Chapter Ten: Dear Diary...
Charity's POV
I glanced at the stopwatch.
"And... TIME! Hah! My guy went without breath way longer than yours did. Pay up."
Sam, looking crestfallen, handed me five bucks.
"Told you that Ben wasn't a wise choice," I smirked. Sam was silent for a moment before getting a sly look on his face.
"Hey do you want to joi-"
"No."
Though... I kind of did...
Magnus finally wrenched away from Rowena, walked over to Faith and Ben, and stood there for a moment, staring evenly. Seeing the Golden Oppurtunity to get away from the slimeball, Faith looked up, stepping three feet away from Lizard Man-I mean Ben.
"Got a problem, Maggy?"
Faith's POV
Magnus winced. "Please, for the last time-"
"Cut the manners," I sighed, "This really isn't a good time for those."
"Fine. Can you and your friend get out? Oh, and while you're doing that, take Charity and Sam with you."
"Hey!" The two shouted together. Magnus and I blinked.
"You two are more alike than I thought, now that I look at you," Magnus stated.
"Yeah..." I agreed, "I can see it."
"What is going on?" Rowena shrieked angrily, her hair just a mussed as mine, a confused look in her eyes. Her hands were clenched into fists.
I grinned.
"Huh. That was a pretty good make-out you just had going with 'Sir Magnus'," I said, "Very ladylike of you."
I was tempted to point at her and go, 'who's the scarlett woman now, sucka!' but terminated that one...
Rowena glared at me, as if she wanted to rip my heart out. Oh please. I've staked about fifty million vampires in my sixteen years. A prissy little ghost doesn't bother me in the least.
It's just her ties to my ex boyfriend that do.
Well. Fight fire with...
Better fire.
I walked over to Rowena, and shot a sideways glance at Magnus. "I can see why you want him," I smiled. Magnus's eyes widened, and begged me to stop. I made a tiny salute to him that Rowena didn't see.
"I mean, he's got such a nice body," I continued, "Those rock-hard abs just make me want to melt."
Rowena looked suspicious, as if she wasn't sure if I just was crushing on Magnus, or was with him.
"And his kisses make you never want to stop," I murmured, casting a glance at Magnus. "I mean, that's what I felt like... last time."
OK. She knew now.
"Or was it at the Christmas party? Dance, my room, restaurant, front yard, yadyada."
Rowena's eyes were turning green, I'm telling you! Charity and Sam looked appreciative. Magnus looked... well, tornish. Between admiring my Satanic charm, or hating me.
Mostly hating me.
But that changed when I walked up to him and got really close to his face. Now he leaned for towards the Satanic charm.
"Which one for you, Magnus?" I breathed. Wow. I'm getting good at this.
He looked like he was about to reply, but shook his head.
"Get out, Faith."
I shrugged. "Suit yourself." Thank God I'm wearing that flirty open-collared blouse tonight. I made sure he noticed that... and the way I kind of swung my hips as we walked back.
Oh, yeah. He did.
xxx
That night, I had an epiphany.
OK, truth be told, I'm not sure what an ephiphany is. Charity talks about them a lot in her diary. Yeah, I got her a diary, since I have one, and she has serious issues. She said, yes, as long as I didn't somehow find her key and open it.
Too bad she didn't realize that our diaries are the same brand, and my key opens the lock to hers.
Anyway, if an epiphany is a time when you realize something, then that's what I was having.
I have changed a ton since I first met Magnus. I was the loner girl who's boyfriend cheated on her. Now I was flirty, had close friends, an interesting life...
And had my heart broken.
Maybe Rob would help, I thought. Maybe he would. But he and Magnus were so different. Slightly evil romantic, versus all around good guy.
I wonder what would happen if there was an America's Next Top Model for guys, and somebody tricked Magnus into doing, and Rob did it for charity(not the girl-the organizations). The point is: Who would win?
Magnus.
Bad boy thing. Plus, he'd be twenty forever, so that helps.
OK. Most community service.
Rob. I could imagine Magnus's explanation right now.
'I really wanted to help, Mr... what's your name? Never mind, I don't have the time... but there was a hold up at the co-my work where two of my follo-coworkers almost stra-hurt each other.
Charity Guy: (sad face) OK... son?
Magnus: Don't call me that. It's MAGNUS!
I giggled as I laid down on my bed. That was such a funny little problem Magnus had. There were just so many oppurtunities to give him a stupid nickname...
I took out my diary and a pencil. I had to take my mind off of him. Maybe I could vent about some random thing in here...
Wait..
What the...
CHARITY!
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Third Person(but mainly in Magnus's POV)
Magnus sat down on the sofa, reading a book. He smiled as Charity yawned.
"It'll be dawn soon. You need some rest," He observed.
"Yeah," She muttered, "I'm such a socialite."
Charity had come by later that night, without Sam, and Rowena had gone off to limbo for a while. She said that she would see him later.
Magnus closed his eyes for a moment as she pictured the two women.
Rowena-innocent, sweet, kind. The old-fashioned, classic beauty.
Faith-wild, reckless, flirtatious.
A tempting girl.
She was also naturally beautiful, and as kind as Rowena at times. At times, wonderful.
Mortal.
He opened his eyes. No. Faith could not be an option.
"I'm going home," Charity said. She suddenly smirked that Charity Smirk that Magnus knew all too well.
"By the way," She continued, "I almost forgot." She looked through her black bag, and finally tossed a book at him.
"Self-help?" Magnus read, arching an eyebrow. She hastily snatched it from him.
"I meant this one." Another book was given. It was plain, and red, nothing special. But it smelled like Faith's Lilac Perfume.
"And by the way," Charity was adding, "That self-help thing belongs to my Aunt... Flossie!"
"First of all," Magnus sighed, "Do you even have an Aunt Flossie?"
"Shut up."
"Second... you got this from Faith, didn't you?"
Charity stared. "What are you, psychic."
Magnus looked down, embarrassed. "No... it... uh, it smells like her perfume..." He muttered shyly.
Charity shook her head. "I won't ask how you got close enough to her to smell that. She's subtle about it, only has a little spritz. I've only smelled it at the drug st-"
"Charity."
"Anyway," She yawned, "It's Faith's diary. Gullible thing doesn't realize that my key matches hers. And that switched hers with mine."
"Charity," Magnus protested, "It's wrong to go through her personal thou- you have a diary?"
"You know you want to read it."
"I do."
"Then stop being Mr. Nice Guy and try it! 'Day."
And with that, Charity was gone.
Magnus put the diary on the bed. He tried to fall asleep, but the Lilac-scented book was calling him.
C'mon... you're infatuated with her-
"I am not!"
Whatever...
The calling voice sounded oddly like Charity...
Finally, after muttered, 'one page' Magnus opened it up. One page turned into thirty, and he came upon one word headlining it.
Magnus.
I won't bother saying, 'Dear Diary' or whatever. I need to get to the heart of it, and his name is enough.
I think I'm in love with him.
Magnus felt a rush of affection, blocked by an uncomfortable feeling.
I don't know how it happened. I mean, one moment we're fighting, and I hate him, the next, we're fighting and I love him.
Weird.
I told Charity. She responded with a 'Oh. Yeah. Biiiiiiiig surprise there.', and silent smirking. Seriously, she's almost as bad as this stinkin' diary. Except she mouths off more, which is better than nothing.
But anyway, it's not like I'm gonna tell him. I'm a Shifter, he's a Vampire. Mortal, undead. Our paths can never cross like that.
But I wish they could.
Yours,
Faith
Magnus traced the name with his finger. That's when that familar, husky voice that he loathed came up.
"Hmm. Lady Rowena isn't exactly on your mind right now, is she Sir Magnus?"
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Dun dun... DUN! R and R!