Exactly a week has passed since the day my former friends said that they had to ignore me because of a game. Who chooses a game over a friend? But, those days I had without them, I spent reading my grandmother spell book, filled with potions and, of course, spells. She bookmarked the pages for the spells I had to remember by heart. There were quite a few, resulting in her testing me on these certain spells. I aced it every time.
"Um, grams? Can I take a break? I have homework that I have to finish." I explained, closing the leather-bound book. "OK, Beatrice. When you're done with that, dear, I need you to come down stairs and practice this spell again." She informed, point to the form of words that would be used as a magical charm. I nodded and made my way upstairs. My book bag was resting on my bed, waiting patiently for me. I sat on my queen sized bed and opened my purple bag, taking out the books and paper that I would need to complete my homework. "Okay, calculus, give me all you got." I mumbled as I opened my math book, flipping to the page that we were assigned.
I groaned. "I don't understand!" I complained, nearly chucking the heavy book in the trash bin, along with my now crumpled homework paper. I sighed and closed my eyes. "C'mon, Bea. You've got this. You can do calculus!" I cheered myself on uselessly. "Oh, God... I cannot do this." I opened my eyes and nearly screamed. Standing in front of me was a tall teen boy with black hair and a horrifying smile. "Who- what- how'd, how'd you get in my room?" "Now, now, Beatrice. Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you. I just wanted to have a little chat with you." The stranger gave me an open-mouth smile, exposing his pearl white fangs.
"H-how do you know my name?" I stuttered, racking my brain for a spell that would get rid of him. "Your grandmother, Eileen, I work with her." He stuck out a hand and gave my a closed-mouth smile. "I'm Jesse." I glanced at his hand, then at the brown-eyed boy. Sticking my warm hand into his ice cold one, I shivered and shook two times. "So, I wanted to talk business with you," He started, making himself comfortable on my computer chair. "I understand that you're mad at your "friends", correct?" He questioned, using quotation marks. "Um, yeah. Sort of." "Oh, o need to be shy and closed up; we're all friends here."
I rubbed my knees and sat up straight, "How did you get in here, Jesse?" I asked, crossing my arms over my nearly flat chest. "Never leave your window open. Even if you are on the second floor." Jesse advised. "Because vampires can fly. I know, I know." My grandma was telling me about the strengths and weakness of a vampire last night. "Back to the point," He said, a bit impatiently. He sighed and shook his head, giving me a look of sympathy. Whether it was real or fake, I couldn't tell. "Don't yo think it's best to, I don't know, hurt them like the hurt you? Give them a taste of their own, bitter medicine?" He questioned, eye brows raised. "No. They..." I swallowed and looked him dead in the eye. "They're coming back. After thy're down with their game, they promised that we'd all be friends again."
"Oh, they promised?" He gave me a look of mock surprise. "What, like, sweared to God? Maybe on the River Styx? Ooo, what about a Pinky-Promise, huh?" He taunted. "News flash, sweaty. They aren't coming back. They're too busy trying to hurt your grandmother." He replied smugly. "What are you... what are you talking about?" I shook my head. They wouldn't do anything to hurt her, they didn't even know her! "What?! You didn't know?" He chuckled and shook his head. "Wow, some friends they are. You didn't know at all that they're trying to destroy your grandmother, Eileen?" I shook my head and stood up. "I don't exactly know you or what you're talking about, but I do know one thing; my friends are coming back and everything will be just like they were before." I still had my arms crossed over my chest, my lips pursed as I glared the vampire down.
His jaw tightened then loosened as Jesse stood up, his tall form towering over my short one. "What did they tell you there were leaving you for?" "What does th-" "Tell me, what did they say they were leaving you for?!" He yelled, squinting his eyes at me. "Benny and Ethan said that it was for this game called Maple Street. It's about these evil mythical creatures that like, invade Maple Street and they have to stop them." I shrugged. "Wow. That's all I can say because, if I'm gathering all of this information up correctly, I would say that 'Maple Street' isn't a game, these 'mythical' creatures are obviously real, and those 'evil creatures' are actual people, like you and me. And Eileen is one of them."
"So?" I scoffed. "My grandma isn't evil. What else do you want to say before you go?" I asked as I opened my window, ushering him closer. "Who abandons their friend for a game?" Jesse hopped out of my window and I watched as he flew away. He's right. Who does that?
I sat back down on my bed, looking at my math book. "We meet again, old friend." I say sarcastically to the cardboard covered book. I open it and get out a sheet of paper and my number two pencil. Whoever invented calculus is evil, I thought as I struggled on the first question. And the ones after that. I sighed and went down stairs, going into the kitchen and grabbing a bag of chips. "You're done with your homework already, dear?" My grandmother asked, coming in from around the corner. "Not even close." I answered, exasperated. "Oh, Beatrice. I know of a spell that'll help you get your homework done quicker." She grinned as she instructed for me to get my homework.
Once I brought the impossible work down stairs, I set the book in front of her. Eileen said a short, mystical chant and numbers and answers filled the page, all in my hand writing. "Woah! Who'd you do that?" I exclaimed, examining my completed homework. "I can get used to this..." I mumbled as I smiled brightly at my grandmom. "It's what we witches do; make life easier. It's what the witches and I are working on now. We teamed up with the vampires so that we can make the world a better place, starting with Whitechapel."
6:30am
Me: R u guys done?
Read at 7:12am
10:04pm
Benny: No. Sorry, Bea.
Me: Its been two months now benny
Delivered
I sighed as I waited for him to reply. Although I've gotten used to not hanging out with them anymore, it still bothers me that they have't came back. Maybe Jesse was right. Maybe they aren't coming back and possibly they are going against my grandmother, the woman whose trying to make the world a better place. I've been practicing more intensely on my spells, helping Eileen with potions, and talking to Jesse -the only friend I have. Aside from that, my grades in calculus are picking up rapidly, thanks to the spell Eileen taught me, in exchange for some of my blood. She used it for another potion, said something about my blood being rare and special.
12:45am
Benny: I know, Beatrice. I'm sorry.
"There's my favorite girl." Jesse said with wide arms, awaiting a hug. I rolled my eyes and gave him one, shivering once his ice cool hands touched the warm skin of my back. I was wearing a thin T-shirt. "What are you doing here? It's three in the morning." I stated as I pulled away from his grasp. "What I should be asking you is,m what are you doing up so early?" He raised a brow and cocked his head to the side, a smile playing across his lips. "Wipe that smirk off your face, okay? I was studying. I have a test coming up and, and Eileen wanted me to learn some more spells." He towered over my small 4'7 frame and crossed his arms over his chest. "So now you're calling her by her first name? What ever happened to grandma?" I rolled my eyes and sat back down on my bed. "That username is long gone. About as dead as my first friendships acquired in this town." He nodded and took a look at my room, walking around it. "Nice place. As much as I've been in here, I've never really had a second to glance around. Inspect it. Judge it. But it's beautiful; not as nearly as beautiful as you, of course." I shook my head and rolled my eyes, yet again. "What do you want, Jesse?" He bent down to my eye level and smirked. "You," He paused and moved his head closer to mine. "Beatrice, dealing, you need someone who's good in relationships. Someone who will love you no matter what. Someone who can protect you from harms way; I'm that someone."
I raised my eyebrows. "Besides, do you really want someone like Benny Weir to be your boyfriend? He abandoned you, Bea. He and his friends left you just so that they can destroy your poor, innocent grandmother whose only trying to help the world. Be my girlfriend, Beatrice. And together, we can stop those who've hurt you." I swallowed as Jesse came in closer and whispered, "We can give them a taste of their medicine. Or something much stronger." My heart pounded. Is this what I wanted? To make Ethan, Benny, Rory, and Sarah suffer as they did me? To no longer let them taste the sweetness that is friendship and care? Jesse looked at me with those oh-so stunning brown pools of melted chocolate and bit my bottom lip softly. It's been two months. A bitter thought occurred. Make them pay Beatrice. Make them rot in deep sorrow. They want to destroy your only source of family left. Be with Jesse; he'll protect you and Eileen from those evil, evil so-called 'friends'. He'll protect us.
And that was enough to make me crash my lips into Jesse, tasting the unusual flavor of blood. My first ever boyfriend is a vampire.
"C'mon, E! We didn't even know what this old hag looks like! We've been hunting her down for two months and still don't know anything about her!" Benny complained. I listened to their conversation from behind a tree. I didn't plan on eavesdropping, but I overheard my ex-friends talking, that and Jesse said I need to find out what makes them scared, tick, etc. Anything that could hurt them. If they weren't trying to abolish my grandma, I might've felt bad for doing so, but all usual intentions flew out the door once I accepted the fact that their evil. "Bea text me last night asking if we were done, and do you have any idea how terrible I felt telling her that we basically weren't done with what we convinced her was some game?" Benny tried again after he was met with the stinging comeback of silence. "We need to take down the witch before we can even think about talking to Beatrice again. We're trying to protect her remember? Don't you recall what I said about that vision I had when I touched her? She's a powerful witch and she doesn't even know it. We have to keep her away from all of this; the supernatural."
One of them sighed, most likely Ethan. The shorter boy continued, "Besides, why are you getting so worked up, Benny? She's just some crush. You have plenty of those." I closed my eyes. "No, no. I actually care about Bea. She's... awesome. Pretty, funny, playful..." He railed off. Ethan gave Benny and exasperated sigh. "Well if you care about her so much, you'll stay away from her until we find out a way to take down the evil witch."
"That is so weird and disturbing on so many levels." I admitted as I watched Jesse finish sucking blood from and innocent night jogger. "I have to do whatever keeping me alive." He stated as he wiped his mouth with the back of his pale hand. I shuddered as I replayed the previous events in my mind once again. Her shrill scream as he bared his pointy fangs, her useless calls for help as he slowly, tauntingly advanced on the poor, defenseless woman. It was far more disturbing than weird. "Come on, babe. We've got places to be." "Like where?" I inquired. He smirked and rolled his eyes. "What? You don't trust me?" He asked as he lead me out of the ally-way. "It's not that. I just want to know where you're taking me." He sighed. "There's a vampire meeting that can't start without me, their leader." I raised my brows. Since when was Jesse a vampire leader?
"Oh." I nodded as he turned around and bent down. "Get on my back and hang on tight." I did as instructed and instantly, he sped off to his destination with incredible speed. I tightened my jaw to keep from screaming with either fear or excitement; I wouldn't know. Seconds later I'm rudely greeted with glares and looks of disapproval as we enter an old, abandon warehouse. One of the male vampires got up from his seat and questioned, "Who's that?" Jesse smiled and gave me a kiss on my cheek. "My girlfriend and the special witch I was telling you about earlier." The vampire smiled brightly and nodded with much understanding. "Oh, she's really the catch." He complimented as he returned back to his respected spot. I awkwardly stood next to my boyfriend as he put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer. "I bring to you, Beatrice Channer! Queen of the witches!" The vampires cheered as I knit my eyebrows together. "Queen of Witches?" I whispered to Jesse. He turned his head to look down at me, a look I didn't recognize sown into his facial features. "Just go with it."
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