Part 8
The orange power flared between her hands and struck the tree a hundred yards away, snapping it in half. Lavinia grinned, not even bothered by the loud crash as the tree fell apart. She stared at her own hands, still unable to believe the power had come from them.
She'd discovered it a few days ago. Some jerk had gotten too fresh with her at a club, the stupid sissy had actually tried to *bite* her. She'd punched him and ran, when he'd jumped on her and thrown her down again, she'd raised her hands to protect her face - when the orange power had come out blasting the asshole.
And Lavinia had been amazed. How had she done that? She'd tried calling on the power - thinking hard about it and the magic had began to glow in her cupped palms. She'd taken Cassidy's car and drive to a small woods not far fresh from town to practice, see what she could do.
Where had the power come from? It had to be something inside her. Lavinia had always known she was better than the general riff raff at school. They looked up to her, admired her. Lavinia smirked, tossing back her light brown hair as she blasted another tree.
"Quite a power you've got there. Since when were you a witch?"
Lavinia turned round to see Rylan Dahmer appearing from the shadows. Rylan was tall with marble pale skin, waist length shimmering black hair and an attractive, elegant face, sharp nose, high cheekbones and sculpted lips. He slipped in and out of darkness and shadow, occasionally showed at parties, a different girl with him every time. He'd never even given her the time of day before.
^Witch^ she thought, amused. ^Well, I do have power^ She shrugged. "Since always."
Rylan's slender eyebrow arched quizzically. "Really? Hiding yourself away all this time. And I thought you were another vermin bimbo."
Lavinia glared at him, turning sharply. "Who are you calling vermin bimbo?" The orange magic began to glow in her palms.
Rylan raised his hands in mock self defence. "Hey, my mistake. Why don't you let me make it up to you?"
Lavinia studied her purple-polished nails, pretending to consider the offer. Her best friend Ivy would be just *green* with envy. Magical powers and the hottest guy in school. "I *suppose* so," she said, taking the hand Rylan offered her, and allowing him to lead her off into the darkness.
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The orange power flared between her hands and struck the tree a hundred yards away, snapping it in half. Lavinia grinned, not even bothered by the loud crash as the tree fell apart. She stared at her own hands, still unable to believe the power had come from them.
She'd discovered it a few days ago. Some jerk had gotten too fresh with her at a club, the stupid sissy had actually tried to *bite* her. She'd punched him and ran, when he'd jumped on her and thrown her down again, she'd raised her hands to protect her face - when the orange power had come out blasting the asshole.
And Lavinia had been amazed. How had she done that? She'd tried calling on the power - thinking hard about it and the magic had began to glow in her cupped palms. She'd taken Cassidy's car and drive to a small woods not far fresh from town to practice, see what she could do.
Where had the power come from? It had to be something inside her. Lavinia had always known she was better than the general riff raff at school. They looked up to her, admired her. Lavinia smirked, tossing back her light brown hair as she blasted another tree.
"Quite a power you've got there. Since when were you a witch?"
Lavinia turned round to see Rylan Dahmer appearing from the shadows. Rylan was tall with marble pale skin, waist length shimmering black hair and an attractive, elegant face, sharp nose, high cheekbones and sculpted lips. He slipped in and out of darkness and shadow, occasionally showed at parties, a different girl with him every time. He'd never even given her the time of day before.
^Witch^ she thought, amused. ^Well, I do have power^ She shrugged. "Since always."
Rylan's slender eyebrow arched quizzically. "Really? Hiding yourself away all this time. And I thought you were another vermin bimbo."
Lavinia glared at him, turning sharply. "Who are you calling vermin bimbo?" The orange magic began to glow in her palms.
Rylan raised his hands in mock self defence. "Hey, my mistake. Why don't you let me make it up to you?"
Lavinia studied her purple-polished nails, pretending to consider the offer. Her best friend Ivy would be just *green* with envy. Magical powers and the hottest guy in school. "I *suppose* so," she said, taking the hand Rylan offered her, and allowing him to lead her off into the darkness.
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