Title: The Werewolf, The Witches and The Murder (Part 2)
Rating: PG
Reviews: Come on you people, you sicken me. :P Pllleeeaaase just a little one?
A/Note: Umm...this part is sort of emotional but not active, no scene changes. Sorry if it's short or whatever, but c'est la vie. And hey, if you want to complain, do it down in that little box marked "review", all right? ;) Also, Tara has a car in this, which isn't quite uncommon among college students, except in the Buffy-verse so, just to forewarn you I guess....Happy reading!
*This is dedicated to the wonderful Sarah, who was the only one who took the time to review my story, despite having to get off the computer, thanks Sarah* *Grin, clap clap*
Tara lay back on her bed sending decorative pillows tumbling to the floor of the dark dorm room, lit only with decorative bulbs and the slivers of sunlight struggling to get through the drawn curtains. She paid no not to the cushions or how she had to strain in order to read in the poor lighting. Everything in the world had become meaningless to her in that moment other than Willow and the record book that lay open before her. She carefully flipped through page after page. The first several had been strictly business, she observed, mainly about the organization, pamphlets, divisions and more meaningless drivel. However, as the book went on, it turned less record and went more journal. Glancing at the notes she'd quickly jotted down next to her, she scanned each fresh page for "The Potent 3." Her deliberate, mechanical flipping stopped though, as she reached an interesting page she had not noticed before. In beautiful calligraphy as was the whole book, she found her name. So focused was on locating information about her goal that she quite nearly passed it over, but natural human curiosity got to her as it does with all and forced her to read it.
Today we received a new member. Her name is Tara. I've heard from other girls that she's into spells, which I hope is not true. Although I believe in expressing one's self, like any open minded modern person, the whole spell casting deal gives the group a bad image. As if the Christians in SU's Holy Hand don't rag on us enough. But Tara seems kind of...really shy. She'll be easily stomped if she does cause trouble.
The entry ended there without any further detail. Tara swallowed this knowledge with a flare of anger. How dare they judge her in such a way...but they were simple. Not like she and Willow. She and Willow! What a nice ring it gave, screw all else in the world. They were two bright souls glowing like licks of white fire amidst shallow blackened decay.
She shrugged off the ignorant yet stinging comments about her and focused back on her quest. She had joined after the Potent 3 had been expelled, she was sure of that for she had never heard of them, so they must've been earlier in the book and she had missed their page. Flipping back with a renewed fanatical interest, she nearly whipped through the pages, a frenzy in her deep eyes. Her fingers stopped their frantic turning and came to rest delicately upon a page covered in flowery writing and lacking any margins, as if the writer had known that she would have to write much but did not want to waste more than a page on the subject.
They're going to far with this, the supposed "Potent 3" whatever that's
supposed to mean. I mean, it's bad enough for out image for them to be doing spells, but all but flaunting the "wonders" of it to other, naive members? And the spells they're talking of are not harmless, they mean to harm. I always got the weirdest feelings from them. And another thing--how manipulative they are. Innocent people aren't supposed to be manipulative. Those that are too innocent fall for the manipulative, which is exactly what happened to so many of our members. Goddess, I swear, our group never had any/much trouble before they showed up. If it hadn't been a free group, I would've dismissed them immediately. I worry about the well being and of course the message that our congregation sends out. I don't want to come off all creepy. What if SU shuts us down? They could do that, couldn't they? Many of the freshman newbies are worried about this, after all, some of them are new at the whole Wicca thing too. They don't want their parents to discover their "dark" secret...
To Tara's relief, the seemingly endless and poorly scribed blather ended and faded into a business score with real information.
Names: Ardis, Jade and Selena Potentae (AKA Potent 3)
Date of joining: All at the start of the 98-99 school year
Date of expulsions: 2/10/98
Ages/Grades (as of 2/10/98): Ardis/20/Junior, Jade/19/Sophomore, Selena/18/Freshman
Brief summary: Practiced spells of unethical intent ergo violating their sighed statements...persuaded others to join in...
A slow, subconscious smile broke Tara's normally sorrowful face as she reread the names, this time out loud. Ardis, Jade and Selena. Every syllable rolled deliciously off her tongue, sending shivers down her spine. They were the key to her happiness and her Willow. Somehow in the past year of so, Tara had come to think of Willow as hers in a way, though she did not address it aloud or even to herself. It simple was to her, as truth is to all who dare see it. There was no reason for it or against it, yet there it hovered, a butterfly beating hurricanes in her heart.
She scanned the page further down. It went further into detail about their vital statistics, date of birth - all three sisters were born exactly one year apart from the next. She noticed that the words "home town" were left unanswered as well as "high school" and anything else having to do with their backgrounds. It seemed that they'd all oddly transferred at the start of Selena's freshman year. Tara's brow furrowed, but she shrugged the peculiarity of the situation, assuming it had something to do with tight family bonds. Scanning down further, she located "current address," which, to her satisfaction had been crossed out and rewritten several times as though to prove accuracy. Taking a pen into her quivering hand, she managed to copy the latest address down on a slip of paper that had the rest of her notes scrawled on it. Giving the record book an almost affectionate pat, she carefully closed it and wiped the hard cover off with her blanket as though making a half hearted attempt to clean away fingerprints before shoving it into her bag.
With a crazed grin of insane delight, she read the sacred address carefully, taking note of where she would find them, find the route to the Potent 3 and her happiness. She held the paper up to the light leaking in through cracks in the curtains and gave a euphoric giggle like a school girl reading a book on the human anatomy. Then she quickly lowered her arm again, holding the address to her heart and sighing deeply like a lover in a sappy 50's movie. Gazing at the paper, she placed a delicate kiss upon it before placing it with utmost gentleness in her bag which she slung over her shoulder. Her heart was a feather in the breeze as she wafted out the dorm toward her car. Things were finally falling into place.
To Be Continued...
*Don't a be a shrew, review!* :D
Rating: PG
Reviews: Come on you people, you sicken me. :P Pllleeeaaase just a little one?
A/Note: Umm...this part is sort of emotional but not active, no scene changes. Sorry if it's short or whatever, but c'est la vie. And hey, if you want to complain, do it down in that little box marked "review", all right? ;) Also, Tara has a car in this, which isn't quite uncommon among college students, except in the Buffy-verse so, just to forewarn you I guess....Happy reading!
*This is dedicated to the wonderful Sarah, who was the only one who took the time to review my story, despite having to get off the computer, thanks Sarah* *Grin, clap clap*
Tara lay back on her bed sending decorative pillows tumbling to the floor of the dark dorm room, lit only with decorative bulbs and the slivers of sunlight struggling to get through the drawn curtains. She paid no not to the cushions or how she had to strain in order to read in the poor lighting. Everything in the world had become meaningless to her in that moment other than Willow and the record book that lay open before her. She carefully flipped through page after page. The first several had been strictly business, she observed, mainly about the organization, pamphlets, divisions and more meaningless drivel. However, as the book went on, it turned less record and went more journal. Glancing at the notes she'd quickly jotted down next to her, she scanned each fresh page for "The Potent 3." Her deliberate, mechanical flipping stopped though, as she reached an interesting page she had not noticed before. In beautiful calligraphy as was the whole book, she found her name. So focused was on locating information about her goal that she quite nearly passed it over, but natural human curiosity got to her as it does with all and forced her to read it.
Today we received a new member. Her name is Tara. I've heard from other girls that she's into spells, which I hope is not true. Although I believe in expressing one's self, like any open minded modern person, the whole spell casting deal gives the group a bad image. As if the Christians in SU's Holy Hand don't rag on us enough. But Tara seems kind of...really shy. She'll be easily stomped if she does cause trouble.
The entry ended there without any further detail. Tara swallowed this knowledge with a flare of anger. How dare they judge her in such a way...but they were simple. Not like she and Willow. She and Willow! What a nice ring it gave, screw all else in the world. They were two bright souls glowing like licks of white fire amidst shallow blackened decay.
She shrugged off the ignorant yet stinging comments about her and focused back on her quest. She had joined after the Potent 3 had been expelled, she was sure of that for she had never heard of them, so they must've been earlier in the book and she had missed their page. Flipping back with a renewed fanatical interest, she nearly whipped through the pages, a frenzy in her deep eyes. Her fingers stopped their frantic turning and came to rest delicately upon a page covered in flowery writing and lacking any margins, as if the writer had known that she would have to write much but did not want to waste more than a page on the subject.
They're going to far with this, the supposed "Potent 3" whatever that's
supposed to mean. I mean, it's bad enough for out image for them to be doing spells, but all but flaunting the "wonders" of it to other, naive members? And the spells they're talking of are not harmless, they mean to harm. I always got the weirdest feelings from them. And another thing--how manipulative they are. Innocent people aren't supposed to be manipulative. Those that are too innocent fall for the manipulative, which is exactly what happened to so many of our members. Goddess, I swear, our group never had any/much trouble before they showed up. If it hadn't been a free group, I would've dismissed them immediately. I worry about the well being and of course the message that our congregation sends out. I don't want to come off all creepy. What if SU shuts us down? They could do that, couldn't they? Many of the freshman newbies are worried about this, after all, some of them are new at the whole Wicca thing too. They don't want their parents to discover their "dark" secret...
To Tara's relief, the seemingly endless and poorly scribed blather ended and faded into a business score with real information.
Names: Ardis, Jade and Selena Potentae (AKA Potent 3)
Date of joining: All at the start of the 98-99 school year
Date of expulsions: 2/10/98
Ages/Grades (as of 2/10/98): Ardis/20/Junior, Jade/19/Sophomore, Selena/18/Freshman
Brief summary: Practiced spells of unethical intent ergo violating their sighed statements...persuaded others to join in...
A slow, subconscious smile broke Tara's normally sorrowful face as she reread the names, this time out loud. Ardis, Jade and Selena. Every syllable rolled deliciously off her tongue, sending shivers down her spine. They were the key to her happiness and her Willow. Somehow in the past year of so, Tara had come to think of Willow as hers in a way, though she did not address it aloud or even to herself. It simple was to her, as truth is to all who dare see it. There was no reason for it or against it, yet there it hovered, a butterfly beating hurricanes in her heart.
She scanned the page further down. It went further into detail about their vital statistics, date of birth - all three sisters were born exactly one year apart from the next. She noticed that the words "home town" were left unanswered as well as "high school" and anything else having to do with their backgrounds. It seemed that they'd all oddly transferred at the start of Selena's freshman year. Tara's brow furrowed, but she shrugged the peculiarity of the situation, assuming it had something to do with tight family bonds. Scanning down further, she located "current address," which, to her satisfaction had been crossed out and rewritten several times as though to prove accuracy. Taking a pen into her quivering hand, she managed to copy the latest address down on a slip of paper that had the rest of her notes scrawled on it. Giving the record book an almost affectionate pat, she carefully closed it and wiped the hard cover off with her blanket as though making a half hearted attempt to clean away fingerprints before shoving it into her bag.
With a crazed grin of insane delight, she read the sacred address carefully, taking note of where she would find them, find the route to the Potent 3 and her happiness. She held the paper up to the light leaking in through cracks in the curtains and gave a euphoric giggle like a school girl reading a book on the human anatomy. Then she quickly lowered her arm again, holding the address to her heart and sighing deeply like a lover in a sappy 50's movie. Gazing at the paper, she placed a delicate kiss upon it before placing it with utmost gentleness in her bag which she slung over her shoulder. Her heart was a feather in the breeze as she wafted out the dorm toward her car. Things were finally falling into place.
To Be Continued...
*Don't a be a shrew, review!* :D