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-Bella's point of view-
As I walked to the theatre…those wonderful amber eyes quickly swam into focus, those beautiful Cullen eyes that haunted my every eternal existence…I wonder…had they gone back to Forks? They had probably gone up to Denali, I wonder if they know I now walk among them? If they do not…this might be the perfect chance to get away with it all! Well…at least for a few decades. The crisp night air was thick and rich, surrounding me like a veil; it was dark and warm…comforting, even.
I continued to ponder on those eyes, whose where they? I knew, somewhere I knew. I recognized them. The face was clear, angular and pale white…it was the face of-
"ISABELLA!" shouted an all to familiar voice, looking up I saw Medea jogging over to me at human speed.
"What's up?" She called upon reaching me, her eyes held my gaze, completely forgetting my previous thoughts, I smiled. "Oh nothing much really, what's up with you?"
Medea just laughed a little, turning to smile at me. "I was watching Oliver having a panic attack, actually. It seems you've got out boy all out of sorts, he's gone topsy tervy." She said, a faint accent shining through, although I could not place it directly it sounded Mediterranean.
"Oh really now? Oliver's bugging, is he?" Medea just stared at me, confused. I doubted she understood what 'Bugging' was.
"Erm…sure, he was bugging…" Medea giggled a little, trying the words out oh so slightly.
"So what movie did we pick?" I inquired, looking at her with grin. She sighed and let out a groan of disgust. "That new movie, Underworld two." She made a gagging sound, I tossed her a questioning look.
"Charles has a crush on that…Selene wench, he keeps saying its because she looks like me, but I think its because he's a jackass who thinks with his second head."
I smiled, then remembered the card Ashley had given. Fumbling around in my pocket, I eventually found it, taking it out I looked at the card, and finally focused on what was writing on it.
Eleusinian Dance Studios!
Congratulations! You've received a gift card for six free dance lessons with the won the wonderful dance instructor Ashley for you and three friends! Come, dance with us!
Yours truly, dance instructor Cybele Terpsichore and owner of Eleusinian Dance Studios!
I turned to see Medea staring at me, slightly bemused.
"What'cha got there?" Was her simple query, she sounded almost like a little child, asking their parent a very serious matter.
"The human we saved, she gave me this as repayment, I told her that I didn't want any repayment, and then she handed me this."
"May I see it?" I handed the card to Medea, she looked at it, then her face cracked into a grin. "We should go." I guess I must have looked startled from the abrupt statement.
"No, no seriously! We should, it could be fun!" I nodded my head, my thoughts returning to those gold eyes.
We walked in silence for a bit, before Medea inquired what my thoughts had traveled to.
"Just about a dream I had once…about lovely ocher eyes." Medea's eyes sparkled when I said this, her own lovely eyes glittered in thought.
"Hm, sounds like someone's got a case of the love bug." Medea giggled slightly.
For some reason, when I spoke my voice was rigid. "No, I do not." Medea's look metamorphosed into one of understanding and of somber agreement.
"You fell for a man, and he hurt you, by the sounds of it pretty deeply too." Just when I was about to suggest to Medea that it was none of her business, she intercepted my verbal shield and with a quick glance of her lance like eyes, I was silent.
"You are not the only to suffer at the hands of men my dear. Do you recognize my name? Do you recognize the name Medea?"
And, instead of being dazed by this, I thought it about it. I remembered something from Greek mythology, about a woman named Medea…a witch named Medea.
"I remember something from Greek legends, Medea was the name of the witch who married Jason, was betrayed by him. She killed her husband's young bride, and the bride's father. Her two sons were killed by the brides family in vengeance and they blamed it on Medea…"
Medea looked me in the eyes, staring at my very core. "That was you, wasn't it?" My voice was not laced with emotion, but I knew it, she was the witch Medea, now a two thousand year old vampire living in London.
"Yes, I was that Medea, I still am. It has been many years since I have seen my homeland, I am called a sentimental fool, and it is true. I've tracked my family to this day, and I still send them money, but I remain an anonymous benefactor to them.
"Was it Alexander that changed you?" I wondered if not him, then who?
Medea let out a hollow laugh, "No my dear, Alexander did not change me. I received immortality for doing right in the eyes of the Gods."
Gods? Great, how was it that every time I spoke with a vampire who was not out for my blood, we wound up on the conversation of religion.
"I received my immortality from the Goddess Hera. The mighty Zeus attempted to court me, but I managed to dodge his advances. Being the only mortal to ever accomplish this, Hera allowed me to live forever, using her power to grant me immortality."
Something stopped my train of thoughts, and I decided to voice my question. "I thought only a vampire could make another vampire, how did you become a vampire then?"
Medea laughed at this, it was hollow and joyless though. "A very angry vampire bit me, damning me to become a blood drinker when I turned down his advances, this is my punishment for refusing him. Once I was a vampire, I sought out that basterd and killed him, tearing him to pieces and setting him on fire gleefully, as I watched him burn I would cool the fires, making sure he stay alive for three torturous days so he could know the pain he brought me, over and over again."
I stared at Medea, my earlier assumption was correct, she was dangerous, lethal even.
I noticed that we had walked right past the movie theatre. "Um, Medea where are we going?" I broke Medea out of a heavy haze, she mumbled something akin to "Not a clue."
We continued to walk, wondering aimlessly. We wondered through parks and such, eventually stumbling upon a small row of shops. Medea seemed to know this place, for she immediately straightened up and began to walk quickly. I followed close behind, curious to see what would make her suddenly act so alive. We stopped in from of a store called Raven's Feathers. It was filled with crystals and herbs, much like the bookstore I had wondered into in Port Angeles…the night Edward saved me.
"Do not think of him." Medea said, not turning around to face me while studying the shop with intense scrutiny.
Shock welled through me, Medea could read my thoughts?! How?!
"I know that expression child, I know you were thinking about the man who brought you so much pain. I was not wrong, was I?" I glanced up, and gave a subtle shift of my head, indicating that she was correct.
"Come here." She said, not moving and still not turning to face me. With my vampiric speed and grace I was beside her in an instant.
"I want you to learn something this night, even if you learn nothing else for the rest of eternity you will get a lesson tonight." My brows knitted together in confusion, what was she speaking about?
"I am going to teach you the craft of the wise my dear. I want you to become a sorceress." Medea said, answering my unvoiced question.
"Wh-what? Can I do that?" Medea turned to face me, her delicately eyebrows arched.
"What would stop you?" Was all she said, deadly serious.
"The fact that I am now the living dead perhaps? I no longer have a heartbeat, how can I be a witch when I cannot even be mortal?"
Medea just shook her head. "Witchcraft is transcendent, nymphs, humans and Gods alike practice this, no bylaw says a vampire may not practice it."
"What exactly would I have to do?" I was wary, for some reason Medea frightened me right now.
"You must begin your training before you can even consider being a witch, I will help you and anything preformed will be consensual so you will not be forced into anything."
For some reason, I felt I should agree to this. We walked into the store, only to come face to face with an elderly old woman, her hair gray and her skin like a dried apricot, wrinkled and clinging to her skin. She wore a long white dress, the sleeves of which bellowed out. She had on a bleached headband, and simple necklace of seashells.
"Good evening ladies, may I help you with anything?" The old woman asked, she smelled human enough, but there was an air of mystery around her.
"Do you have any books on basic witchcraft, and perhaps a few starter things for the starter witch?" Medea asked, her face pulled into a mask of polite and official angles.
The old woman smiled, her eyes alight with amusement. "Oh yes my dear, we have things on traditional witchcraft, Minoan sisterhood for mystery religions, and a few books on Wicca. Is there a particular branch of paganism you are looking into?"
At this, Medea smiled, it was faint. Recognition shown in her eyes as she looked at the old woman. "Why yes, actually we were looking for anything on Hellenistic paganism."
-A/N Hellenistic paganism is the modern worship of the Greek Gods and Goddesses, while not always practiced by people who practice witchcraft, it sometimes is.- The old woman nodded, and disappeared into the back of the shop for a few minutes, and returned in a few moments with a stack of very old, very expensive looking books.
"Medea," I hissed so low only a vampire could have heard, "how are we going to pay for all this."
The old woman spoke up "No worries my dear, it's on the house." A knowing look passed between Medea and the elderly old maid.
I was bemused, to say the least. How had she heard me?? I already knew something odd was going on, now I just need to know what it was.
"How did you-" I started, but Medea was already leading me out of the shop, thanking the old woman as she drug me out.
"Medea, who was that woman? Better yet, what was that woman?"
Medea chuckled a little "That, Isabella was my aunt. The Goddess Circe, she's accustomed to appearing as a mortal woman to confuse people, she even spreads rumors that she is, she used to love messing with the Greek historians, none of them could figure out who she was!" At this, Medea cackled a little, and for the briefest moment I expect a cauldron to appear.
"Now we should probably see Oliver before he has a fit and cries for his Bella." Medea and I chuckled at this, we were starting to get along famously. The men we adored, the men who became our lives, had left us both, we were both vampires, and we both enjoyed torturing Oliver.
"I have a marvelous idea!" Medea cried, suddenly gaining wicked hue to her normally beautiful face.
"Oh, and what might that be?" I asked, playful tones danced across my tongue, making the night seem much brighter.
"I know just how to prank Oliver!" She said, and my attention was caught like a bird in a nest of thorny brambles, I couldn't have left it I wanted to.
"Now you must tell me!" I said, semi seriousness seeping into me. I was still a little irked at Oliver for telling me to abandon Ashley.
"Hm…we'll have to get him back to the house first. I think we should play a little game of strip poker…and I think you should loose…"
I stood there, gawking. I did not see how this was a prank on Oliver, but rather an exile from dignity sent to me!
"Do not fret my dear, I am not done. I think you should act very…friendly…to Oliver, and then offer to stay with him tonight…but while you are walking to his room, Charles and I will come and ask you to join us for the evening for some rather…interesting activities. You'll agree, and then we'll go into the room and play back sounds of my wedding night with Charles, we can do whatever you like then, watch T.V. play games…" For some reason, this all seemed rather long-winded plan to me, but I wouldn't mind doing it.
"Medea, I think I might have a better idea." Medea glanced at me, telling me to proceed.
"I think we should play a game humans do…one of bravery, lies, deceit, revenge and occasionally murder."
Medea looked confused for a few seconds. "…Marriage?"
I slapped a hand to my forehead. "No, Truth or Dare." For some reason, Medea shivered.
"Everything all right?" I called quietly to her. "For some reason, when you said that game's title…I felt a chill run through my soul."
I laughed a little, fear was right. This game was definitely one meant for fiends of the night such as ourselves to play!
As we walked to the theatre…I thought of those eyes again, my heart raced at the thought of them…I could see them, clearly now, there lovely face swimming to meet mine.
I stared at the face of framed with beautiful hair, into the faces of two different Cullen's, neither of them Edward.
I saw Emmett Cullen, and Jasper Hale.