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Note: Sorry that it took so long! Thank you for all reviews so far, please keep them coming! Well, with no further ado, here is the new chapter of 'May she never rest' . . . 'Connections'.
Connections
Fern sat staring out of the window at the grey, colourless sky. The bus bumped along the road, through the streets of identical, dull houses towards the center of the town, Harrowton. Fern had only been to this town a couple of times before-she had never thought that there was anything at all interesting to do there. For all she had known, there were dozens of residential streets and one main shopping street with a couple of convenience stores. But she had been wrong.
Violet had told her about a store in the heart of the town. It was disguised as a shop with sold herbal remedies and essential oils etc. but apparently there was a major occult store behind the front shop. So Fern was skipping a day off school (without the knowledge of her parents) and was travelling by bus to this store-to get ingredients for a spell.
She needed protection from Morgan, Violet had insisted on it. She had to send Morgan away, she could never see him again, she could never look into his beautiful eyes or upon his amazing face . . .
"Stop it, Fern," she whispered to herself, "he'll hurt you. Who cares if he's drop dead gorgeous?"
But it wasn't just that. She had felt so much for him before Violet had explained how he was . . . evil. Evil. It was such a funny word to use. The word 'evil' was generally associated with evil witches who lived in gingerbread houses and who captured princesses-it was a word for fairy tales. But Fern was in a sort of fairy tale. She was a witch, who was being hunted by a vampire. That was fantasy enough.
But she had felt a connection and she had wanted him . . . he couldn't be bad, not someone who was connected to her in such a way.
'A connection that is going to get you killed,' she rebuked herself, inside her head this time.
Fern had to accept it-Morgan wanted her dead. He would never find peace until she was dead. He might love her, but he was planning to kill her. And she couldn't let that happen.
***
Morgan walked up the stone stairs briskly, rubbing his hands together. He wasn't cold-he was never cold-but he was nervous. Excited, but nervous. He entered the corridor and looked for a sighed indicating the location of the office. It was eleven-fifteen, Fern would be in class, but he would be able to get her out of it. He found the office door and knocked on it three times.
"Come in."
He entered the small office, closing the door behind him. Before him was a mahogany desk and behind it sat a middle-aged woman with badly applied make up.
She smiled at him, obviously intrigued by the gorgeous young man who had just entered.
"How may I help you?" She asked sweetly, flicking her unnatural blonde hair.
He smiled back, humouring her. "I'm looking for Fern Harper. I'm her cousin and I'm afraid that there's been a bit of a problem at home. Could she be pulled out of class please?"
The woman locked overly sympathetic, looking through the school registers and timetable. "I hope it's nothing too serious."
He shook his head sadly. "We hope it won't be."
She smiled and turned back to the paper before her. "Fern Harper will be in . . . History at the moment-oh wait a moment-" she looked over other sheets of paper, a confused expression across her face, "I'm afraid that she isn't in today, well she wasn't at registration at least."
Morgan's heart fell. She wasn't there. He should have known it, and now that he did, the place just didn't feel right. It was obvious that she wasn't there-she was far away. Violet wasn't there either.
"Thank you for your time," he said, hurrying out of the office, ignoring the confused protests from the woman.
He made his way quickly out of the school and down the steps. She wasn't in school and she was too far away to be at home. Was she at Violet's? He stopped walking and searched for her with his mind-it normally worked.
Suddenly it came to him, as if it had been pointed out of a map. She was heading for the occult shop in Harrowton.
***
Violet tapped on the door gently, her manicured nails painted a deep red today. From the other side of the door came sounds of approach and a latch being lifted. The door opened slightly, but a chain still connected it to the door frame.
"Y-yes? I mean-p-password?" A small voice called out.
"Maiden, mother, crone. Come on Bella, I don't have all day," Violet sighed irritably.
A pale hand pulled the chain away and opened the door. The room was small and dark, with only candles for light. Incense filled the air, making Violet splutter.
"Jesus, Bella, you've gone a bit heavy on the incense this time," Violet sneered, walking in uninvited.
The girl, looked down sheepishly. "Oh-come in Violet."
"I am in Bella and I don't need your permission."
Bella was a small girl with frizzy red curls and dark eyes. She was seventeen but looked much younger, making her an easy target for the beautiful Violet.
Violet sat down on a dark purple, velvet chair and looked around her. "Wow, Bella, I'm impressed. This must be the biggest dump in town."
She smiled cruelly at the girl and put on a mockingly patronizing voice. "Do you actually know the meaning of the word 'clean' or do I need to explain it to you?"
Bella looked as though she would burst into tears at any moment. "I- I'm always glad of your advice, Violet. B-but I have been very busy lately- "
Violet snorted. "Busy?" she sneered, "do you think that sitting around all day and performing silly love spells qualifies you to be called 'busy'? No. Sitting around plotting how to kill someone qualifies you to be called busy."
Bella went even paler. "Kill someone?"
Violet rolled her eyes. "Yes, Bella, I'm planning to kill someone," she sighed, but an evil glint appeared in her eyes, "and I need your help."
Bella shook her head furiously. "Oh no, Violet, no. I am not going to kill someone! I don't do that!"
"But you're the cleverest witch I know, Bella, I really need you help," she whispered in a sickly sweet voice.
She got up and went over to the witch who was shaking madly. Violet raised her hand and stroked Bella's cheek gently, running her fingers down the pale jawbone and resting them gently upon the rose pink lips.
"Please, Bella. I'm your friend, aren't I?" She whispered, a tear appearing in her eye, "or do I mean nothing to you?"
Bella's eyes softened. "Oh, Violet-"
"I mean, I know I've got a quick temper and-and I know that I can say horrible things, b-but you must know that I don't mean them," she interrupted, pacing quickly in front of Bella, "and I've always thought that we had a special sort of connection. You know what I mean? I've felt it ever since I met you and I'm sure that you felt it that day too."
"Of course I did, but-"
Violet interrupted her again. "I mean, I know it's silly, but I've always thought that you were, well, my soulmate. It should be able to apply to the same sex, shouldn't it? Oh please tell me that you feel the same Bella," she finished, pleading with the witch.
Bella had tears in her eyes, but the expression on her face was one of pure joy and relief. "I've always felt it!"
Bella flung her arms around Violet, who returned the embrace fully. Violet wasn't lying-she did feel some weird connection to Bella and maybe it was the soulmate principle. But she couldn't get sucked into it-it wasn't worth it.
Eventually Violet slowly pulled away. "So will you help me Bella? Just this once?"
Bella smiled. "Of course, I'd do anything for you."
Violet smiled and actually felt touched, but she couldn't let herself get distracted. She had to make sure that Morgan never got to Fern.
"What do you want me to do?" Bella asked, taking Violet's hand.
"I'll tell you about the person I need to kill later, but firstly I need all the information that you have on Old Souls."
***
Fern stood outside the shop and stared into the window. It was called 'New Age Wonders' and the window was filled with books on yoga, meditation, oils etc. and other things like wind chimes and incense burners.
She finally opened the door and entered the shop, followed by a small 'jingle' from the bell above the door. She looked around her-it was a small shop, but she couldn't see any door leading to a back room or anything. She stood for a couple of minutes wondering what to do, when a voice from behind her made her jump.
"Can I help you?" A young girl with golden blond hair asked her. She was beautiful, as were all people of the Night World apparently, and Violet had said that only witches worked in the shop.
"Uh . . .yes . . . unity," she stuttered, "I am looking for Selene, I am told that she works here."
The golden headed with looked at her suspiciously, but finally nodded. "Yes, she's through the back. She's probably been expecting you."
'Expecting me?' Fern wondered to herself, 'did she know that I was coming?'
Fern was led to a curtain, which hung motionless upon the wall. The golden headed witch, stopped and pointed at the curtain.
"Through there," she said and turned back towards the counter in the corner of the store.
Fern stared at the curtain for some time. It was such a dark blue that in certain lights it would look black. It was very old, but Fern could still make out an embroided pattern. It was of dozens of tiny black flowers.
'Dahlias most likely,' Fern assumed, 'Violet had said that that was the flower of witches.'
Finally she pulled the curtain back and entered into the back room. As soon as she entered, she saw that it was a large room, much larger than the front store. It was very light, but not from sunlight, the light came from hundreds of candles scattered around the place.
Fern looked around, but from where she was standing, she couldn't see anyone. There were half a dozen large books shelves standing in rows in front of her, each filled with a countless number of books. But there weren't only books. On the walls around her hung such a variety of things that it was an incredible feast for the eyes. From ram skulls to springs of herbs-everything was unique.
"Um . . . hello?" She called, looking down the rows of books.
A woman stood at the end one of the rows, hanging something on the wall. She had her back to Fern and she was wearing a long bluish cloak, which shimmered like silver when the fabric moved. The large hood was up, but strands of whitish hair flowed out from beneath it.
'I hadn't realised that she was that old,' Fern wondered, shocked, 'I had expected a girl not much older than me.'
"Uh . . . hi? Selene?" She called, approaching the hooded figure.
She repeated her name a few times, but she got no reply. Finally, she tapped the woman firmly on the shoulder. The woman spun round, her hood falling as she did.
Fern gasped.
The woman wasn't old. She was only about a year older that Fern. She had even paler skin than Violet and her hair was white, but there was also a shimmer of blue running through it. Her hair was long and slightly wavy and it was the colour of moonlight. Moonlight-not a word you would associate with hair. But it was that colour and it was beautiful, but that wasn't the only thing. One of the girl's eyes stared normally at Fern, even if it was unusual for someone's iris to be practically black. But the other eye shocked Fern. There was no pupil-there was just one large iris, and, again, it was the colour of moonlight. No, in fact, it actually looked like the moon. And it didn't seem to look at Fern, it seemed to look through her. If that was possible.
Fern stood staring at the girl in awe. She was the most beautiful thing that Fern had even lain eyes on.
The girl smiled and took Fern's hand.
"You must be Fern. I've been expecting you. I'm Selene." She spoke with such a beautifully clear voice that it was a pleasure just to hear her speak.
"I-uh-yeah-" Fern tried to speak, but couldn't find anything to say to such a person.
Selene laughed and Fern's heart was filled with immense joy. Her laugh was like the sound of moonlight upon running water-that was the only way that Fern could explain it.
"Don't worry, everybody finds my appearance shocking at first, but they all get used to it eventually," she explained, leading Fern towards a large wooden table that stood in the corner of the room. They sat down at two chairs at either sides of the table. But before Selene did, she unclasped her cloak and hung it on a hook on the wall. This was the first time that Fern actually realised the weirdness of wearing a cloak.
"Uh . . . if you don't mind me asking . . . can you actually see out of your right eye?" Fern whispered, her eye fixated on Selene's moon-like one.
Selene smiled. "Not in the way that you mean by 'see'. It is blind to the normal world, but having this eye has given me the gift of foresight."
"Foresight?" Fern repeated, confused.
"Yes, foresight. To have the ability to see things before they actually happen, to have . . . premonitions, you might say. I often get quite strong ones. That is how I knew of your coming . . . and of your name," Selene said, still smiling.
"You can see into the future?" Fern asked, amazed.
Selene laughed. "You might say that, yes."
Fern was astounded. Selene could actually see into the future . . . and she wasn't in some weird sci-fi TV show.
"Many people have taken interested in my eye and the whole of my appearance. That is how I got my name, you see. Selene is the name if the Greek moon goddess and many say that I am a 'child of the moon' or 'mighty Selene herself in human form'. I don't see myself as a goddess, but I suppose that my appearance would intrigue people," Selene sighed.
If another person had said that their appearance would 'intrigue' people, Fern would have passed them immediately off as conceited. But Selene wasn't like that at all. She was the kindest person that Fern had ever met.
"I was even nicknamed 'Luna' as a child," she added, giggling.
Fern smiled and joined in with the giggle.
But Fern had to do what she came to do. "I need your help with something. I need to do a-"
"You need to do a spell to protect yourself from this vampire . . . Morgan was it? Yes, Morgan."
Fern was still amazed. Did she know that much?
"Uh . . . yes. Can you help me?"
"Of course. But are you sure that it's the right thing to do?" Selene asked with a touch of seriousness in her voice.
Fern was confused. "What do you mean?"
Selene sighed. "Well . . . I can't see that far forward, but are you sure that Morgan is going to hurt you? I can't see it in the near future."
"He . . . he could be waiting for the right time," Fern assured herself, thinking of Violet's affirmed beliefs about Morgan.
"If you're sure, then I will help you," Selene said with a strained smile, "I've got the perfect book for these sort of problems."
She got up and went to the second nearest bookshelf and took out a book from one of the middle shelves. It looked quite old to Fern-the leather was faded and peeling.
Selene flicked through the pages, seemed to find the one she was looking for, and held it open in front of Fern.
" 'Ritual To Protect One From Harm From Another' . . . but-but I wanted to do one to send him away," Fern whispered. Well that was what Violet wanted.
Selene smiled. "This one is just as good. It'll mean that he can't bring you any harm at all . . . well none that you don't want."
"That I don't want? Why would I want him to harm me?" Fern cried, shocked.
"Well he is a vampire and you are soulmates-it's not unheard of for soulmates to share blood-"
"Ugh!" Fern interrupted, "I wouldn't want to-wait . . . what did you mean by 'soulmates'?"
"Oh, you weren't told about the soulmate principle . . . that makes sense," she ended sadly.
"No, what-" she began, but changed her mind-it could wait for later, "No, lets do the spell now."
"As you wish," Selene sighed.
***
I'm soooooooooo sorry that it took so long. I have had sever writer's block! Well I hope you liked that and I'll try to update as soon as possible. Please review it! Please, please, please! I am down on my knees literally begging all you fine people. PLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you : )
Note: Sorry that it took so long! Thank you for all reviews so far, please keep them coming! Well, with no further ado, here is the new chapter of 'May she never rest' . . . 'Connections'.
Connections
Fern sat staring out of the window at the grey, colourless sky. The bus bumped along the road, through the streets of identical, dull houses towards the center of the town, Harrowton. Fern had only been to this town a couple of times before-she had never thought that there was anything at all interesting to do there. For all she had known, there were dozens of residential streets and one main shopping street with a couple of convenience stores. But she had been wrong.
Violet had told her about a store in the heart of the town. It was disguised as a shop with sold herbal remedies and essential oils etc. but apparently there was a major occult store behind the front shop. So Fern was skipping a day off school (without the knowledge of her parents) and was travelling by bus to this store-to get ingredients for a spell.
She needed protection from Morgan, Violet had insisted on it. She had to send Morgan away, she could never see him again, she could never look into his beautiful eyes or upon his amazing face . . .
"Stop it, Fern," she whispered to herself, "he'll hurt you. Who cares if he's drop dead gorgeous?"
But it wasn't just that. She had felt so much for him before Violet had explained how he was . . . evil. Evil. It was such a funny word to use. The word 'evil' was generally associated with evil witches who lived in gingerbread houses and who captured princesses-it was a word for fairy tales. But Fern was in a sort of fairy tale. She was a witch, who was being hunted by a vampire. That was fantasy enough.
But she had felt a connection and she had wanted him . . . he couldn't be bad, not someone who was connected to her in such a way.
'A connection that is going to get you killed,' she rebuked herself, inside her head this time.
Fern had to accept it-Morgan wanted her dead. He would never find peace until she was dead. He might love her, but he was planning to kill her. And she couldn't let that happen.
***
Morgan walked up the stone stairs briskly, rubbing his hands together. He wasn't cold-he was never cold-but he was nervous. Excited, but nervous. He entered the corridor and looked for a sighed indicating the location of the office. It was eleven-fifteen, Fern would be in class, but he would be able to get her out of it. He found the office door and knocked on it three times.
"Come in."
He entered the small office, closing the door behind him. Before him was a mahogany desk and behind it sat a middle-aged woman with badly applied make up.
She smiled at him, obviously intrigued by the gorgeous young man who had just entered.
"How may I help you?" She asked sweetly, flicking her unnatural blonde hair.
He smiled back, humouring her. "I'm looking for Fern Harper. I'm her cousin and I'm afraid that there's been a bit of a problem at home. Could she be pulled out of class please?"
The woman locked overly sympathetic, looking through the school registers and timetable. "I hope it's nothing too serious."
He shook his head sadly. "We hope it won't be."
She smiled and turned back to the paper before her. "Fern Harper will be in . . . History at the moment-oh wait a moment-" she looked over other sheets of paper, a confused expression across her face, "I'm afraid that she isn't in today, well she wasn't at registration at least."
Morgan's heart fell. She wasn't there. He should have known it, and now that he did, the place just didn't feel right. It was obvious that she wasn't there-she was far away. Violet wasn't there either.
"Thank you for your time," he said, hurrying out of the office, ignoring the confused protests from the woman.
He made his way quickly out of the school and down the steps. She wasn't in school and she was too far away to be at home. Was she at Violet's? He stopped walking and searched for her with his mind-it normally worked.
Suddenly it came to him, as if it had been pointed out of a map. She was heading for the occult shop in Harrowton.
***
Violet tapped on the door gently, her manicured nails painted a deep red today. From the other side of the door came sounds of approach and a latch being lifted. The door opened slightly, but a chain still connected it to the door frame.
"Y-yes? I mean-p-password?" A small voice called out.
"Maiden, mother, crone. Come on Bella, I don't have all day," Violet sighed irritably.
A pale hand pulled the chain away and opened the door. The room was small and dark, with only candles for light. Incense filled the air, making Violet splutter.
"Jesus, Bella, you've gone a bit heavy on the incense this time," Violet sneered, walking in uninvited.
The girl, looked down sheepishly. "Oh-come in Violet."
"I am in Bella and I don't need your permission."
Bella was a small girl with frizzy red curls and dark eyes. She was seventeen but looked much younger, making her an easy target for the beautiful Violet.
Violet sat down on a dark purple, velvet chair and looked around her. "Wow, Bella, I'm impressed. This must be the biggest dump in town."
She smiled cruelly at the girl and put on a mockingly patronizing voice. "Do you actually know the meaning of the word 'clean' or do I need to explain it to you?"
Bella looked as though she would burst into tears at any moment. "I- I'm always glad of your advice, Violet. B-but I have been very busy lately- "
Violet snorted. "Busy?" she sneered, "do you think that sitting around all day and performing silly love spells qualifies you to be called 'busy'? No. Sitting around plotting how to kill someone qualifies you to be called busy."
Bella went even paler. "Kill someone?"
Violet rolled her eyes. "Yes, Bella, I'm planning to kill someone," she sighed, but an evil glint appeared in her eyes, "and I need your help."
Bella shook her head furiously. "Oh no, Violet, no. I am not going to kill someone! I don't do that!"
"But you're the cleverest witch I know, Bella, I really need you help," she whispered in a sickly sweet voice.
She got up and went over to the witch who was shaking madly. Violet raised her hand and stroked Bella's cheek gently, running her fingers down the pale jawbone and resting them gently upon the rose pink lips.
"Please, Bella. I'm your friend, aren't I?" She whispered, a tear appearing in her eye, "or do I mean nothing to you?"
Bella's eyes softened. "Oh, Violet-"
"I mean, I know I've got a quick temper and-and I know that I can say horrible things, b-but you must know that I don't mean them," she interrupted, pacing quickly in front of Bella, "and I've always thought that we had a special sort of connection. You know what I mean? I've felt it ever since I met you and I'm sure that you felt it that day too."
"Of course I did, but-"
Violet interrupted her again. "I mean, I know it's silly, but I've always thought that you were, well, my soulmate. It should be able to apply to the same sex, shouldn't it? Oh please tell me that you feel the same Bella," she finished, pleading with the witch.
Bella had tears in her eyes, but the expression on her face was one of pure joy and relief. "I've always felt it!"
Bella flung her arms around Violet, who returned the embrace fully. Violet wasn't lying-she did feel some weird connection to Bella and maybe it was the soulmate principle. But she couldn't get sucked into it-it wasn't worth it.
Eventually Violet slowly pulled away. "So will you help me Bella? Just this once?"
Bella smiled. "Of course, I'd do anything for you."
Violet smiled and actually felt touched, but she couldn't let herself get distracted. She had to make sure that Morgan never got to Fern.
"What do you want me to do?" Bella asked, taking Violet's hand.
"I'll tell you about the person I need to kill later, but firstly I need all the information that you have on Old Souls."
***
Fern stood outside the shop and stared into the window. It was called 'New Age Wonders' and the window was filled with books on yoga, meditation, oils etc. and other things like wind chimes and incense burners.
She finally opened the door and entered the shop, followed by a small 'jingle' from the bell above the door. She looked around her-it was a small shop, but she couldn't see any door leading to a back room or anything. She stood for a couple of minutes wondering what to do, when a voice from behind her made her jump.
"Can I help you?" A young girl with golden blond hair asked her. She was beautiful, as were all people of the Night World apparently, and Violet had said that only witches worked in the shop.
"Uh . . .yes . . . unity," she stuttered, "I am looking for Selene, I am told that she works here."
The golden headed with looked at her suspiciously, but finally nodded. "Yes, she's through the back. She's probably been expecting you."
'Expecting me?' Fern wondered to herself, 'did she know that I was coming?'
Fern was led to a curtain, which hung motionless upon the wall. The golden headed witch, stopped and pointed at the curtain.
"Through there," she said and turned back towards the counter in the corner of the store.
Fern stared at the curtain for some time. It was such a dark blue that in certain lights it would look black. It was very old, but Fern could still make out an embroided pattern. It was of dozens of tiny black flowers.
'Dahlias most likely,' Fern assumed, 'Violet had said that that was the flower of witches.'
Finally she pulled the curtain back and entered into the back room. As soon as she entered, she saw that it was a large room, much larger than the front store. It was very light, but not from sunlight, the light came from hundreds of candles scattered around the place.
Fern looked around, but from where she was standing, she couldn't see anyone. There were half a dozen large books shelves standing in rows in front of her, each filled with a countless number of books. But there weren't only books. On the walls around her hung such a variety of things that it was an incredible feast for the eyes. From ram skulls to springs of herbs-everything was unique.
"Um . . . hello?" She called, looking down the rows of books.
A woman stood at the end one of the rows, hanging something on the wall. She had her back to Fern and she was wearing a long bluish cloak, which shimmered like silver when the fabric moved. The large hood was up, but strands of whitish hair flowed out from beneath it.
'I hadn't realised that she was that old,' Fern wondered, shocked, 'I had expected a girl not much older than me.'
"Uh . . . hi? Selene?" She called, approaching the hooded figure.
She repeated her name a few times, but she got no reply. Finally, she tapped the woman firmly on the shoulder. The woman spun round, her hood falling as she did.
Fern gasped.
The woman wasn't old. She was only about a year older that Fern. She had even paler skin than Violet and her hair was white, but there was also a shimmer of blue running through it. Her hair was long and slightly wavy and it was the colour of moonlight. Moonlight-not a word you would associate with hair. But it was that colour and it was beautiful, but that wasn't the only thing. One of the girl's eyes stared normally at Fern, even if it was unusual for someone's iris to be practically black. But the other eye shocked Fern. There was no pupil-there was just one large iris, and, again, it was the colour of moonlight. No, in fact, it actually looked like the moon. And it didn't seem to look at Fern, it seemed to look through her. If that was possible.
Fern stood staring at the girl in awe. She was the most beautiful thing that Fern had even lain eyes on.
The girl smiled and took Fern's hand.
"You must be Fern. I've been expecting you. I'm Selene." She spoke with such a beautifully clear voice that it was a pleasure just to hear her speak.
"I-uh-yeah-" Fern tried to speak, but couldn't find anything to say to such a person.
Selene laughed and Fern's heart was filled with immense joy. Her laugh was like the sound of moonlight upon running water-that was the only way that Fern could explain it.
"Don't worry, everybody finds my appearance shocking at first, but they all get used to it eventually," she explained, leading Fern towards a large wooden table that stood in the corner of the room. They sat down at two chairs at either sides of the table. But before Selene did, she unclasped her cloak and hung it on a hook on the wall. This was the first time that Fern actually realised the weirdness of wearing a cloak.
"Uh . . . if you don't mind me asking . . . can you actually see out of your right eye?" Fern whispered, her eye fixated on Selene's moon-like one.
Selene smiled. "Not in the way that you mean by 'see'. It is blind to the normal world, but having this eye has given me the gift of foresight."
"Foresight?" Fern repeated, confused.
"Yes, foresight. To have the ability to see things before they actually happen, to have . . . premonitions, you might say. I often get quite strong ones. That is how I knew of your coming . . . and of your name," Selene said, still smiling.
"You can see into the future?" Fern asked, amazed.
Selene laughed. "You might say that, yes."
Fern was astounded. Selene could actually see into the future . . . and she wasn't in some weird sci-fi TV show.
"Many people have taken interested in my eye and the whole of my appearance. That is how I got my name, you see. Selene is the name if the Greek moon goddess and many say that I am a 'child of the moon' or 'mighty Selene herself in human form'. I don't see myself as a goddess, but I suppose that my appearance would intrigue people," Selene sighed.
If another person had said that their appearance would 'intrigue' people, Fern would have passed them immediately off as conceited. But Selene wasn't like that at all. She was the kindest person that Fern had ever met.
"I was even nicknamed 'Luna' as a child," she added, giggling.
Fern smiled and joined in with the giggle.
But Fern had to do what she came to do. "I need your help with something. I need to do a-"
"You need to do a spell to protect yourself from this vampire . . . Morgan was it? Yes, Morgan."
Fern was still amazed. Did she know that much?
"Uh . . . yes. Can you help me?"
"Of course. But are you sure that it's the right thing to do?" Selene asked with a touch of seriousness in her voice.
Fern was confused. "What do you mean?"
Selene sighed. "Well . . . I can't see that far forward, but are you sure that Morgan is going to hurt you? I can't see it in the near future."
"He . . . he could be waiting for the right time," Fern assured herself, thinking of Violet's affirmed beliefs about Morgan.
"If you're sure, then I will help you," Selene said with a strained smile, "I've got the perfect book for these sort of problems."
She got up and went to the second nearest bookshelf and took out a book from one of the middle shelves. It looked quite old to Fern-the leather was faded and peeling.
Selene flicked through the pages, seemed to find the one she was looking for, and held it open in front of Fern.
" 'Ritual To Protect One From Harm From Another' . . . but-but I wanted to do one to send him away," Fern whispered. Well that was what Violet wanted.
Selene smiled. "This one is just as good. It'll mean that he can't bring you any harm at all . . . well none that you don't want."
"That I don't want? Why would I want him to harm me?" Fern cried, shocked.
"Well he is a vampire and you are soulmates-it's not unheard of for soulmates to share blood-"
"Ugh!" Fern interrupted, "I wouldn't want to-wait . . . what did you mean by 'soulmates'?"
"Oh, you weren't told about the soulmate principle . . . that makes sense," she ended sadly.
"No, what-" she began, but changed her mind-it could wait for later, "No, lets do the spell now."
"As you wish," Selene sighed.
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I'm soooooooooo sorry that it took so long. I have had sever writer's block! Well I hope you liked that and I'll try to update as soon as possible. Please review it! Please, please, please! I am down on my knees literally begging all you fine people. PLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAASSSSEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!! Thank you : )