Wicked Casters

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Chapter 14: I know what you are

Ginger's POV

"I'm going to confront him," I told Eleanor as we left the cabin.

Instantly Eleanor hits the breaks. Maybe I shouldn't have told her. But if Edward freaks out and plans on killing me, at least she can help solve my murder. She turned her head to face me as if I got a second head. Maybe I do, maybe I don't. . . but it's now or never.

"Are you insane?" Eleanor nearly yelled.

"I did hit my head last week," I sarcastically murmured.

"He's a vampire!" she exclaimed.

"And I'm a witch." I teased.

"Ging, you're my coven sister, and I can't risk it." She told me.

"Come on, Ella." I started. "Don't you want to know what type of vampire he is? I mean, if he is strigoi, will you chill out?"

"But what if he is a Cold One?" she challenged.

"Then I'm going to enjoy flambéing him," I joked.

Eleanor's face turned red as if she would scream at me. She took several deep breaths, trying to calm herself. I can already feel her magic riled up as if she wanted to use her abilities against me. However, it doesn't happen. Instead, Eleanor sighed as she leaned towards the glove box and took out the pendant. Seriously, she kept my pendant. I don't even know the significance of the pendant than some stupid legend and how it stinks. Vervain, as Eleanor confirmed thanks to Jacob. Except, the sage and lavender were doing nothing to mask the vervain. Anyway, to make her feel at peace, I put it on. She shook her head and drove to the school.

"Flu or food poisoning?" she asked.

"Food poisoning," I answered with a smile. "And thanks."

"You owe me." She muttered.

"I know," I promised.

Eleanor went back to driving, muttering in another language that I could barely tell. For a moment, I thought she was muttering in Spanish. However, it was not Spanish. No, she was muttering in Latin. I snorted, shaking my head as I planned my conversation with Edward.

.o0o.

We arrived at the school thirty minutes early. We tend to come early to get a good parking spot and a chance to talk with our friends. With us being witches in training, it's hard to simply hang out with them. Going to La Push was a special treat, and Zelena was reasonable when going dress shopping.

Eleanor pulled out a notebook and, ever so slowly, was forging an absence note before heading inside to deliver it to the main office. She made sure her cursive writing was readable and added character traits that wouldn't make the secretary suspicious that Mrs. Cope would call Zelena. Especially when our mentor is in Seattle right now. While Eleanor was doing this, I patiently waited for the silver Volvo. As I waited, I thought about how I was going to confront him. Have to do this properly, or he might kill me.

Ten minutes later, Edwards's silver Volvo came into the student parking lot, followed by the red BMW. I got out of the Wagoneer, standing there watching him. It wasn't long before he and his siblings came out. Alice stops suddenly with a blank expression before she looks at Edward. Assuming Edward was reading her thoughts, he turned to stare at me. If he is a vampire, he must have enhanced hearing.

"I know what you are," I whispered across the parking lot.

I then turned around, walking into the woods where it is private. At first, I could not hear him, wondering if he was not coming. Until his footsteps became faint, then harder, as he was catching up. We walked about half a mile without saying a word. The farther we went I noticed my breathing was trembling.

Come on, Ginger, pull yourself together. I told myself until we reached a small area.

There was a small section of the path I headed to and stood center. I stood my ground, took a deep breath, and faced Edward Cullen. He will not see me afraid. He stood there, a few feet away from me. On guard, as his eyes darken slightly.

"You're preposterously fast and strong." I listed, keeping eye contact. "Your skin is cold as ice and pale as the snow. Your eyes change color. And sometimes you speak, like, from another time period. You don't eat or drink anything. You don't go out into the sunlight. "

Suddenly Edward vanished, followed by a whooshing noise as he stood right behind me. His aura was much heavier than ever before, packed with different emotions. The atmosphere had so much tension that you might cut it with a knife.

"Be honest. How old are you?" I asked.

"Seventeen," Edward answered. His voice is soft as velvet though struggling.

"How long have you been seventeen?" I asked again.

"A while." He answered.

I panted slightly, for the elements around me watched us with their own eyes. The knots in the trees listened closely as the mist hazed around, ready to send a message. Even nature knew this was dangerous. As if Mother Nature was prepared to strike if need be.

"I know what you are," I whispered.

"Say it," he hissed. "Out loud."

"You're a vampire," I said as calmly as possible.

"Are you afraid?" he asked.

I turned around to face him. "No."

"Then asked me the most basic question." He murmured. "What do we eat?"

"Blood," I answered in nothing but a whisper.

Edward took a deep breath watching me like a hawk. I stared at him, no longer afraid. Somehow deep inside, I knew he wouldn't hurt me. My body language was tense, and he noticed this, that he grabbed me by the arm, forcing me to follow him.

"Where are we going?" I asked, stumbling on every fifth step.

"Up the mountain." He answered. "Out of the cloud bank. You need to see what I look like in the sunlight."

The next thing I knew, he slung me on his back and ran at such speed that he could challenge the Flash. I tried to keep my eyes open as the forest became nothing more than a blur. A fast swoosh of green, brown, and black. It was almost like somebody pressed the fast-forward button on a first-person videogame. He ran so fast that we were in one of the mountains in ten minutes.

There is a small opening of sunlight rays in the forest. Edward let me down as he walked over, unbuttoning his shirt. I stood there watching him on guard. This would be where I guess the answer is what type of vampire he is.

"This is why we don't show ourselves in sunlight," Edward said. "People would know we're different."

He turned around, exposing his skin to the sunlight. His skin was white and downright sparkled like countless diamonds were embedded on the surface of his skin. The small tiny quarts are trapped within the marble. He stood perfectly still in the sun rays, his shirt remaining open, exposing his chiseled chest. Like you were staring at a Roman statue that can only be seen in Europe. Almost competing with the Statue of David.

Oh, so that what they mean by reflex's the sun. I thought.

Then it hit me, Edward was not a strigoi; otherwise, he would have burned in the sunlight. No, he was a Cold One. One of the top deadliest vampires in existence. And yet I stand there amazed, not afraid, but fascinated. He puts the legends to shame in how he behaves. Hell, he and his family attend a school filled with food, and yet he or any of them haven't attack.

"This is what I am," Edward murmured.

"You're unique," I whispered.

"Unique?" he growled. "This is the skin of a killer, Ginger."

He then turned around, buttoned his shirt, walking away from the sunlight. I chased after him wanting to know his kind. All I know about Cold Ones is that they are rivals with the Quileutes. They were unspeakably fast, unexplainable strength, sparkled under sunlight…and drank blood. And with Edward, he can read minds. Do all Cold Ones have this ability, or is it different for each individual?

"I'm a killer." He continued.

"Aren't we all," I said.

"You don't get it. You and everyone else believe the lie." He said. "It's camouflage." He then stopped turning to face me. "I'm the world's most dangerous predator. Everything about me invites you in, my voice, my face, even my smell. As if I would need any of that."

Suddenly he disappeared, zooming into another part of the area. He reappeared on top of a boulder. "As if you could outrun me!"

He ran again in fast forward speed of a blur only to reappear behind me. I gasped, turning around as he grabbed the largest root that was part of the tree and threw it with such strength. That is smashed on collision. "As if you can fight me off."

Suddenly he was in my face, eyes darkening to a deep brown. "I'm designed to kill."

"You're not the only dangerous thing in the world," I murmured.

"I killed people before." He threatened. "I wanted to kill you. I've never wanted a human's blood so much in my life."

"I'm not human," I whispered.

"What?" he asked, confused.

"I'm not human," I repeated as I stepped back.

He watched me curiously as I stood a few feet away from him. I rubbed my hands together, focusing my powers on my hands. All my thoughts were on heat, a small source of the fire. I concentrated on my hands so that they glow slightly, creating tiny sparks until a small burst of flame came out of nowhere. The fire came strong, but I managed to tame it as it danced in my hand. The flames don't hurt me. It just feels nice and warm.

Edward looked at me, astonished, and walked over to get a better look. He touched underneath my hand, trying to debunk this fire magic as if it were a parlor trick. However, he found none other than my skin.

"What are you?" he asked.

"I'm a witch," I answered. "A descendent from Salem or French Colony of New Orleans?"

He touched the flame, then pulled it back, burning him slightly. "I misjudged you."

"And I misjudge you, too," I said, extinguishing the fire. "I thought you were a strigoi."

"Sorry for the disappointment." He sighed as he started walking.

"Can we at least learn about each other," I suggested? "Quid pro quo, I tell you things, and you tell me."

Edward paused before jumping into a tree, gazing down at me. "My family, we're different from others of our kind. We only hunt animals. We've learned to control our thirst. But it's you, your scent, it's like a drug to me. You're like my own personal brand of heroin."

He jumps off to a lower branch. "Quid pro quo."

I walked over, climbing up to him. "There are different types of witches and warlocks, though we prefer the term casters. My coven sister and I are learning to control our powers and live a normal life. We are different compared to others. Our magic is limited to one's abilities. I discovered I was a caster last year, still learning about this world we live in." I was soon a foot away from him. "Quid pro quo. Why did you despise me when we first met?"

"I did." He confirmed. "Only for making me want you so badly. I still don't know if I can control myself."

"I know you can," I assured, climbing up more into his personal space. "Or I can use a spell to help you with it."

"Right now, that pendant is keeping me sane." He whispered, then jumped down.

The pendant? I thought, touching the necklace with where the carving stood. Then I remember it is coated in vervain. The vervain must be some sort of repellent in keeping Edward somewhat calm from attacking me. I took a deep breath, climbed down, and walked over to him.

"I can't read your mind." He said, gently pushing me against a tree and trapping me there. "You have to tell me what you're thinking."

"Now I'm a bit nervous," I said.

"Good." He murmured, pulling back.

I sighed, shaking my head as I leaned closer to him. "I'm not afraid of you."

Edward shook his head in doubt.

"I'm afraid of losing you," I confessed. "As if you'll disappear."

We stared at each other until Edward lifted his hand and caressed my cheek. Even though his hand is cold and hard as stone, the sense of trust could be felt. "You don't know how long I've waited for you." He then placed his other hand over my heart. "So the lion fell in love with the fox."

"What a curious fox." I chuckled.

"What a sick, masochistic lion." He murmured.

.o0o.

We spent the rest of the day together as Edward carried me on his back to a special place. The location was breathtaking, for it was a meadow deep within the forest. The meadow was beautiful, perfectly round, and filled with violet, yellow, and soft white wildflowers. Somewhere nearby, I could hear a stream. The sun was overhead, illuminating the area in a soft haze. I walked along the meadow, feeling the warmth in my skin when I took my jacket off. The light was very delicate on my newly found pale skin, almost making it glow.

Edward walked up to me as his skin sparkled. Meanwhile, my skin glowed. This was something new that I'd never known before. Was it because I'm surrounded by nature? No source of human interruption to feel so light, so open to pure elements? From the soft grass, wild flowers, and warm moist air to be so alive.

We laid down on the untamed grass staring at each other in fascination. Two different supernatural creatures being close to one another. I was a witch, a human with powers. And Edward, Edward is a vampire who once was human. As he lay there staring at the sun in his vulnerable state, I can sense his life force is gone, except his soul remains. The spirit that resigns in the vessel is trapped within marble skin.

By the time it was afternoon, we had left the meadow. I texted Eleanor wondering if she would be at school or not. She texted back, saying she was home and freaking out. I told Edward of this, and he said he would take me home. I nodded as I got on his back and held on tight as he ran through the forest. He ran in the opposite direction where the school wouldn't be.

"Aren't we heading to your car?" I asked.

"Alice got it." He answered.

"Oh," I replied.

A smirk quirked his lip as he continued to run. I couldn't keep my eyes open from the wind blowing into my face, let alone the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. So I closed my eyes, breathing into his scent. A sweet fragrance of cologne. A brand that is most definitely won't be in a store.

.o0o.

Eleanor's POV

I paced around the living room, worrying about Ginger. I forced myself not to pull out my cellphone to text or call her to see if she was alright throughout the entire school day. All-day, I had eyes on me. It didn't help when Rosalie was giving a stern look. I try to avoid her glare. As well as Jasper's questionable expression during history class. Or when crossing the halls as Emmett walked by, giving a wave. The moment Edward and Ginger went into the forest, the Cullens and Hales paid much attention to me. I don't know if they know what I am. And seeing how Alice reacted in the parking lot showed signs of ability.

My anxiety was going crazy from all this attention from the vampires.

Every time I had a chance to go to the bathroom, I would pull out my runes and ask them if Ginger was still alive and human. The runes assured me she was alive. And when I asked if she was safe, they came out indecisive. As two runes showed the marks while the other two came out blank. I debated calling Ginger when the question came until hearing other girls entering the bathroom.

When it came to lunch, I contemplated calling Ginger. Everyone was in deep conversation about Prom. Tyler was sitting next to me, with his arm wrapped over my shoulders. I try to be excited about Prom, answering any questions.

"We should get a limo," Jessica suggested.

"Yeah, we should," Mike agreed.

"Do you think we can afford a limo?" Angela asked. "They aren't cheap."

"Maybe if we split the bill," I managed to say.

"Yeah, we can do that," Eric agreed. "I'll look it up and tell you how much and split the difference."

They continued their conversation. I excused myself to throw away my trash and head to the bathroom. As I entered the bathroom, I waited for the girls to leave. Once alone, I pulled my phone out, except a sharp shudder went down my spine. Followed by a tap on my shoulder. I gasped, turning around to see none other than Alice Cullen.

I panted, placing a hand on my chest.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Alice apologized with a smile.

I nodded as my magic sensed her aura. I could not sense life in her vessel. But something was off. I sensed nothing from what I felt when around Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper. Yet Alice was different. It was faint…but I sensed some sort of magic. Was Alice once a witch?

"You're Eleanor Rivers," Alice spoke. "Ginger's roommate?"

"Uh…yes," I managed to say.

Alice smiled, "Don't worry, Ginger will be okay. You'll see her when you start making dinner."

I stared at her, confused, "Wait, what? And how do you know."

Alice merely gave me a wink and a smile before walking away. I stood there utterly dumbfounded. This is the first time I've ever talked to her. And she came over like she knew about my worry. Something was not right. The Cullens were vampires, and I feared they knew what I was.

When I got home, I used a crystal pendant over a map of the Olympic Peninsula. This type of magic is scrying. A common ability for all casters. Simply hover the crystal over the map and think of the object or person. The crystal movement becomes more violent and vigorous than the swing. The closer you are to the object on the map coordinates, the pendant shall become more vigorous until it pinpoints the exact location of what is sought by pulling down to a spot on the map.

The first time I did this, the crystal pendant stopped at one of the mountain terrains outside Olympic National Park. Another hour later, I did it again as the crystal landed somewhere in the forest range outside of Forks. Where the hell is she going? I'm debating whether this is a bad idea that I need to call Zelena.

Oh, Hecate! She is going to kill me, I thought.

Before I picked up, my cellphone dinged, announcing a text message. I sighed in relief after reading the text message, knowing she was still alive. After responded quickly and laid down on the bed.

I grabbed a pillow off the couch, suffocating myself as I gave a banshee-like scream.

Damn you, Ginger Ives! You are going to be the death of me.

What do you all think?

"And so, the lion fell in love with a fox." I thought of using Aesop's Fables The Lion and the Fox was better than the original "The lion fell in love with the lamb." You know, since Ginger's hair is red and not as pure as Bella's.

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