Me : Hi all! I'm so so so so so so so sorry for making you guys wait so long for me to update this story! T.T The long wait is very much regretted... I ran out of decent (to me) ideas to use in this story, so that resulted in the long, long wait. I shouldn't piss you guys off any longer with my nonsensical ramblings, right? Here ya go! ^_^
~Rachel's POV~
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Hesitantly, I pushed open the doors of my parents' grand mansion. "Um... I hope you like it here. Choose any room you like... as long as my mom and dad approve. But I have a feeling they're going to make me sleep in the same room as you." Seung-long glanced around the whole lounge and seemed to let his gaze linger on the bedroom with warning signs, such as 'Keep out!' or 'Do not disturb', pasted on the door.
"The room with signs on the door is to my liking... Is the room occupied by anyone?" I wanted to say 'Hey, that's my room!', but bit down hard on my bottom lip to prevent those rude words from escaping. Sheepishly, I told him "Uh... Mr Seung-long? That room is mine..." while scratching the back of my head.
Why do I feel so uneasy around him? There's really nothing wrong with his appearance and his voice... Maybe it's just the kind of... um, aura he gives off? Should be... Right? "Rachel?" that word brought me back to reality. "Um, yes?" Aw, crud. I sound stupid.
"Don't use 'mister' on me. It makes me feel old and I hate feeling old. Call me 'Seung-long', just like how my friends do." My eyes widened fractionally. "Uh, okay..." I looked at the Turkish carpet beneath my feet and played with my fingers. I should probably stop doing that... "You're a witch, right?" Seung-long's voice made me look back at him again.
He's a witch too, and I would be safe to say that I can tell him that I'm one too... But I don't know if he has any bad intentions... "Yeah..." I replied. "Are you a direct descendant of Hecate?" he fired another question at me.
"Uh, my parents and siblings say I did. I know that if one descended directly from either Hecate or Hellewise, their surname would be Harman and that they would have violet eyes. But my grandparents decided to keep our heritage a secret... Yeah, so my family is called the Everwitt family, not Harman. And I'm wearing contacts to make my pupils look magenta, not violet, in order to prevent any other witch from realising that I'm one too. My relatives also wear contacts... So, I'm not the only one..."
Whoops... I'm not supposed to let an outsider to my family know. Big brother Andrew's going to wallop me if he knew... "Why are your family members going so far to protect you?" That question sounded accusing. "Because they know I'm a disgrace to them. Because they know I'm not worthy to be called a witch. Because I don't know how to use any type of magic." Tears were already forming beneath my eyelids.
I forced back the tears that were threatening to roll down my cheeks. "If that's the case, I'll teach you . Maybe next time you'll be able to show off your mad skills." Is it just me or did he sound more, what do you call it, normal? The way he said those two sentences sounded so typical of Jason. Jason... He died just half a year ago and I miss him so much already.
"And, take off your contacts. I hate those things, so small, yet so evil. No witch would be dumb enough to harm you if I'm around." Huh? What did Seung-long mean? "What... are you trying to tell me?" By accident, I blurted out "Are you an evil witch running away from Thierry Descouedres and the Night World council?"
Horrified at my own action, I clamped my two hands tightly over my mouth, lest it speaks more words I don't him to hear.
Me : That sucked, didn't it? I know it's short... T.T Couldn't think of any other good ideas... Until next time, everyone! ^_^