Casters of Oblivion

Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga and AHS

This is a sequel to Wicked Casters. If you have not read it, I recommend you read it before this one.

Summary: An accident broke Ginger's heart when Edward left her. During Ginger's wallowing, Eleanor's powers started progressing more, including her friendship with Jacob Black. Can the girls continue their training, or will a vengeful Victoria be after them? Also, what else is Zelena hiding?

Chapter 1: The Visions

Ginger's POV

I knew I shouldn't have taken the potion late into the night.

Zelena had made a potion to start off our next lesson. It was a substitute for one of the Seven Wonders called Descensum. In other words, astral projection. However, Descensum is a dangerous form of astral projection. Instead of leaving your body spiritually or entering the other side, this allows you to peak into your personal hell. This substitute using herbal drugs gives us the experience and a warning. Descensum is very powerful to a point…

If it is not your ability and you do not wake before sunrise…then you are dead. Turned literally into ashes.

So here I am in my mock hell, running through a crowded Italian city. All around me were people dressed in red robes celebrating some sort of festival. I continue to run, heading towards the castle. Everything burned, inside and out. But I had to reach my destination before it was too late. Edward was in danger. It was a complete misunderstanding.

Deep down, I knew my choices would have consequences. To love a vampire, but not just any vampire…a Cold One, is frowned upon in the Caster community. A taboo line I dare cross. Now, Edward is forced to expose himself to the sunlight before his execution.

As I ran, I could hear a woman's voice echo in my head from Romeo and Juliet. "These violent delights have violent ends, and in their triumph die, like fire and powder, which, as they kiss, consume."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up," I muttered to myself.

The clock struck twelve. Eleven gongs to go until death, claiming the man I love. I ran as fast as I could as the crowd condensed. When I reached the fountain, I spotted Edward walking out the door with a sullen look as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

Shit! I thought

Forgetting respect towards culture, I ran across the water fountain. However, the moment I stepped foot in the water, the scenery changed from a city into a meadow. I skidded, trying to contain myself, panting up a storm, confused. The meadow is brighter and sunnier than ever before, the wildflowers bloom, and the evergreen is lively.

What the fuck just happened?

However, the meadow was not empty. A man stood across the field, walking towards me with a determined look. He looked like somebody I'd never met or seen, yet held a presence of knowing him. He looked in his mid-forties, dressed in black Caster attire, with dark and gleaming eyes almost as deep as sapphires. By looking at them, they are looking into my soul. Followed by his pale complexion and sunken face. His hair is the color of burnt ember orange as if he is holding fire within. Who is this man…why does he seem so familiar?

"Ginger," Edward's voice spoke.

I turned towards the direction where Edward started walking out of the forest.

"Edward, stop. He'll see you." I exclaimed and then faced the stranger.

In a blink, he stood before me with disappointment.

"Hello, Georgia," the stranger spoke. His voice was deep.

"How…how do you know my name?" I gasped.

"Simple, tis the name from the song your mother and I used to listen to." He murmured, his voice deep.

I gasped, comprehending what this man was saying. Impossible. He couldn't be him. He looked nothing like the description Betsy described. Or the picture of them together. Suddenly, Edward was standing next to me, holding my hand. His skin sparkled under the sunlight. I panicked, trying to push Edward away, as he pulled out his hand to greet the stranger. Except for the moment, the stranger gestured his hand out, only to grasp it around Edward's neck. Before I could do anything, the stranger decapitated my boyfriend.

I screamed, watching Edward's head fall off his body. When the body collapsed to its knees, I stared at the man. Who was calmed as ever after what he had just done?

"My dear, as your father, I disapprove of your boyfriend."

I gasped, waking up from my nightmare. Oh my god, what the hell was that? My eyes wander around the room, not seeing Edward. Right, I forgot, Zelena told him not to be here during late training. More specifically, when it involves dreams. Taking a few deep breaths, I slumped on the bed, panting. That was one hell of a dream. Never in my mind did I fear seeing my biological father. In fact, I had never met my father in person. I had seen a picture of him from Betsy's wallowing box. But the man in my vision was far older than the man in the picture.

Dante, I thought. The name of my biological father.

Why would I dream of him, let alone Edward, being killed by this…this…damn, I can't think of a good insult. Maybe Zelena added too much of a particular ingredient. Because that was no hell but a fucking nightmare. One I do not want to dream of again.

To those who are wondering, my name is Georgia Ives, but I like to be called Ginger. Unlike most teenage girls, I am different. How so, you may ask? Well, you see, I'm a witch. Caster, as my coven sisters prefer. My abilities are to create fire, be a lie detector, and, most of all, irritate my boyfriend, Edward, who can't read my mind. Also, let me add that my boyfriend, Edward, is a vampire. No, not like Dracula, but a Cold One whose body is like the stone of a Roman statue and shimmer in the sunlight.

All summer has been an adventure. I spent time with his family, the Cullens, hanging out with classmates. Betsy visited for a week, and I visited Salem to meet Eleanor's family. Well, two weeks for me; Eleanor stayed for four weeks as we celebrated her birthday. You can be surprised that the Caster Society is not as different as Harry Potter's Diagon Alley; it is just less whimsical.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. I sat up, fixing my top in time as Eleanor and Zelena entered with huge smiles on their faces. Eleanor held a tray with cinnamon rolls, a candle, hot chocolate, and a parfait. Zelena had what looked like a wrapped present.

"Happy Birthday to you…" They started singing. "Happy Birthday to you…."

I chuckled, remembering it was September 22, my birthday. With so much going on, I had time to focus on the days, let alone that my mother won't be able to come for my birthday. Betsy called last week, saying her job at the clinic got busy.

"Guys, you didn't have to," I said as Eleanor set the tray on my bed. Quickly, I blew on the candle before the wax melted.

"We know, but it's a tradition to celebrate," Zelena said.

"And I didn't wake up early to make you fresh, hot cinnamon rolls for nothing," Eleanor added.

"And knowing Cullens have something planned as usual," Zelena continued. "This is our only way to celebrate. Oh, and this is from your mother."

As she handed me a box, setting it on my lap. Giddy, like a kid in a candy store, I opened it to find a red digital camera along with a photo album. A note on the album read:

My Sweet Georgia,

Happy Birthday. I hope you like your present and take the opportunity to shine this senior year. Remember to relax, have fun, and, more importantly, spoil it. You only get to be eighteen once.

Love Mom

I smiled, then sighed, realizing I'd just turned eighteen. I'm one year older than Edward … physically.

"Senior year," Zelena sighed. "How did you girls get old so fast?"

"I'm not that old," I protested.

Eleanor quirked a brow as she leaned forward, "Are you sure, or do I see silver in those crimson locks?"

"No!" I panic, jumping out of bed and running towards the mirror. "I just dyed it last week!"

I panicked about the new brand of hair dye I bought. I was trying out this new red color called cherry red. I reached the mirror and examined my hair, only to find it pristine in the color department. Instantly, my coven sisters laughed at my hysteria.

"Happy Birthday!" Eleanor giggled.

I huffed.

.o0o.

Eleanor's POV

"Another missing hiker brings the total to three presumed dead." The radio announcer said. "Rangers are searching for the killer animal…."

"I hope it is not them." I sighed, turning off the radio.

After Ginger's birthday breakfast and getting ready for school, I drove the Wagoneer. My father, Gideon, never thought that a high society Caster would drive a used jeep. Unlike my family's rich taste in vintage and sports cars. What can I say? Just because I'm a Rivers doesn't mean I must keep it expensive, especially in a small logger town? I'll leave that to the Cullens; thank you very much.

"Your blurry friends?" Ginger asked.

"They're not blurry," I muttered. "It's just when they show themselves...I'm just not wearing my glasses."

"C'mon girl. Admit it. You're goin' insane." Ginger teased.

"Don't push it," I sighed. "At least I don't go searching for trouble."

Ginger laughed, wiping the terrible burn I flamed on her. It's true. I've been seeing these blurred apparitions since living in Forks. The only time I'm exploring the woods is when I am fetching ingredients for Zelena within the barrier. So far, there are three of them. The first one was black, then a dark gray mix with brown, and finally, a silver. They keep their distance in the forest, growling if I've come too close or when I attempt to put on my glasses. It must sound insane, but these creatures have an aura of protection. Therefore, I knew they weren't going to harm me.

"Still, I'm jealous that you can see Bigfoot." Ginger huffed.

"They aren't Bigfoot." I corrected. "They're guardians of the forest."

"Whatever," Ginger sighed. "Hey, how did your mock Descensum go?"

I shuddered from last night's Descensum. My experience was more symbolic and a personal hell combined. But most of all, I saw a familiar face I did not want to see.

I ran through a dark forest as the lunar tetrad rose from above. Something was chasing me, and I heard the sounds of running feet from behind. It sounded similar to the Cullens when they ran. The predator was chasing me. I continued to run, trying to get as much distance as I could from it.

All of a sudden, I was pinned to a tree. Pain vibrated through my body as the bark dug into my skin. A cold hand grasped my throat in a tight choke. I gasped, barely seeing the person who caught me under the moonlight. It was a familiar face. His red eyes narrowed while his lips curled up, exposing his fangs.

"J-James," I choked out.

"Remember me?" James tilted his head. "Good."

He leaned into the crook of my neck, inhaling sharply, breathing in my scent. "Still not as sweet as your friend. But still nice."

He made a purr-like noise, tracing his nose along my ear. "I haven't eaten in months.".

I raised my hand, about to cast a fire orb, yet James took my hand, snapping it in a vice grip. I screamed in agony. This can't be happening. My hell shouldn't be about him. I spent nights having nightmares of this beast.

"You think you can get rid of me," James growled, glaring at me as he pulled his head away. "Think again."

I try to use my telekinesis on him. However, nothing happened. He stood there, having me pinned to a tree. My magic. My magic no longer works. James noticed this and smirked.

"Magic doesn't work in hell," James murmured. "And I'll make sure your life is a living hell here. After what you did to me."

His hand on my neck tightens. I gagged, trying to fight him off, yet he was strong.

"You burned me…" he growled.

James gave another predator growl as his red eyes melted to black, "I'm gonna enjoy this."

He exposed his fangs, ready to bite me, when another growl came. It didn't sound like a vampire. No, I heard that growl before. It was the growl that my guardian animal would make. James turned partially, still keeping me pinned to the tree while glaring at the creature that disturbed him from his hunt.

Out came the russet wolf from the tree line. The wolf hunching over, in an offensive stance, ready to strike. The wolf snarled, warning the vampire to let me go.

"Now, this is new," James murmured.

The wolf growled again.

James hissed at the wolf.

The vampire seemed to have found more interest in the wolf. He tossed me aside, colliding with another tree. The wolf barked as he rushed to my side, hovering over me. I groaned, holding my side and staring at the wolf and vampire. The wolf adjusted his head to look at me. Those brown eyes warned as if silently telling me to run. I was utterly confused when the wolf focused on James before lunging at the vampire.

James leaped into the air to avoid the attack. The wolf turned, going for the kill... towards the monster. I panted, shocked at what I was witnessing. The wolf snapped its head, growling at me. Standing up and grabbing my injured wrist, I ran. I ran from the danger, praying to the divine to protect my guardian would be safe.

I ran for my life. My bare feet trudging through the rocks and mud. Branches scraping along my skin. All of a sudden, I fell out of an illusion trench, falling down a hill. All over my body, impact on roots, rocks, and debris. When I stopped, everything hurt as I stared up at the sky. Spotting a red ring around the vivid moon. Blood on the moon. As I lay there, the full moon phases in a lunar eclipse, becoming a new moon. And the new moon arrives…I was left in the dark once more.

I told Ginger this, though I excluded the part about James. I doubt she wants to hear about James again after what the vampire did to her mother and us. Thus, I remained quiet, for I was not sure if the James in my hell was one made out of my anxiety and trauma from the ordeal…or it was actually him. My experience with the false Descensum…. Yes, the herbal replica is not exact to the actual experience…but…this encounter felt real.

Remembering half the nightmare, my hand touched the tiger's eye hanging on the rearview mirror. Blood on the moon is a bad omen. It holds many meanings. But to a Caster, it means trouble. And not just any trouble, but evil. The past six months have become overwhelming, from Grandfather Horatio's death to moving here to Forks and encountering a coven of vampires, including blood-drinking nomads. It is not hard to believe there are supernatural creatures.

"So, you're afraid of the dark?" Ginger asked.

"No," I corrected. "I'm afraid of death and trouble ahead."

Unlike my coven sister, who affiliates herself with vampires, I, on the other hand, find them still dangerous. Just one drop of blood and the person who appeared to be your friend turns into a blood-thirsty beast. Let alone what happened last spring with the nomads. James has been haunting my nightmares. And last night was the worst of them all. For he had actually touched me.

James's hunt continues.

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