Wicked Casters

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Chapter 16: Mariners Game

Eleanor's POV

It was the weekend, and I was not having a good day. Not because of Ginger being friends with a vampire, but my magic gave a mighty kick when attempting to do a telekinesis trick on levitating a large object. The moment I got the fallen tree up from the root . . . a burst of energy came out of nowhere. I'm unsure what happened, but this new magical strength gave me a nose bleed for three hours.

And then Zelena invited Chief Swan, Billy Black, and Jacob over for a Mariners game. Never thought Zelena was into sports. She gave the impression she was more into a spa and Wiccan ingredients. Thus, Friday and early Saturday are spent cleaning the house, locking the Caster room, and hiding any relics. The last thing we need is Charlie Swan considering us to be in some cult for a satanic ritual. We Casters do not worship the devil. Those are Shades who do the forbidden arts correlating to devil worship.

After doing countless cleaning and food preparation, I decided to wash the Wagoneer. I needed a break from being inside all day. There had been a lot of rain, and the poor car drove through the mud. Never let Ginger drive my new baby again. Without a doubt, the Wagoneer is my car. Not even Ginger could deny that. It's funny that I grew up on antique, vintage, and expensive cars, especially Grandfather Horatio having a Hearse. Although he did convert the back into a mattress. Making things easier for travel when on the road or when his grandchildren are tired. But here I am, loving a Jeep Wagoneer. Well, at least the paint job is a dark grayish/black.

Ginger helped me wash the car. As she took a rag and dunked it in the bucket before smearing it on the wood panels. I took the hose, spraying it on the hood to get the mud off. We actually were having a good time. No training, homework, or anything supernatural. Just us being two teenage girls goofing off. If we were in a warmer climate, we might have been in our swimsuits spraying water in a playful water fight. Sadly, it is sixty degrees, if not the wind kicking in. At least we have the radio playing loud on the stereo.

Suddenly there was a loud bang followed by the Wagoneer shaking. Ginger and I were startled in shock till we found Edward jumping down. I glared at him for causing harm to my baby. Let alone did not sense him coming in along with his car in the driveway. Then again, we had the radio on blaring some music.

"Could you act human?" I scolded, turning off the stereo. "And not cause harm to my car again."

"Yeah, we got company coming in a little bit," Ginger added.

Edward chuckled as he walked over to Ginger. "I'm gonna take you to my place tomorrow."

He then leaned over to the back fender pulling the massive dent out as if it never got hit.

"Um, thanks," I said.

Guess I don't have to worry about fiddling with the gas cap anymore.

"Wait, you mean your family?" Ginger asked, still dumbfounded by Edward's announcement.

"Yeah," he answered.

"What if they don't like me?" She asked. "I mean, I'm not all presentable."

In other words, her red hair, punk outfit, and crazy ear piercing. Even I don't understand how Edward is attracted to her. The whole attraction to scent and blood is creepy if you ask me. Especially when you are invited to a house filled with seven vampires who feast on blood. Sure, they consume animal blood, but it's still disturbing. You never know when accidents may occur to cause a shark or, in this case, a vampire frenzy.

It brings up several questions like how they handle a woman having her period. Or when I had my accident. I was still not happy to learn that Edward was the one who pushed me. Ginger tried to defend him, saying he saved my life. Oh yes, while she gets the swoop off her feet with an arm outstretched blocking the van. I, on the other hand, got shoved several feet that had my left shoulder dislocated, wrist fractured, and road burns all over my body. Yes, a true hero.

The vampire snickered, "So, you're worried not because you'll be in a house full of vampires, but because you think they won't approve of you?"

"Yep," Ginger said, popping the p.

Edward laughed, shaking his head until he stopped his attention towards the entry. Up ahead, you can hear another vehicle driving its way towards the cabin. The vampire sighed, shaking his head.

"What's wrong?" Ginger asked.

"Complication." He answered. "I'll pick you up tomorrow. Goodbye, Ginger. Eleanor."

At least he has some decency to say goodbye even though he practically ignores me unless Ginger is in the conversation. Then again, Edward and I don't get along. Even though we hold similarities in specific tastes regarding music and history, we simply argue about the supernatural world. He walked to his Volvo, driving off, passing a beige Chevrolet truck.

The truck parked next to the garage as Jacob came out going to the bed to get his dad's wheelchair. In a moment, Billy and Jacob worked together to get Billy in the wheelchair.

"Hey," I greeted them with a smile as I walked over. "Came to see your work?"

"Looks good." Jacob chuckled as he went to evaluate the Wagoneer. "Got that dent out."

"Actually, we came to visit your flat screen," Billy answered, holding a couple of paper bags. "First Mariners game of the seasons."

"Go Mariners Moose." Ginger cheered.

"Plus, Jacob here keeps bugging me about seeing you girls again," Billy added.

Jacob blushed, immediately stepping away from the Wagoneer after a quick examination of its condition. His copper skin becomes a shade darker around the cheekbones. "Great, Dad. Thanks."

"Just keeping it real, son," Billy said with a smile.

"It's nice having you guys here," I said. "Things get crazy to the point of cabin fever."

"You can say that again," Ginger agreed.

A police cruiser came into the lot and parked right next to the truck. Chief Swan came out of the cruiser in casual clothing, holding a pack of canned beer. Guess we'll be calling him Charlie or Mr. Swan now. He walked over to Billy, lifting some unknown brand of beer, "Vitamin R."

"Well done, Chief," Billy said, lifting the paper bags. "Harry Clearwater's homemade fish fry."

"Good man," Charlie said, handing Billy the beer, then pushed his chair to the cabin.

"Any luck with that Waylon case?" Billy asked.

"Well, I don't think it was an animal that killed him," Charlie answered.

"Never thought it was," Billy agreed.

Ginger, Jacob, and I followed after the two men as they continued to discuss the previous animal attacks. First, the security guard at the Grisham Mill, and on Monday this week, another man name Waylon Forge. From the gossip going around, his body was found in his boat out in the lake. Body drained of blood, jugular was savagely torn open and scratches. An animal attack appeared indeed, including Dr. Cullen doing the autopsy, confirming it was an animal However, we Casters believe it was vampires. Also, Edward confirms who killed the security guard at the Mill. Since then, there was a magical barrier around the property that won't let human blood drinkers in. Edward was the only exception. When a vampire is near the barrier, they will avoid it as if nothing was there.

"So spread the word out at the rez, huh?" Charlie informed, turning the wheelchair around and trying to get Billy up the four steps. "Keep the kids out of the woods."

"Will do," Billy assured. "Don't want no one else getting hurt, do we?"

How Billy said it as he stared at Ginger and me with a warning expression. I gave him a nod while Ginger rolled her eyes, not giving a damn. The Cullens are not friends with the Quileute tribe, let alone the legend being true. Deep down, I'm curious about other legends. However, I must remind myself to respect the tribe and not get too curious.

Once inside, Zelena walked over to her friends. "Charlie, Billy, it's nice to have some friends over."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Charlie said with a smile.

"Really, I recall you ditching me for a spur-of-a-moment hunting trip," Zelena reminded.

Billy chuckled, shaking his head, "Never skip on the ladies. They never forget."

"Another group's antics?" I asked Jacob.

"Yeah," Jacob answered, nodding his head. "So, how's the arm?"

"It's getting better," I answered. "Getting my stitches out tomorrow."

"Guys dig the scars." He teased.

"I thought it was girls digging the scars." Ginger corrected.

"Right," he chuckled nervously while rubbing his neck.

I snickered as we sat on the couch catching up. We haven't seen each other since First Beach on La Push, though we pass several texts between us once in a while. Not much, though; since I'm the worst texter and Jacob is on a prepaid cellphone, we don't waste his minutes. The adults held a serious conversation about the animal attacks as we caught up. Charlie informs Zelena not to let us girls go into the forest, especially at night. Zelena nodded, assuring the Chief of Police that she has, if not, installed motion sensor lights around the cabin in case something does come near. In other words the barrier.

We set up the coffee table with various foods, and everyone got their drinks. We loaded our plates and sat down to watch the opener.

When the game started, all the guys got excited for the Mariners. Mostly Charlie and Billy as they root crazy like some maniacs. Zelena seemed somewhat interested, except she would get up and down between commercials to refill the snack bowl. Although it was hilarious when she banished anybody who would eat the fish fry should eat near the kitchen. Apparently, Zelena doesn't like the smell of greasy fried fish. Ginger was not interested in the game, just looking for the moose.

I tried to understand the concept of Baseball. Growing up, my family was more into Football, college football. I enjoy the top rivalry colleges, for example, Ohio vs. Michigan, Navy vs. Army, and other games. Including sports that are associated with the Olympics. My clan is not much into sports in the Caster world except for magical duels. Although, we do have the exception for traditional sports like archery and fencing. Jacob sat next to me, whispering how the game works.

In the end, I gave up before skimming the game and looking into my iPod. Halfway through the game, I decided to go upstairs to my room. "You want to chat in my room?"

"Keep the door open," Zelena said.

"Alright," I muttered, heading upstairs.

Only Jacob came up with me as he sat down on my bed while I put my iPod on the iHome. I put one song on, though not too loud to disturb the extreme cheers going on downstairs.

"How's the progress with your rabbit?" I asked, taking a seat on the bed.

"It's going well, though I'm still looking for a cylinder." He answered.

"Certain parts are rare, especially cylinders," I said.

"You can say that again," he grumbled. "I almost had it with some guy in Port Angeles. When I went to see him about the cost, the guy sold it yesterday."

"Sorry," I said. "I'm sure you'll find what you are looking for."

"Yeah, I was hoping to have the rabbit done before junior year." He said.

Right, Jacob is sixteen and a sophomore. Sometimes when I see him, he seems to grow an inch or so.

A loud cheer could be heard downstairs, sounding like Charlie, Billy, and Zelena. Maybe a Mariner got a homerun or caught the ball. Jacob gave a chuckle, shaking his head.

"So, how did those three become friends?" I asked.

Jacob adjusted himself, "Well, it was some time ago. Zelena had come to the Rez asking the locals if they had some specific herb she was looking for. No one seemed to know it, yet somehow my dad knew the Latin term and helped her get the herbs and other ingredients. Over time, they kept crossing paths until my dad had a diabetic episode. I was shocked, yet Zelena was there somehow and did something that saved him. She took care of me until my sisters came home, and Dad felt indebted, and they became friends. At a BBQ, Dad introduced Zelena to Charlie, and the three just connected. Then again, I think Zelena has a soft spot for old geezers."

I chuckled at that.

Jacob noticed a picture on the nightstand and picked it up. It was a picture of my grandfather and me. The last professional photo I had.

"Your granddad?" Jacob asked.

"Yeah," I answered with a sad smile.

"You two are close?" he continued.

"Used to be…." I said sadly. "He passed away before I moved here."

Jacob's dark eyes widen as he sets the frame down, "Oh, I'm sorry."

"It's fine," I assured Jacob. "Age just caught up to him."

He nodded, "I know the feeling. I lost my mom when I was young. She died in a car crash."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I apologized.

"It's fine," Jacob assured. "I managed to recover and I know she is always with me."

I nodded in agreement.

There was a moment of silence when Jacob decided to change the subject. "So you and Ginger are planning to go to prom?"

"Oh, yeah, I got my dress Monday," I replied.

Jacob nodded, seeming to be curious about prom. Most importantly, how he was staring at me. Oh Hecate, I thought, as I looked at him.

"Um, Jake, someone had asked me out to prom," I said.

"Oh, sorry, didn't mean to give the impression." He said disappointedly.

"It's alright," I assured. "Besides, the guy I'm going with . . . we're going as friends. Somewhat a guilt repayment for almost killing me with his van."

"Wait, you're going with a guy who almost killed ya?" he asked.

"Hey, Tyler's paying the ticket," I said.

"You sneaky gold digger," he murmured.

I scoffed, smacking Jacob's shoulder from his joke. He simply laughed, rubbing his arm and apologizing, though I doubt he meant it. Afterward, we sat there having a conversation like any new friends. Something about Jacob attracted me to him. He had this atmosphere that was warm, inviting, and free-spirited. As if all the stress that I have accumulated since being in Forks had vanished when he was around. I don't know where this would lead, but I have to remind myself that I'm a caster. There is a limited chance he would accept my world.

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