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Chapter Two

I could feel his teeth on my throat; grazing the skin…his breath sent chills down my spine and my lips quivered. His teeth however never pierced the flesh; as far as I could tell anyways. Instead I saw him raise his head up from my neck and his dark eyes bore into mine for a long moment before he leaned in slowly; giving me enough reaction time to turn away…but I didn't. Oh my god…he's going to kiss me! The thought fluttered through my brain excitedly until I remembered that I had never kissed a guy before; let alone one who had possibly over a hundred years of experience in the art of kissing. His lips touched mine and I responded; I could feel a grin spread across his lips; his tongue slipped into my mouth and touched with mine. His lips trailed from my mouth to my cheek, neck, and then my collar bone. I could already tell where this was headed and I panicked as his lips kept trailing lower and lower; his hands slipped down my body and slowly slid up my black nylon gown. Oh my…how the hell do I stall this? I wondered frantically. On the outside; I looked like I was very into it, but on the inside I was screaming. I finally found my voice enough to speak.

"J-jackal…" I said in a breathless voice.

He looks up from kissing my stomach and into my eyes; sparks fly between us almost visibly.

"I…I can't do this yet." I whispered.

He nods as he slides off of me and sits beside me on my bed.

"I'm sorry." He says slowly; not meeting my eyes.

"I-It's okay…it's just that I'm like…not ready for an intimate thing…especially after having hardly one night away from being a slave…" I said.

He nodded.

"I have to go anyways; Gabriel's calling." He says as he leans in and gives me a peck on the cheek.

He's out the door within seconds; leaving me with just his lingering scent that was intoxicating by itself. I lay back down on my bed and ran my hand through my hair and breathed out a sigh of relief. Did…I even like Jackal? I thought slowly. The feel of his lips still lingered on my skin; the memory of it gave me chills as it replayed in my mind. I almost had sex with Jackal…a vampire. What the fuck is wrong with me? I wondered as I got up from the bed; I no longer felt tired. I needed fresh air. I quickly got dressed in a black tank top and dark jeans and left my room and the Witch's Housing Unit and walked down the trail heading towards the market. The night air was warm with a slight breeze with the moon hanging high in the sky, a light scent of coconut hung in the air; flowing in the wind. I passed one other person; someone I wasn't familiar with. A young girl with dark eyes and blonde hair and luscious lips smiled as she passed me by; heading back towards the way I came. She was wearing a ghostly white gown that glowed and flowed around her as she walked. I could hear my footsteps as I walked but not hers. I turned back around to see if she was still there; she wasn't. I finally came across the market and realized; that even though it was dark, it was still open and running. Duh…the supernatural beings are all on night schedules. I realized. I walked down the isle and noticed a beautiful woman with shoulder length curled auburn hair and forest green eyes selling a beautiful gown. I looked at it and then remembered that I didn't have any coins or cash of any sort. All my belongings were taken from me when I had been kidnapped and taken to the island. Thoughts of my mother flashed through my mind. I could picture her in my mind…clear as day, long blonde hair below her shoulders, close to the middle of her back, always smiling, pure bright blue eyes; lightly tanned skin, and her motherly concern, sadness washed over me as I knew I would most likely never see her again or my friends for that matter. I was her only child and my father had left us at my birth; she was most likely alone…all alone without her only child. Tears filled my eyes and I blinked them away; I walked away from the market and towards the beach area. I walked through the sand barefooted and was soon accompanied by Blaire WitchWood. She no longer wore a blue dress but a blue tank top and shorts; she wore a smile on her face as she studied me.

"So…was it hot?" She asks with a big grin on her face.

I shake my head in exasperation.

"What are you talking about?" I ask; acting completely dumb and ignorant.

She wasn't buying it. She shook her head with that same grin.

"Did you and Jackal go all the way?" She asks again; with different wording.

"Oh yes; he showed me quite a few tricks to." I said in a sarcastic voice.

She smiled again.

"Really, what happened?" She asked.

"Well…he shows me some Supernatural Law that I broke when I was considered to be a slave and since I kind of bit him…and spilt his blood he said he had the right to spill mine as well…we kind of had a little game of cat and mouse until he got me." I say.

"Oh no…did you swallow his blood?" She asks with that same big grin on her round face and her crystal blue eyes glimmering.

She knew something I didn't and I could already tell she was dying to tell me.

"Yeah…what don't I know?" I ask slowly with my arms crossed over my chest.

"Jackal knows everything about you now." She says with the shake of her head.

My eyes go wide.

"What are you talking about?" I ask, moving closer to her.

"With his blood running through your veins; he feels everything you feel, he knows if you're thinking about specific things…such as…him for example. He could also use glamour on you to make you do thinks with the simple trick of eye contact." She replies with a smile.

My mouth gapes open with my eyes going wide; shock ran through me…then it switched to panic. Everything I felt…he felt too…he knew what I was feeling while we were together in my room…he knew how he made me feel when our lips touched…the feel of his hands running down my body; the chills…everything. What a fucking invasion of privacy. I thought bitterly.

"How do I like block my feelings from him and how do I keep him from like glamouring me?" I asked Blaire slowly.

"Uh…a simple spell or potion…or the simple trick of hiding your thoughts and feelings like constantly having a shield up in your mind; blocking your feelings and mindset from him and anyone else with the gift of telepathy." She replies with a slight frown.

"Okay; I'll try that some time…anyways…how did you even know about him coming to my room?" I ask.

She laughs.

"Who do you think gave him directions to your room? I had to…it's the Supernatural Law and I can't protect you from it if you break it so I had to give him the information." She says with a sad smile on her lips.

I nodded in understanding.

"It's okay…I do understand." I said aloud.

"You should be getting back to your room and get some rest; I'm sure you're begging for some…oh and I'll make sure you have no more visitors at least until morning." She replies with a smile.

I nod and head back down the trail and soon arrive back at the Witch's housing unit and in the privacy of my room. I closed the black out curtains and turned off all the lights except for the lamp beside my bed. I got undressed and was soon only wearing a black lace bra and matching panties; I don't bother putting on a night gown as I slip beneath the covers of the big bed. I switch off the lamp and as soon as my eyes close; I fall into the deep slumber of sleep. A dream soon takes hold and I'm at my house with my mother sitting down at the kitchen table on the phone; talking to someone. Beneath her eyes were dark circles, her skin was no longer lightly tanned but had taken on a rather paleness; her eyes no longer shined as bright. I could hear her side of the conversation on the phone but not the other.

"It's been eight months! How can you not find out anything in eight months! She's only 17 years old…" I heard her yell as tears flooded down her cheeks.

I walked over to my mother and went to reach out to comfort her but my hand went right through her. I took a few steps back in shock. I went to hit the table; my hand slipped right through it. This is one messed up dream… I thought slowly.

"Mom." I called out.

It got no response.

"Mom!" I yelled.

No response again.

"MOM!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

This time my moms eyes got wide as she looked around her.

"Hello?" She called out; her red rimmed eyes scanning the living room.

She can't hear me...unless I'm...yelling. I realized.

My eyes searched around the room for anything to use and then I focused on a pen on the table; I tried grabbing it many times until finally it seems like I focused all of my attention on it for me to pick it up. I write down on the slip of piece of paper that was beside it.

I love you mom

The pen dropped from my fingertips as I am jolted awake; away from the dream.

I sat straight up in my bed looking around the darkened room. Was it still night time outside? I wondered. I opened the black out curtain and the sun shone through my darkened room and irritated my eyes. I guess not. I crawled out of bed and went to the bathroom and slipped into the shower to wash off the worries of last night. I washed my hair and body and shaved my underarms and legs and rinsed off then got out. I wrapped the white towel around me and walked out of the bathroom and headed to my closet to get dressed. I dried off with the towel and got dressed in a lacy hot pink bra and matching panties and furthered my search for a dress or pants and shirt of some sort. I decided on a black and white floral dress that came above the knees with spaghetti straps. I slipped it on and dried my long blonde hair and brushed it. I left it down then put on some mascara and a small amount of blush and black flats. I left my room and locked it and walked down the halls and out of the lobby leaving the Witch's Housing Unit. As I walked down the trail with the sun shining down on me; I looked all around me, for once truly taking in my surroundings…the beauty of the island…the possible reason if my heritage was correct; why my great-great-great-great-great great grandmother chose this beautiful island. Honestly; I didn't know how great this grandmother was but I'm sure she's pretty dang great considering Blaire said that she was the one who founded this island. The first known Hathaway most likely. I decided upon my destination; in search of a library…and as I searched around the island, I finally found a library on the Witching School Campus on the island. I was allowed free access to the library of course since I was a witch and since I was considered now to be a citizen of the island. I searched through the catalog on the computer and found a book on the founder of the island; how ironic…it was written by a Hathaway. My father's aunt Ava Deanne Hathaway…it wouldn't matter now since she's dead but that means that my family knew of my heritage and never told me anything about it. The founder of the island was 23 year old Nefret Nenet Hathaway, born in Egypt; her mother unknown, she founded the island in the year of 1642. She was a witch and possessed the gift of astral projection; the ability to remove her soul and appear in two different places with only one being active, meaning her astral self was active while her true bodily form seemed to be asleep. She also possessed a more rare gift…more unheard of…is the ability to create illusions of all kinds. Nefret Nenet Hathaway died at age 32 from an unknown cause; her legacy of descendants and others of her kind, go about their lives today either with the knowledge of what they are or they are completely ignorant by choice. Nefret Nenet Hathaway's powers did not die with her…one of her descendants possesses them either with it's knowledge or with ignorance. Long Live Nefret and her rare gifts and beauty. This was merely all I skimmed out of the short book; the rest was about her child hood and the hard times in her history. One of the Hathaway's possess her gifts…it's hidden away in our blood.

The thought chilled me to the bone. I recalled my dream of being in my mother's house…screaming her name and leaving her a note which consumed a lot of my energy. Was that Astral Projection? I wondered silently amongst myself. I was interrupted by a tap on my shoulder as I put the book back where it belonged; Blaire smiled at me. Today she wore a silk white blouse and black pants and heels. Her eyes glittered with intrigue…probably wondering what I was doing in the library.

Blaire had been wrong about the name though; her name wasn't Isis it was Nefret Nenet Hathaway...but then who was Isis? I didn't ask the question aloud.

"So why are you already at the Witching School library?" She asked with a small smile.

Right on target. I thought to myself before answering.

"I was looking up my heritage. Her name was Nefret Nenet Hathaway; supposedly beautiful and she possessed the gifts of astral projection and like the ability to cause illusions which was like a rare gift back then I guess." I explained.

"The ability of illusion…no other witch in the world has that gift. She was the only one and it's still extremely rare today. Astral projection isn't very common but it's not extremely rare. Only the best of witch's have that gift." She says with a yawn.

"How do you know if you have any of these gifts?" I ask slowly.

"Well…we could discover that now…if you wanted?" She inquired.

"Sure!" I replied.

She nodded and waved her hand as a signal that I should follow her; I did just that. We walked down complicated halls and I saw many young girls younger than me carrying books and heading off to classes. How many people were truly on the island? I wondered. We came to a stop outside of a room and went in. A young man was seated at a desk; he truly couldn't be any older than 21 and he had a dazzling smile; one he used to expose his perfectly white shining teeth. His hair was dark and slicked back; coming just above his ears and his eyes a deep dark blue. He stood up from his desk. Other than us three; we were alone.

"Can I help you?" He inquired, taking us both in.

"I'm Blaire WitchWood and this is Rachel Hathaway; Rachel would like to discover her gifts." She replied.

He nodded and motioned us further into his room and got us to sit in the chairs facing his desk. They were comfortable. He turned his focus on me and I could see just how dark and deep those brilliant blue eyes were…I felt like I was going to get lost in them until he told me his name which I barely caught.

"I'm Nathaniel Gautama by the way, but you can call me Nate." He said with that same brilliant smile.

I couldn't help but return it.

"Let me see your hands." He said slowly.

I frowned at his request and was a bit hesitant to listen but I did so. His hands were warm against mine. He closed his eyes and was completely still for a long moment. His eyes opened and actually focused on me. He turned his head and looked at Blaire.

"I can't get a good read on her…it's like hers are all locked away or something…" He says slowly.

"Try the potion then…she wants to know…and I'm kind of curious myself." She said with a smile.

He let go of my hands and went behind his desk and opened one of the droors. He pulled out a small hand sized glass bottle filled with a green liquid. He handed it to me.

"Take three sips." He says as he waits.

I hesitantly open it and bring it to my lips and take three small sips and hand it back. It had no taste whatsoever to it. He kneels down in front of me again and takes my hands once more and closes his eyes again. He stays silent and unmoving for what seems like forever and suddenly…his eyes burst wide open as he falls backwards on his butt as if startled by something. I immediately stand up and try to help him up.

"What? What's wrong?" Me and Blaire seem to ask simultaneously.

"…She's the descendant! She has the gifts…and many more…" He whispers with a look of awe crossing over his face.

"What gifts?" I ask.

"A-astral projection, Illusion, telekinesis, empathy, conjuring, and deflection…t-the list goes on…" He says in a whisper.

Shock overfell me as I realized that I wasn't just the descendant that carried the powers of Nefret Nenet Hathaway; somehow I had apparently acquired ALL of the powers of the descendants before me…what else could I possibly have besides astral projection, Illusion, telekinesis, empathy, conjuring, and deflection and what did all of this mean for me? I most likely wouldn't find out until later considering Nate was already on his feet and on the phone with someone most likely of high authority. That person turned out to be Gabriel.

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