a little research, but I apologize if I have completely butchered anything. Hope ya'll enjoy!
Chapter One: The Summoning
I never, in a million years, would have thought I'd be in this predicament. Yet here I was, in my dark room, lit candles placed in a semicircle in front of me. I got a book from the library on witchcraft, apparently having lost my mind and decided to be Hermione Granger for a night, trying my skills at some spell casting. I, Maka Albarn, have completely crossed over to the dark side.
I flip through the "spell" book carefully. Reading each page over one more time before I actually cross the point of no return.
"Okay," I whisper to myself. "Just one little spell to help me get through this semester."
I shake me head to clear it. God, I'm even talking to myself now.
I draw a small pentagram on the corner of my notes for statistics. I glance torward my alarm clock. It read 11:59pm. I wait til it clicks over to read midnight. And then it's time to recite the incantation.
"Well, not turning back now," I mutter.
"On this test I take today,
I will receive no less than an A.
Earth, wind, fire, and sea
As I say, So Mote it be!"
I pause. Nothing happens. No stroke of lightening or crack of thunder. Nothing. Oh well, I think to myself. It was a longshot. I chuckle lightly. Did I seriously believe that magic spells are real? I definitely need to get some sleep. I quickly blow out the candles. But klumsy ol' me ends up knocking one of them over onto my notes, burning a hole straight through the pentagram I had drawn on it.
"Shit!" I shout under my breath. Quickly trying to snuff out the flame and save my notes in the process.
"Uh. Well, luckily it didn't burn it too badly."
I stand up, placing the candles and my now ruined notes on my desk and get ready to lay down for bed, writing the whole candle situation as just a simple accident.
Little did I know that I had made a terrible mistake, releasing something far more sinister than wanting an A on an exam.
A small spark followed by a puff of smoke appears out of the middle of the burn spot on Maka's notes. The smoke continued to grow, slowly taking a human like figure. And out of nowhere appears a man with white hair and sharp, shark-like teeth. He almost seemed to be glowing from within. Upon opening his eyes, one can see the crimson, blood red color they bore. He dusts off his pinstripe, black suit. Laying his eyes upon the small being in bed, lightly snoring. She's beautiful! he thought to himself. She had medium length, dirty blonde hair braided in pigtails, with soft and pale skin. He stood there bemused by the little wheezing noises she was making. This frail little creature is the one that summoned me? Soul was bewildered. He couldn't wrap his head around why this young lady would want to summon a demon. He turned, looking down at the paper that he had appeared from. Carefully lifting the page, he realized what had actually happened. Oh, she made quite a dire mistake. The poor thing has not idea what she has done. He couldn't help but shake his head and feel sorry for this young woman. Well, there's not much I can do to change things now, he thought.
He began looking around the small room. It looked to be a one bedroom apartment. He could see stacks upon stacks of books all over the place, with the occasional pile of papers strewn about. And then he heard it. Very faint, but there was no mistaking that sound. He quickly turned his head to the girl laying in bed. Oh my goodness! She's moaning!
Soul couldn't believe his ears. He stared fixedly at the girl's small form. Her breath was ragged, heaving heavily. She moaned again. She wriggled around a bit. He watched her, entranced in her moans and movements. After about five minutes or so, she finally eased back into a quiet slumber.
This is gonna be a lot more fun than I originally thought, Soul evilly chuckled to himself, settling in for the night on her comfy desk chair.