Hello, everyone! Love Like Crazy is finished, so I decided to update this story as soon as possible. I apologize in advance, though, because I'm going to be moving in the next couple weeks, so updating might not be as frequent as I would like. As my dedicated readers know, I will NEVER abandon a story once it's started, so I will come back to this!
I know Jez seems conceited and bitchy right now, but she will improve! She just needs to figure a few things out.
Lastly, I do not own Twilight. I only own my characters and the plot. This disclaimer applies to the rest of this story. Now, finally, read on!
Jez's POV
These children were idiots.
I had actually been looking forward to my first day of school. I really had. But these people were so blind to everything around them. They actually complained about the rain. Didn't they feel the ethereal magic of rain, the power held within each droplet? No, they only cared about homework, tests, and who was taking who to the fall dance.
These children were only concerned with getting out of this magical place. Hence, they were idiots.
I drove my 2012 Ford 302 Boss Mustang to school that morning, and all of the little boys started to drool. It was a limited edition model. Hell, it wasn't even supposed to be available to the public for another year or so. The dark blue pearlescent paint glittered, even without sunlight.
Everyone was staring at the new girl and her fancy muscle car, but I didn't care. I was used to being singled out by the humans. They always knew there was something different about me. They just couldn't figure out the specifics. Like how I wasn't human.
Their eyes followed me as I made my way to the front office. And I'll admit it: I thoroughly enjoyed it. I was used to being special, even among witches.
For some reason, I was different from other witches. I was a fighter, a warrior. Instead of growing or building things like other witches, I destroyed things. I obliterated evil things until there was no trace of what they once were.
My power was unsurpassed by any witch, but it came at a cost. I would never feel the joy other witches felt when they healed. A friend of mine in Ashland, a small town in southern Oregon, is an extremely powerful healer, and she told me once that there was no greater joy in her life than knowing that she saved another creature's life. I would only feel the sick satisfaction of killing.
The only things I could grow were plants; I was famous for my gardens. But my gardens were usually sanctuaries for me. Other people rarely even saw the front gates of those private places.
I was sad that the only thing I could create was too private to share, but I didn't really mind. I needed those gardens for meditations, scrying, and performing the rituals of my craft in solitude. It was late fall, so the growing season was over and I could focus on decorating my new house and getting through school.
I parked my lovely car quickly, then made my way to the front office. When I registered, the officials told me to come to the office first. And no, they couldn't just email everything to me. That would be easy and purposeful, and we can't have that at this school.
I had dressed carefully for this first day. I was wearing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans tucked into knee-high black-leather high-heel boots. I had a deep purple tank top on underneath a black leather motorcycle jacket. I didn't wear makeup. I didn't need it.
I had high cheekbones, perfect pale skin, and almond shaped eyes. It was to be expected. The more powerful a witch is, the more beautiful she is.
Since I was the most powerful witch alive, it stood to reason I would be fairly beautiful.
That probably sounds completely conceited, but I don't enjoy my looks. They were a tool for my ultimate duty to the Goddess.
I was a killer, an assassin for my Circle. I would find men that preyed on women, and I would end the terror they inflicted. My beauty lured them in. It made my job a lot easier.
Which brought me back to why I was in this high school in this tiny town. I was sick of my life being filled with nothing but the blood of monsters. So I was taking a break to think about what I truly wanted in my eternal life.
I was walking like a model walks down a runway at Fashion Week. My hair fluttered behind me like a banner, long and wavy. It was neither red nor brown, but a gorgeous color somewhere in between. Auburn, some call it.
A group of boys started calling to me. I gave them a slashing glare, not a pause in my long stride. They froze instantly. I smiled. My eyes have that effect on people. They were a shockingly bright green. When I get too angry, they glow. Kind of like those glowing green EXIT signs in the dark. Or radioactive waste in the movies. My eyes were my favorite part of myself. They marked me for what I was. Inhuman. Ethereal. Special.
The middle-aged woman behind the front desk in the main office looked bored stiff. She straightened up and smiled widely when she saw me.
"Hello, how can I help you, dear?" she greeted me eagerly.
"My name is Jezebel Blackwood," I replied with a friendly smile. "I need to pick up my schedule."
"Alright," she said and started rifling through a stack of papers. She handed me two pieces of paper. "This is your schedule, and this is the paper you need to have each of your teachers sign. Bring it back here at the end of the day. Good luck, dear!"
"Thank you for your help," I said politely before I walked out. It didn't take me long to find my first class. Calculus. That wouldn't be difficult. I strode into the classroom.
I gave the male teacher my sign-in form with a forced smile. He made my skin crawl just being around him, but he would just assume I was nervous. He gave me my book, signed my form, and said, "Take the seat next to the tall boy in the back," before he left the room.
The boy in question gave my body a cursory glance before giving me a big smile and patting the seat next to him. He had a predatory gleam in his eye that made me grind my teeth (figuratively, of course).
I didn't bother hiding my disgust as I took my seat. He oh-so-subtly scooted his chair closer to mine and gave me what he probably thought was a charming smile.
"I'm Kurt Jones," he introduced himself proudly. "You must be the new girl, Jezebel."
"Now what would make you think that?" I asked sarcastically. He didn't notice.
"So, why did you move to Forks?" he asked nosily. He didn't care about the answer, he just wanted to talk to me.
"Needed a change of scenery," I answered cryptically.
"In Forks? You'll get bored quickly. Where you from?" he asked, not bothering to give me a chance to respond to his first comment. I knew his kind too well.
Goddess, it would be so easy to kill him right now. Just distract the people in the classroom with a small fire, then phase my hand through the moron's chest and nick a major artery. He would bleed out in less than a minute, and everyone would blame it on a heart attack.
I mentally shook myself. I needed to keep a low profile. Plus, I wanted to get away from murder.
"California," I replied vaguely, openly glaring at him now.
"Why would you pick this shit hole over sunny California?" he gasped, outraged.
I blinked. "I love the rain. And I'm rather fond of this place. Sugar, just because you don't like something doesn't mean everyone else shares your opinion."
"Bitch," he spat out, and turned away from me.
"Damn right," I happily replied. Took the idiot long enough.
"Tch. Hey Nessie! Why don't you sit next to me today, baby?" the monster called to some poor girl who had just entered the classroom. The girl froze in fear.
I froze in shock. The bronze-haired girl was a halfling. What was a half-vampire half-human doing here?
"Yeah, Nessie," some other girl taunted. "Why don't you stop being a frigid bitch and associate with us poor people?"
I rolled my eyes. Jealousy. How typical of this unremarkable human girl.
Nessie took a seat at the front of the class, trying to ignore the catcalls and bitchy remarks. Poor girl.
"Nessie, baby! Just go out with me already! You know you want me!" the monster Kurt Jones called to her.
Nessie turned around and screamed, "Leave me alone, you creepy pig!"
That's when I saw it. The spark in her pretty chocolate brown eyes. Nessie the halfling was also Nessie the witch.
I kicked Kurt Jones in the shin – hard. Nessie may be half vampire, but she was a Sister now. It was part of who I was to protect her.
"Ow! What the fuck?" he cried out in agony. I must have kicked him harder than I thought. Eh, he deserved it.
"Oops, my foot slipped. So sorry," I said lightly, not sounding sorry at all. Like I said before, the little bastard deserved it.
"Hello, class. Take out…" Mr. Varner chose that moment to walk back into the classroom and start the lecture.
The rest of my classes weren't nearly as interesting. I had Nessie and the jackass in a few more classes. Lunch came quickly.
The food was tolerable enough. I looked for an empty table so I wouldn't have to deal with anyone. Instead, I saw the bitch from earlier bothering Nessie. Mentally torturing her was a better way to describe it. The bitch was even flanked by two crony bitches.
Goddess, that girl needs to learn to stand up for herself. Might as well be now.
I strode over to the corner table Nessie had chosen.
What was that saying? 'Catch a fish for a hungry man, you feed him for one night. Teach a hungry man to catch a fish, and he'll never be hungry again'? Something like that. Time to show Nessie how to catch a fish. Or, rather, show her how to get rid of stupid human bitches.
The bitches didn't notice me as I approached.
"Nessie, we all know how rich your family is. Why don't they just buy you some friends?" the head bitch asked in a sickly sweet voice.
"You're making fun of the girl because she's rich?" I asked in a scathing voice. The four girls turned to look at me. The bitches glared. I continued.
"Either this is one backwards town and you're nothing but poor white trash, or you're just stupid," I said matter-of-factly.
"Probably a little bit of both," Nessie added. Good girl. She's a fast learner. I sent her a quick smile. She smiled back.
The bitches looked shocked and outraged. Apparently, they aren't used to people challenging the status quo around here. They better get used to it, or I'm going to make this a rough year for them.
"Now, I'm from California, and we're pretty straightforward people round there," I told the bitches with a cold smile and a venomous voice, "so I'm not going to sugarcoat this. You hurt Nessie, and a lot of other people, because you feel threatened and it makes you feel better about yourself. It's pathetic, sugar. I don't tolerate pathetic or stupid people."
"Bitch, back off," the head bitch hissed at me. "This is my senior year, and I won't let some new girl waltz in here and pretend she's better than me."
"Sugar, I am better than you. So is Nessie. Just accept it, and your life will be much easier," I laughed.
"Look, this is my school, so get lost!" the head bitch shrieked at me. She stepped up until she was right in my face, nose to nose. Well, nose to chin. I was much taller than her, especially with these heels on. Regardless, she was trying to intimidate me and it wasn't working. I've fought vampires before. Why would I be afraid of a stupid little human girl who was feeling pissy about someone taking her favorite toy?
I was done with these idiots. I dropped the civilized mask I usually live behind. My eyes glowed bright acid green and I snarled lightly.
The bitches' eyes widened.
"I tried to be nice, but you had to make things difficult," I said, my voice low with rage. The head bitch took a step back.
"I don't tolerate stupid people," I growled in a low, terrifying voice. "If you give me a reason to look your way again, you will regret it. And if you try to hurt Nessie or myself in any way, I will end you. Now leave."
The three girls scampered off. They were true idiots, and typical mean girls. Bitches at first, but threaten one of them, and they collapse.
"Mind if I sit here?" I asked Nessie politely, civilized mask firmly back in place. She nodded slowly.
I took the seat across from her. Terrifying people always makes me hungry. I dug into my salad.
"You aren't human, are you?" Nessie asked after ten minutes of silent eating.
I gave her a wicked smile. "I'm as human as you are."
Not as long as I would like, but there you are! I tried to put the background information in with the action so you wouldn't get too bored. Tell me if I failed. Another song I will be mentioning in coming chapters is "Somebody Out There" by Nickleback, if you're interested.
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