Thanks for the well-wishes again. Hopefully, things will improve. Like I said, writing helps and it's nice to know you guys are (hopefully) liking what I'm writing.
Hmm…surprisingly have nothing else to say or rant about (but if you mention Leonardo DiCaprio not having an Oscar around my sister then you'll get a rant). Just gonna jump right in.
But be warned, things might get a little hot. This is where the T rating comes in. For the record I have never experienced anything like that and everything I've learned from scenarios like that are from romantic movies or television drama episodes. It's also my first bedroom scene so bear with me if it's not good enough and what not. And no, no I don't think it's smut. Just getting this out of the way now.
A fast reader, Annie had finished nearly of her mother's journals within fifteen minutes (granted, there weren't many pages by today's standards of journals but still.). Most of what she read was about her mother's full-blooded heritage, friendships, and romantic hopes and dreams. It wasn't until about the ninth or tenth journal did Miles Campbell enter the picture. Her mother had described him so well that it was easy for Annie to picture him. Tall, slender build, dark hair, piercing blue eyes; it would be enough to make a woman swoon. Apparently, Annie's mother had made the first move on Mr. Campbell- how eerily strange for that time- and she didn't use magic. The following chronicled their courtship, engagement, elopement, and the eventual discovery of Violet's pregnancy.
And then there was one journal: the last one in Annie's possession and the one that happened to be incomplete. This journal however, seemed different. While the other ones were just Violet's thoughts in writing, this one was not. Yes, it had started out that way but somewhere in the middle it became a letter to Annie.
Daughter, I am certain that thou will have questions concerning thy true heritage. Tis true I am born of witch and thy father born of mortal. Truly, however, thou will be first of their kind. I know thou will be born with magic, and there are certain rules thou must abide by. I will explain them in greater detail as the years pass and thou art old enough to understand.
Speaking as your mother I only want what is best for thy daughter, and for thy happiness. Daughter, thou will be brought up with two loving parents despite their different upbringings. When the time comes for thou to marry, I care not whom the gentleman is. If he is born of witch as I am, he will need no explanation of magical heritage. There is the chance that he will not be born of witch much like your own father.
Never once have I written of the night I told your father that I be born a witch. How strange. I cannot explain everything that happened that night but I can inform thou that I told him after we were wed. I also vowed that I would never practice witchcraft if I were to remain his wife. I felt that telling my husband my secret after we share our marriage bed would be best. If I told him during our courtship who is to say he would not have left me or reported my secret to others. If thou were to ever be in this position I do suggest thou wait until after the wedding night to admit thy origins.
Miles Campbell is truly a wonderful man. I shall never forget what he spoke to me the night I shared my secret. He did ask for some time alone to gather his thoughts but when he returned he was understanding of my heritage. When I reminded him of my vow never to practice witchcraft he
"He what?" Annie had reached the end. "What did he do?" She frantically went through the journal again. Letting out a frustrated scream, Annie threw the journal toward the bedroom door...
…as the bedroom door opened. "OW!" Direct hit at Jeff's oddly large forehead.
"Jeff! Oh my God, I'm so sorry."
Jeff rubbed his forehead. "Sheesh, someone didn't like the ending." Jeff looked at the book. "Your friend got you a book?"
"It's a journal Jeff."
Jeff flipped through the pages without actually reading. "What is this The Diary of Anne Frank?"
"It was my mother's journal."
"Ah," Jeff quickly closed the journal and handed it back. "Probably wouldn't want me to read it then."
"You can if you want. I finished reading all of them already."
"Them?" she pointed to the other journals scattered in or around a box. "Uh-huh. Looks like I married a bookworm."
"That's not all you married."
"What?"
"Jeff, I'm ready to tell you my secret." Annie took a deep breath as Jeff sat on the bed beside her. "But where to begin?"
"Just start where you think it's best."
"Okay…three hundred and twenty years ago-"
"But to keep it short and try not to make it a history lesson."
"If you want me to tell you then you have to listen to everything I have to say!"
"Did I ever tell you that formidable attitude of yours is a turn on?"
"JEFF!"
"Okay, okay I'm sorry; this is important and I should be more respective."
"Thank you." She struggled to find the words to say, but threw her arms up in exasperation. "I'm just going to come right out and tell you! Jeff," Annie took his large hands in her small, delicate hands, "I'm a witch."
Jeff let out a small laugh. "Is that it?" Annie nodded. "Well I could have figured that out."
"What?"
"I've been under your spell since the moment I met you," Jeff gave her a quick kiss on the lips.
Annie pushed him away before it could linger on. "That's impossible! I'm the one who drank the love potion; I fell in love with you!"
"Well then I'm glad you drank it," he leaned in for another kiss, but she got up and started to pace. "What's the matter?"
"You don't believe me!"
"Annie-"
"Jeff I want to be a good wife to you. Part of being a good wife is being honest with my husband. I am a witch; a real house haunting, broom riding, cauldron stirring, spell casting witch!"
"Who says good wives are honest? I've seen some of those reality shows- mostly because people enjoy watching my misery when I watch realty shows- some of those wives on those shows-"
"UGH!" Annie stomped her foot in anger. "What do I have to do to prove I'm a witch?"
"Annie, you don't have to prove anything to me. So you're in one of those freaky cults Duncan's mentioned and that's okay with me."
"I'm not in a cult."
"Fine, coven."
"I'm not in a coven either! I'm a real witch! I practice magic."
"And you prefer the term witch over magician?"
"Jeff!"
"Annie, I just got Beavis and Butthead to leave with Goldilocks. I'd like to spend a little time with you in our new house before we go to bed."
"That's right you have the last day of trial tomorrow."
"Yeah, I'm just going because I have to. What's the point? Alan's gonna play the defamation of character card and I don't have a good enough speech planned to convince them to side with me."
"What about evidence?"
"Oh believe me, there's tons of evidence against my client. I've made arguments they're doctored or misleading but-"
"I know what I'm going to do!"
"Come again?"
"To prove to you I'm a witch."
"Oh? Okay, what are you going to do?"
"I'm going to use my magic to make sure you win."
"Uh-huh, sure."
"I will! It's not that hard."
"Annie, I doubt it's gonna take witchcraft to help me win."
"But it will, I promise."
"Can we talk about this later?"
"Is there anything else you want to talk about?"
"Yeah. Why did you run off when I said I wanted to have a family with you?"
"That was before you knew I was a witch."
"Annie, can we not talk about this witch thing?"
"But…but…"
"Why don't we just skip the talking and watch a movie or something? You still haven't seen Aladdin yet, we can watch that."
Annie folded her arms. "No!"
"Would you rather watch The Little Mermaid?"
"I don't want to watch anything with you."
With an annoyed groan Jeff got off the bed and went over to his wife. "Annie you're not making sense. Why are you so preoccupied with this? Do you have a lifelong obsession with witches?"
"You're in denial!"
"What?"
"Yeah! You're so obsessed with appearances and how you're perceived that you refuse to accept the fact that you married a witch!"
"You're not a witch!"
"How would you know? You said you've been under my spell since the moment you met me!" In the heat of the moment, Annie started taking off her blouse. "A man who suddenly doesn't believe in love has now fallen madly in love with a woman he just met; even though she only fell in love with him because of a love potion spell gone wrong!"
Now Jeff was taking off his shirt. "You precocious little bitch!"
"Don't you mean witch?"
"You are not a witch!"
"Oh yeah," by this point Annie had quickly taken off her skirt. "What do I have to do to prove I am?"
Without conscious thought, Jeff was removing his pants. "And what do I have to do to convince you you're not?"
"Nothing! Whether you like it or not I am a witch and I am also your wife!" After that outburst, both of them had stopped fighting and took some time to breathe. "I…I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me."
"Crap. Not even two days into our marriage and we had our first big argument. The Winger curse is staring already."
"I don't want us to fight all the time. I love you Jeff, and I want you to be happy. But I also want you to be accepting of who I am." Annie started gathering her clothes. "I guess I should have given this more time for you to sink in."
"It's my fault too," Annie stared at him. "You're right. I love you too and I should be more accepting of whoever, or whatever you are."
"So you believe I'm a witch?"
"I didn't say that."
"Just take some time to let my news settle."
"With all this build up I figured your secret would be something more drastic like that you were infertile or you were in prison."
"Well I don't think I'm infertile…and I don't know how to explain the prison thing."
"Wait, what?"
"It wasn't an actual prison per se but…no, I'll tell you later."
"Tell me now."
"I'll tell you when you let my first bombshell sink in."
"Tell me about the prison thing or…" Jeff was distracted by something behind Annie. "…what the hell?"
When Annie turned around, Jeff took this opportunity to start tickling her. "Jeff!" She couldn't stop laughing. "Stop!"
"Not until you tell me about the prison."
"No! Stop!" He kept tickling her until she fell backwards and landed on the bed. "What am I going to do with you Jeff Winger?"
"I could think of a few things."
This made Annie let out a small laugh. "We should probably put our clothes back on."
"Why? We're not going anywhere?"
"Then we should put on our pajamas."
"No," he sat on the bed beside her, "I'm comfortable in this."
"You're practically naked."
"Annie, how old are you again?"
"Twenty-two."
"And you've never seen a man naked before?"
"I have…in books."
"In books?"
"It's embarrassing, I know."
"Are you scared?"
"Scared?"
"Of love making?"
"Oh. Honestly, yes. But new things are always scary. I bet it's not scary for you."
"Well yes, I have had sex before and in all honesty it wasn't any big deal."
"Ah."
"But those were just meaningless flings; I don't consider what I did with other women making love or being intimate. I knew I wasn't going to spend the rest of my life with those women so being with them didn't mean anything. But it's different with you and that is scary for me." Annie sniffled as tears welled in her eyes. With a soft smile, Jeff wiped them away. "Everything's going to be okay."
"I know," and that's when Annie made the first move and kissed him. Almost instantly, they were making out. When they reached the point where Jeff was laying against the pillows, Annie stopped. Jeff watched with lustful anticipation as Annie took her bra off and threw it aside. She stared at him for a minute as he gave her that funny look; a look that Annie concluded was a look just for her. Sitting at her level, Jeff gently put his hand around her waist and slowly, but passionately pulled her in for a kiss before the two of them fell to the bed engaged in a loving game of tonsil hockey.
It's safe to say that the witch had a truly magical night that evening.
…
The next morning, Britta was woken up by Troy's high pitched screams of terror. With a laugh, she got up and went to the kitchen. "Sorry Troy," she picked up the troll. "I didn't want to leave this in my room in case it freaked me out."
Troy calmed himself when he saw Britta take the troll off the table. "So you left it on the table?"
"I thought I'd be up before you. I'm sorry," she gave him a meaningless kiss on the cheek as she went to put the troll in her room. "How about I make breakfast before I go to Pierce's?"
But her little gesture had some meaning for Troy who stood there rubbing his cheek. "Thanks, but Abed went to get some…"
"Pancakes?" Troy turned around to see that Britta had snapped up a plate of pancakes.
"I was gonna say donuts, but pancakes are a hundred times better."
"I remembered Shirley said pancakes were our common ground."
"Yeah, that was when we didn't really get along."
"That was what, three days ago now?"
"Friday, Saturday, Sunday," Troy counted with his fingers. "Yeah."
"Three days?"
"Time flies, huh."
"It feels like I've known you and Abed for the longest time."
"Britta, do you mind me asking how old you were when you got bitten by the magical Pierce creature?"
Britta shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure because we never said ages on birthdays in my time. It was always a small cake or big feast to celebrate another pointless anniversary of surviving another stupid year."
"I didn't celebrate birthday's either but that's because I'm a Jehovah's Witness."
"I know I've outlived most maidens in my kingdom. I figured I'm between the ages twenty-eight and thirty-two, maybe thirty-three in October."
"Your birthday's in October?"
"Yep."
"Mine's December 4th."
"Annie's birthday is in December."
"What day in Decemeber?"
"I dunno," Britta shrugged.
"Wow, you're terrible at dates."
"How do you know that?"
"I meant like numbered dates not like relationship dates."
"Right…right, I knew that."
"For what it's worth, I don't think you're the type of person who's terrible at relationship dates."
"You don't know that."
"Prove me wrong."
Britta raised an eyebrow to him. "Troy Barnes are you asking me out on a date?"
"Am I?"
Britta smiled. "I'd very much like to go on a date with you."
"Really?"
"Yeah, that'd be cool. I've never been on a date with a male friend…I've never had a male friend really."
"Male friend?"
"Yeah, boyfriend doesn't exactly mean 'friend who happens to be a boy' nowadays."
"Right."
"Okay, I'm gonna go give the doll to Pierce," Britta got the troll from her room and headed for the door.
"Hey Britta."
"Yeah Troy?"
As much as Troy wanted to confess his feelings, he didn't. "That date's gonna be tonight right?"
"Sure. How about we meet here before deciding where to have our date?"
"Sure."
"See you later Troy."
"See you later Britta."
…
Britta poofed into Pierce's current house. "Pierce! Pierce, it's Britta."
"Britta," Pierce stepped out from the shadows, "how kind of you to visit me in my loneliness."
"Yeah, sure," she proudly held up the troll. "Look what I have for you."
"Wherever did you get that?"
"I went back east for something and I thought I'd bring back some souvenirs."
"What did you go back east for? You didn't have anything there."
"Of course I didn't. I went to get something for a friend."
"Hmm," Pierce set the troll down and started moving toward her. "You're lying to me Britta."
Britta was backing away slowly. "No I'm not."
"Oh you're not?" Pierce put his arm around Britta's shoulder. "Remind me again how we keep in contact Britta."
"With crystal balls."
"Miniature crystal balls."
"Yeah."
"I forget; how do they work compared to regular crystal balls?"
"Miniature crystal balls allow us to have direct contact with another person as long as they have a mini crystal ball of their own. With a regular crystal ball we can't get in contact with that person."
"But?"
"But what?"
"What can regular crystal balls do that a miniature crystal ball can't?"
"A regular crystal ball can show us what someone is doing, has done, or will do."
"Good, good. And the drawback?"
Britta thought about the drawback. "It's often vague. It doesn't tell you exactly-"
"Exactly! Both of these magical mechanisms have the misfortune of not telling us the exactly where someone's location is."
"I was on more of a when deal than a where deal."
"Remember how we used a regular crystal ball to watch Annie as she played in the woods when she was little?"
"Yes," Britta had no idea where he was going with this or what point he was trying to make.
"Do you recall that one time she tripped and fell into the river, nearly drowning?"
"Wasn't she seven?"
"Remember how we couldn't find her because the tracking spell couldn't give a precise location in the water?"
"Pierce-"
"I have a point. Do you remember this or not?"
"Yes I remember this. We found her in time and told her she has to magically mark trees so that we know where she is if something like that happened again. She was young; she wasn't ready for a miniature crystal ball yet."
"Well in the early Saturday morning hours, I stumbled into a fortune teller's shop in my drunken stupor. Yes, it was closed and I have no recollection of sneaking in, but somehow I ended up with something of the fortune teller's in my possession that the police returned to me after my incarceration had ended. For some reason I also had a duffle bag with bowling shoes. I was able to put the ball in the bag before Shirley saw me take it home."
"Oh?" Pierce led her to the living room where a crystal ball sat in the center on a coffee table. "So you stole something that didn't belong to you? You often do that."
"I thought I'd check up on my witches. See what they had been up to these past few days." This is the instant that Britta became nervous. "I also used this to help recount everything I had done while intoxicated. There wasn't anything interesting on your part, or on Shirley's, but I was most intrigued by Annie's."
"Annie's?"
"Oh don't play dumb Britta it belittles us both! I saw you interact with her last night."
"This is a massive invasion of privacy!"
"You knew she married that Winger man, didn't you?" Britta said nothing. "DIDN'T YOU?"
"Yes! Okay, I did!"
"How could you let her do that?"
"Because she was in love with him?"
"Why didn't you bring her to me? I would have instantly removed the effects."
"Because I know Jeff loves her too!"
"Oh please he's a Winger! Winger men are incapable of love, you of all people should know that Britta."
"It's different with Jeff, I know it is!"
"Annie belongs with us!"
"Pierce, Annie is her own person! I am my own person! Shirley is her own person! You do not own us! You do not control us! We should be free to live our own lives among the mortal world and meet new people without you interfering."
"Tell me Britta, do you like having your powers?" Pierce moved closer to Britta and grabbed her by the throat. "I gave these powers to you and I can easily take them away." He let go of her and she fell to the floor. "But I won't. Here's what we're going to do. I am going to get Annie and Shirley back, remove the love potion's effects, take away your memories of Greendale, and, the four of us are going to find another place to stay."
"No!" Britta choked out.
A blue beam shot out of Pierce's hand, and surrounded Britta. "I'm afraid you don't have much of a choice." With a quick flick of his hand, Britta was trapped in a blue bubble. "Cancel your plans sweetheart, you're not going anywhere for a while."
"Okay, I can't wait no more," Pierce had forgotten that Dean Pelton was in the house. "Shirley has been out all night looking and I need to…" he noticed Britta. "Why is that woman-"
"Craig," Pierce made his way to the dean, "I forgot you were here."
"I was waiting for Shirley to help me look for Duncan Cat and Changmatian but she hasn't come back yet."
"Oh, right, how could I forget? I mean, she did put up a barrier spell preventing me to leave. You let me worry about Shirley and you go out and find your animal friends."
"But Shirley-"
"I'm certain you'll find them soon. Now, run along."
"Alright, I suppose I'll dean you later," he went to the door to leave.
"Oh and Craig," Pelton turned around. "You didn't see or hear anything, did you?"
"How could I? I just woke up."
"Good man. Now, run along."
Craig nodded and stepped outside. Changmatian and Duncan Cat were going to have to wait because that man had to find Shirley ASAP.
How many of you thought there wasn't going to be a villain? If you did, how many of you thought it was Pierce. Yes, I sort of based Pierce off of the witch's father Daniel from the movie. Is it me or is Pierce always either the token old man or the villain?
References include Community, The Soup, Mad Men, Aladdin, Little Mermaid, Beavis & Butthead, Goldilocks & the 3 Bears, The Diary of Annie Frank, and any TV shows, movies, or books I might have missed.
Again, I have never really written a bedroom scene so if you're unsatisfied or surprised keep in mind this was one of my first attempts.