Yay! Fifth chapter! Oh, and BTW, this takes place after the season one finale.
Ethan and Benny dove behind a bush as Raevyn whirled around. She had the wary expression of a person that felt as if they were being followed. Narrowing her eyes suspiciously, she ignored the feeling for a moment and started walking again.
They watched as she jogged up to a house and tried to open the door. It was locked. She rang the doorbell. No answer.
Her phone buzzed and she pulled it out of her pocket, growling as she read the message.
"Gone to the movies. Going to the amusement park after. Be back by midnight," she read aloud. She shoved her phone back in her pocket and yanked one of her necklaces from around her neck. A key was strung on the silver chain; she jammed it into the lock and twisted. There was a click and the door swung open.
She stomped inside, muttering angrily to herself. Benny and Ethan exchanged glances.
"So what now?" Benny whispered. "Hide in the bushes by her house until we think she's asleep?"
Ethan shrugged. "Let's find her room."
They crept around her house, Benny constantly cupping his hands to give Ethan a boost onto his shoulders so he could peek in the windows. "Ack!" Benny cried.
Ethan swung his head around frantically. "What? Where? What happened?"
"You have dog crap on your shoe!"
Ethan rolled his eyes and balanced on his toes on top of his friend's shoulders. He peered in the window. Raevyn was inside the room, one arm across her waist, the other thrown above her head, dead to the world.
"This is the one!" he said. "She's already asleep."
He hooked his fingers under the sill and pulled up, but the window didn't budge. "It's locked!"
"Let's try the front door," Benny suggested. "We could at least pick the lock on that one."
And that's exactly what they did. They tiptoed inside the house, opening doors and checking rooms to see which one was hers. They finally got to the one at the very end of the hall. And it was covered with locks.
"What the hell?" Benny said. "Paranoid much?"
"Who cares?" Ethan snapped. "Now what do we do?"
Benny wasn't even listening. He blasted the door right off its hinges.
"Benny! What if she wakes up? She could call the police or something!"
"Then I'll erase her memory."
He sauntered inside. Raevyn was in the exact same position as before. She hadn't even flinched.
"Heavy sleeper," he remarked. He looked around the room, gawking. Black this, black that, a few splashes of color here and there. But mostly black. Picture frames covered the walls, and a lone, hand-drawn poster entitled Emo by Cheyenne J. hung above Raevyn's head. Two floor-to-ceiling bookshelves stood side-by-side, so crammed with literature that the shelves were bowing. But what Benny paid the most attention to were the desk and the nightstand and the vanity. All available surface space was crammed with spell books and scattered tarot cards and candles, bowls and bottles and jars, herbs and poultices and a mortar and pestle. The tables were dripping wax.
"Told you," Ethan whispered. Benny just stared at the strange spectacle before him. Mysterious witch meets new-age teen Goth. Not a bad combination. Just a bit unbelievable, given the person and the circumstances.
They examined the tables. Ethan sniffed some of the herbs. And then he sneezed.
Raevyn's eyes shot open and she jumped up, successfully getting herself tangled up in the sheets and falling off her bed. "What the fuck are you guys doing in my house?" she screamed.
Benny threw his hands in the air. "Seriously! We blow your door apart and you don't budge, and then someone sneezes and it's all hell!"
"What?" she shrieked. "You blew my door apart? I can't believe this! What are you doing in my house? And in my room? You've got no business being in here!"
Ethan crossed his arms. "We need you to lift the spell you cast on Rory."
"Fix my door!"
"Not until you—"
"I can't!"
"Why not?" Ethan demanded.
Raevyn untangled herself from the sheets and plopped down on her bed, burying her face in her hands. "I can't. I literally can't. It's impossible. I wish I could, but I can't. His fate is sealed. Rory has to fall in love. And someone has to love him back. By the end of February."
"Well, why—"
"I just made it up on the spot! It's a spell of my own creation. It doesn't even have words. I just thought it. I didn't think words, either. Just a thought of what I wanted to happen. I didn't even think it would work. But it did, and since it's just a thought, it's got no counterspell. And I don't think I would be able to undo it just by thinking again. Man, I sure used the word 'think' a lot in that sentence."
The boys were quiet. "Maybe we could find something at my place. My grandma could help," Benny said softly.
Raevyn looked up. "Huh?"
"I'm a spell master. My grandma's a… well, I actually don't remember. But she can do magic and stuff. So maybe she could help us."
"You're a… and she's a… and Ethan knows you're a… is Ethan something too?"
Ethan nodded. "Yeah. I'm a seer."
"And Rory, Sarah, and Erica?"
They didn't answer.
"Hello? You guys broke into my house and blasted my door and ten custom-made locks into a million tiny pieces. I think I have a right to know. And it's not like I'd tell anyone. Who would I tell? I have no friends and I haven't told my parents anything since the first grade. I drank a whole bottle of Godiva liqueur at age twelve and they never knew. Besides, I don't sell people out."
"You drank a whole bottle of liqueur at age twelve?"
"Don't change the subject."
Ethan hesitated. "They're… vampires."
Raevyn's eyes widened. "Vampires?"
Benny nodded. "Yep. Full vampires. All of them."
She ran her fingers through her hair. "Wow. That's surreal. I mean, I always thought vampires existed, but actually meeting one… I never thought it would happen. I have a question!"
"Shoot."
"Alright, if Erica's a vampire, then why is she so obsessed with Dusk? I mean, isn't she living every Dusker's dream? Shouldn't she be going, 'Fuck Dusk! I'm the real deal, baby!' and stuff?"
Benny blinked. "Hmm… I never really thought of it."
"Didn't think so. Well, let's go."
She bounced up from her seat and dusted herself off. They stared at her.
Ethan rubbed the back of his neck. "Raevyn… aren't you going to change or something?"
Raevyn looked down at her incredibly short shorts and black silk camisole.
"No. What's wrong with what I'm wearing now? Besides, if my outfit makes you uncomfortable, you shouldn't have freaking gone all psycho while I was sleeping. It's your own fault. You know, if you had asked, I would've just told you I was a witch."
"That wouldn't be as fun, though," Benny replied.
"Obviously. But it would've made things a hell of a lot easier."
She ran down the stairs and slipped on her blue-and-black striped jacket that Maire had given to her in a strange act of kindness just before 'The Move'. She pulled on her purple buckled hi-tops from her friend Kyleigh, her neon yellow fingerless glove, and a wide rubber bracelet that had 'BFF' stamped all over it with little hearts she had received from her friend Brittnie. She hung a black lanyard around her neck that was covered with double rainbows that had been given to her by her friend Tristen. Then a bow from Sophie, a silver ring with a black spider on it from Cynthia, a gold anklet from Amelia, skull earrings from Lakshmi, and a large black pin with 'Meh.' stamped on it in white letters from her friend Dolan.
"How come you wouldn't change, but you put on all that junk?" asked Ethan.
"I don't go anywhere without them. My friends gave them to me before I moved. Well, except for the glove and my two necklaces."
"So what's special about the glove and the necklaces?"
"Well, the pentagram one is my symbol so I wear it around all the time. The key is my skeleton key. A rather more useful one. Opens any door. Any. As for the glove… my friend, Cheyenne, the one who made the poster in my bedroom… she let me borrow this. But I never got to give it back before she disappeared."
"Disappeared?" Benny repeated.
"Yep."
"So what happened?" wondered Ethan.
"No one knows. Alright, let's go."
The guys exchanged glances. It was going to be a long night.