His Eyes are Blue
Summary: I'm-as you probably know- Faith de Silva. And I'm in love with Magnus. Now, all I gotta do is protect him and keep my deep passion covered. Oh. Yeah. That'll be easy.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize belongs to Meg Cabot or Mari Mancusi.
Chapter Eight: Late Night Snack
"Aaah!" I screamed, looking up at Magnus's face. No, more like looking at his fangs. Because those were quite frightening, elongated and sharp.
"Nice night, isn't it?" He asked smoothly. It wasn't his voice though. You know when people get drunk, they sometimes speak with a slur, and their voice sounds different? Well, it was like that, but not a slur. Just something... different.
"Magnus," I said in a shaky voice. "Get out of here, or Grandma will kill you. More or less."
He chuckled. "Nobody can hear you, beloved."
I shivered at that last word. He had said it in such a sarcastic way... "What do you mean."
"Think. Vampire."
Oh. Grandma was in a hypnotic stage downstairs, Magnus's slave until he let her go.
Great.
"So," I smiled shakily, trying to remain calm. "Stopped by Lynn's lately?"
"She wasn't home," He growled, "And I was very, very hungry, so I decided to stop by for a... late night snack."
I touched my throat, which he was staring at with such intensity. Out of control vampires can't control their venom. If Magnus bit me...
It'd be over.
I'd be a vampiress.
Like Charity.
Charity.
She knew Magnus as well as I did, if not better. Maybe she'd know what to do. I clawed for the phone, but Magnus grabbed me by the wrist.
"Calling Charity?"
I glared at him. "You can't hurt her. She's like you."
"Yes. But remember, I'm the coven leader. I have powers that she can't even comprehend..."
This isn't Magnus, this isn't Magnus, I kept thinking. He was out of control, like Giselle had been that one time.
When he wasn't looking, I grabbed a stake that I always kept under my pillow. If I had to...
No...
If I had to, would I be able to stake him?
"Being a vampiress isn't all that bad, Faith," Magnus whispered in my ear. "Then... we could be together..."
He was right! I smiled, thinking about it, I'd never have to die, never have to-
Wait... I was falling under Magnus's spell. Even though I can't fall for his Vampire Scent, I could fall for the spell.
Easily.
I fought. I really did. But as I fought, Magnus whispered things in my ear, and stroked my hair, traced my face...
And I fell for it.
Fell hard.
I didn't know what happened much after that. But I was fully aware of that voice.
"Magnus, no!"
Magnus turned his head sharply to where Charity stood in the doorway. I realized that I was in a limp position, his hands cradling my head.
He had been about to bite me.
"Don't do this, Mag," Charity hissed, running over and struggling to get his arms off of me. But Magnus wouldn't let go, simply throwing Charity off. Her eyes were wide, and I saw fear. And I was too weak to help.
"Stop, Charity!" Magnus yelled, throwing her to the floor. He quickly positioned himself, the fangs were coming nearer.
"Don't do this to her!" Charity suddenly screamed.
"YOU LOVE HER!"
Those three words stopped a coven leader. Those three words made Magnus's eyes clear, and his face show a look of horror, not hunger.
"What-what did I do?" He whispered, checking my neck. "Thank God," He murmured once he realized that I hadn't been bitten.
Everything was silent for a moment, and finally, I broke the silence in a shaky voice.
"Magnus?"
Charity lept to her feet, and Magnus drew me close, onto his lap. I couldn't help it. My tears fell, and I couldn't stop it. Charity and Magnus understood.
The vampires understood.
"I'm so so-" Magnus began, but I cut him off.
"No. It's not your fault. Not at all. Thanks, Charity."
"You're welcome," She said in a small voice.
Magnus suddenly stood, and looked at me, taking my chin and turning my face toward him.
"Faith. You cannot see me again. Ever. It doesn't matter if we're partners, it doesn't matter... it doesn't matter how I feel about you. I can't let you get hurt. Or become... one of us."
He then kissed me softly, his lips barely brushing mine.
Kissed me one last time.
A bat flew out of my window that night.
My tears fell even heavier now, and I felt Charity slide up next to me.
"Ssh," She murmured, hugging me, "You still have a friend here. It's OK for you to hang out with me."
But she knew it made no difference.
Because Magnus was gone.
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I took on a broken-hearted Elle from Legally Blonde state from then on. Eating chocolate ice cream, watching soaps with Charity.
"How'd you know I was in trouble?" I asked slowly.
She didn't answer, enthralled by a great General Hospital episode.
"Charity?"
"Ooh, Jason strikes out! You know, that's amazing how often that happens with how hot these dudes are-"
"CHARITY!"
She turned to me. "Sorry. I guess that you and I share a bond. The friendship bond. Meanwhile, you and Magnus are blood mates, so-"
"Wait," I waved a hand in front of her. "Blood mates?"
"Dang, I just said too much!"
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OK, who would you be most reluctant in facing a fight with?(without the powers)
A) Faith, with her kick-boxing moves
B) Charity, because she's scary and has no consience whatsoever
C) Magnus, 'cause he could beat the heck out of you with his hottie strength
Vote!
