13th Witch : A Secret Circle Fanfiction ( Chapter Seven )
Summary: Klaire Waters just recently moved to New Salem, her address – The recently rebuilt- Number 13, Crowhaven Road, without a single clue about the history behind it and the people nearby. Read through the chaos and love that binds this single girl to the "Club".
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters (Except Klaire of course, hehe) or anything else. This is simply a fanfiction that I have written for you, please enjoy.
Author Note: Here's chapter seven for you all. I hope Im satisfying you with my story… So if not, or is you are, leave me a review, I'd be thrilled to hear all of your guys comments. Thanks everyone~
I heard Chris scream and fall back onto the rough pavement. I fell over laughing, hard.
"It's a box! A box you dummy!!!" I laughed even harder. He glared at me, his cheeks tinted pink.
"That wasn't funny! It-It could have been… A person... Or… Something…" He muttered, his eyes narrowing. Bad experiences maybe? I shrugged and looked back at the box. I, myself, thought it was a person as well… And I thought it was related to what was going on with all those messages… I guess not.
I peered closer at the long box, pulling off the rest of the fabric. A coffin. That would explain why we thought it was human… I snickered, knocking on the wood… Metal actually. That would explain why it wasn't in splitters from the Samurai running it over. And… From the sound of it, something is in it. I grinned. Maybe we will find a body after all…
I felt Chris come up beside me and gasp slightly. That didn't stop me as I pulled up on the latches and opened the metal casket. I blinked. Not a body. Books. I felt an odd disappointment wash over me, which I didn't quite understand. But by the way my heart was pounding; it looked like I was expecting something… I smirked wryly and picked up one of the books, flipping through the old pages.
Odd books – and aged. They weren't even typed, all hand written. My eyes widened. Spells. I side glanced at Chris, who seemed to have notice the same thing. I quickly glanced away, back at the writing… It seemed very familiar, as if I've seen this handwriting before. I shook my head. I need to keep these…
"Poems? Books of poetry in a coffin?" I snickered. "How odd… I like poetry though, and these don't seem to belong to…" I flipped to the front, and my eyes widened.
Klaire Marie Waters.
This was getting weirder by the second… I scanned down the page. It wasn't only my name there. Naomi Elizabeth Jackson. I blinked. My moms… I continued to scan, many of them I didn't recognize… Charles Dalton Smith… Kurt Thomas Montgomery… Marilyn Rose White. As I got further down the list, I noticed they didn't have middle names. Heh. Ashlyn Gates. Harper Schneider. Black John. I snickered. Who named their kid Black John? Maybe it was a nick name… Oh well. He was the last on the list.
"Ill keep the books. They are very interesting" I closed the book gently, and set it back in the coffin. Before Chris could read the front page I slipped the book from his hands and placed it back in as well. I smiled brightly as I could manage. "Thank you. Now can you help me load this into the back?"
He stared at me for a moment, giving another glance to the books and then nodded.
***
"We didn't find anything" Laurel said as the group entered Diana's house. "Not a single, solitary thing. Maybe shes human after all…"
Faye watched the clueless group in mock amusement, but chose to say nothing. She already knew what she needed and what she had to do. She didn't need them to know anything about her plans…
Adam, once again, found himself giving a cautious look at Faye. Something… Was going on with that girl, and he needed to find out… For the sake of Cassie… Diana… And the rest of the group.
"Where are the guys with Klaire?" Melanie said after a while, looking away from the window, rejoining the group. "They should have come back a half an hour ago with Klaire, yet I haven't seen the twins Suzuki pass yet…"
Cassie frowned. "Maybe something happened…?" Her brows furrowed, trying to figure something out… She kept having a strong feeling that Klaire was a witch… But there was nothing to prove it… She just didn't know anymore… Something was… Unique about that girl… She glanced at Adam and Diana, whom both she loved very dearly. She needed to figure something out. She was just about to mention that maybe they should go look for them when Faye, who was leaning against the window now, peering out it, said "They're back…"
***
Chris helped me lift the coffin up the stairs and into my room. We set it down in a huff. Who knew books could be so heavy!! I grinned at Chris, who was looking around the room, smirking.
"Thanks" I said.
"Nice color scheme" He chuckled, looking at me. I rolled my eyes, beaming at him. His eyes fell on the chest and he walked over, kneeling beside it and lightly ran a hand over its course surface. "Seems old…" His eyes peered at the lock. He chuckled and looked at me, raising a brow. I snickered, sitting down next to him.
"Let's just say what's inside is very special to me…" I smiled kindly. He chuckled.
"I understand" He grinned. "We have to hang out again. You're a fun person to be around"
I grinned wildly at him, "Thanks"
He didn't say anything for a minute and then opened his mouth, just as Doug knocked on the door. I looked up at him and grinned.
"Time to go Chris…" He said slowly, looking at us both. Chris blinked and looked at his brother.
"Already?" He frowned and then sighed, getting up. He beamed widely at me. "Good night Klaire, I'll see you tomorrow"
I nodded, getting up as well and saw them to the door. I waved as they drove off. Then, as soon as they were out of sight, I shut the door and then ran up stairs, back into my bedroom. I grabbed a few books from the metal sarcophagus and plopped down on my bed, setting the books besides me.
"Lets get started" I snickered, cracking one of them open to the first page…
'Dear to all this may concern…
This book is one of many that have been passed down for many generations, to chosen few. The only reason you are reading this book, is because you are one of the few chosen ones. Your named has already been written down for you, so no worries. Take good care of these books, they aren't just any ordinary spell books. And youll see why.
Sincerely,
Black John'
I raised a brow. Well Black John, it seems were going to get fairly close these next few days. I grinned, and flipped the page, starting the read…
***
"Klaires a witch!" Chris panted when he ran inside Diana's house, Doug added "Its true!!"
Everyone turned and exclaimed. "WHAT!?!" All except for Faye and Nick—Of course. Faye just smirked, as if she was expecting this the whole time…
