Here's chapter one! I was asked to write this by a fan of my other story so i thought - why the hell not?! Hope you enjoy, leave me a review.
Lucas Templesmith spits at the ground, the dripping saliva landing a centimetre away from the tip of my batman converse. He looks at me with pure disgust, him lips pulled up in a grimace. His brown hair sits neatly curled on top of his head. A head which contains cold black eyes that look at me with nothing but hatred and sickeningly, joy.
"Good thing your leaving, no one wants you here anyway" he sneers, pushing me by my shoulder. "No one likes a fucking freak."
"Leave me alone" I mumble, trying to walk around him.
"Why should I? This is the last time I'm gonna see you freak...better make it a memory" he chuckles, looking back at his friends as he cracks his knuckles.
"Please, Lucas, just leave me alone" I plead, backing away as he begins to advance towards me.
"No tonight. We've given you your space for long enough...no its time for us to have some fun" he shakes him head.
When he continues walking towards me, I pull my bag from back; nearly ripping it open. I pull out my water bottle, twisting the lid of it as fast as I can. I tip the water in front of me, as if making a wall from it. Lucas and his friends watch me as if I'm a freak, shaking their heads and laughing. I throw the empty bottle to the side, holding my hand over the line of water.
"I'm asking you to stop" I say, trying to make my voice sound strong.
"Make me princess" he challenges stepping closer.
"Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you though" I look down at the water beneath me, concentrating on it. " Ignis et protege me quaeso."
The water directly under my hand sets alight, blazing a burning fire. The fire spreads along, consuming the rest of the water near it. A wall on blazing fire separates Lucas from me. The tongs of the fire lick at my hand but I feel nothing; I only feel a little warmth if anything. Lucas stumbles back, looking at me in pure horror.
"So it is true! You are some kind of witch...or freak!" he spits. "Good thing your moving Vi, just imagine what people will think of you. You should be burned at the stake! Freak!"
"I warned you to back of Lucas, I asked you to leave me be!" I say, the fear leaving. "This fire is damn easy to control so it'll be damn easy to burn you! Now go away, let me go home."
"Gladly, I hate look at you anyway" he scoffs. "Your fucking horrendous."
"Get lost then" I order, nodding behind him.
"I better not see you again though Violet, or no amount of fire will stop me" he threatens before turning and walking from the car park.
"Aliquam ignis opem et auxilium ut discederet" I murmur, lowering my hand.
The flames collapse amongst themselves, leaving nothing behind; not even a hint of smoke. I pick my bag and the empty bottle up. Putting my arms through the straps, I walk to the trash can and chuck the bottle away.
Mom wouldn't be happy if she finds out about what just happened...she wouldn't though...she's nearly three thousands miles away. She doesn't care about me, she wouldn't have left if she does. I keep think mom left because of me, that its my fault. My great-grandmother was a witch and I guess the gene got passed down to me. Her husband, my great-grandfather, was a shape-shifter that imprinted on her. They had my granddad, who had my mom. who had me...the witch. I don't know why the gene became active, it just did.
Four months ago I was a normal teenage girl. Okay, maybe I was little crazy but what seventeen year old isn't?! It was October thirty-first, how ironic, when I got struck by lightening. Being the stupid idiot I am, I stood under a tree during a storm to seek shelter from the down pour. I pressed my body against the tree, trying to hide under its long branches as much as possible. The lightening hit the tree, sending a current down and tilting off into me as well.
I woke up in a hospital three days later after being found by a late night jogger. All I remember of that night was pure pain, a burning sensation running through my body. When I got angry, over something I don't remember, things around me would burst into flames; mostly water...which is funny seems as its liquid.
Four days after waking up, I left the hospital and returned home. I threw myself into research, forcing everything to do with magic into my brain. A week after I was released I went to stay with my granddad. He saw the glass of water burst into flames besides me and nearly had a heart attack. He explained everything to me, he explained my heritage. Where some people inherit houses, money or antiques, I inherited my great-grandmothers witch genes and my great-grandfathers shape-shifting genes. Brilliant.
Due to being a witch, I can tap fully into my shape-shifting ability. Where my great-grandfather could only shift into an eagle, I can turn into many different animals. He told me there were others like him, shifters that could only turn into one animal. Some of them turn into other birds of prey, or bears or even wolves. Wolves are the coolest, or at least I think they are.
Three weeks ago my mom left after another girl found out about my 'gifts'. I was told never to show them in public and I tried my best not to. One day I was walking home and a huge puddle was in my way. Not wanting to get wet, I set it alight and let the water burn out. I didn't see the girl walking in the forest, I should have been more careful.
The girls was my former friend, Celia Delius, who often sat with me at lunch. She spread nasty rumours about me and told everyone I was a member of Satan's spawn. When a few animals, mostly cats and dogs, began to follow me, my 'friends' believed her. They left me, calling me a freak. My former best-friend, Joan Johnson, became my worst tormentor... that hurt the most.
Mom had been furious when she found out that someone saw me use magic. She screamed at me, throwing her favourite vase at the wall where it shattered into pieces. I came home from school the next day and mom was gone, her belongings included. When dad came home a few hours later he was hurt broken and couldn't even look at me.
The house hurts him to much, brings back the memory of her. He decided we need a whole new change and so decided to look around for places to move too. He no longer wanted to live in a big city like New York, he wanted a small town. He found a place called La Push, he went there last week to check out the houses. He found one not to far from the reservation school. While out there, which was only three days, he managed to find a job at the local mechanics.
As soon as he came home, the boxes were pulled out and our belongs were thrown into them. Anything that reminded him of mom was put in the trash without debate; meaning I had to hide the family photos with her. I put them in the bottom of a box and then continued to cover them with a huge selection of books. She's my mother, I had to have something of hers.
With tears escaping my eyes I begin my walk home, keeping my head low. I put my headphones in as I turn the block and head towards the tube station. I skip down the steps, eager to return home to start the long drive to La Push. I swipe my ticket through the machine and push through, rushing up some steps to the correct platform. Just as I arrive, so does my train. I get onto the train, fighting with other passengers for a seat that I finally win.
The boxes had began the long journey to out new home yesterday, meaning it would take around three days to get there by car, and my dad had joined them. I had to sleep in a sleeping bag last night so I could finish the last day of school for the week. Joy. Motels have been set up for me along the route for me to stay at over the days and I just can't wait for it all to begin. I hadn't driven to school this morning because it would have taken me two hours just to get out of New York, so I had just left it was home.
The train slows down, pulling up at my spot. I wait for the doors to fully open before jumping from my seat and existing the carriage. I walk calmly down the few stairs that lead to the exist, swipe my ticket for the final time and walk out into the evening air. Buzzing with excitement, I run the rest of the way home. Walking would have took me seven minutes, I made it back in four. Result.
I post my house keys through the postbox and then go back to my car. I happily get into the drivers side of my blue Volkswagon Tiguan, relaxing into my seat. The reason I love this car? One: my granddad brought it for me. Two: its just sexy! Putting the car into gear I pull out of the driveway, ready to begin my journey.
Before taking the last road out of the city, I stop and grab a coffee to keep me awake. Its three o'clock but I have a twelve hour drive to the Motel. With my car filled with juice and with a coffee by my side, I drive down the last road leading away from New York. Good riddance, I was beginning to get bored having no friends.
Translations:
Ignis et protege me quaeso. = Fire, I ask that you help me and protect me.
Aliquam ignis opem et auxilium ut discederet = Thank you Fire, for your help and assistance; you may depart
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She get to La Push in the next chapter and meets some of the pack! Favourtie, Follow and Review! I don't mind if their bad review either; would love to know what you all think!