Casters of Oblivion
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Chapter 15: Go Away
Ginger's POV
Eleanor was really down when Jacob hadn't called, texted, or emailed her the last several days. She was constantly on her phone by the hour if a text came in or if she missed a call. Every thirty minutes, on her laptop, to see if he left an email. It was shocking how much she used to deny liking Jacob more as a friend to this. Maybe that kiss at the movie theater changed her mind. Something happened, and now she was desperate.
Probably it is the 'are we in a relationship?' phase. When you haven't gone on an official date but admitted your feelings to one another. Then again, Eleanor is going through many firsts in Forks than she did in Salem. Well, Eleanor was being bullied back in Salem while the people in Forks were kind to her.
I tried to keep her occupied after our homework, but it was not training. We would try hiking again, yet the weather has not been on our side. So, we made arrangements with our friends. Well, it's more like hanging out with Angela. Jessica barely wants to hang out with me, so she chills with Lauren…And Lauren doesn't like Eleanor since she went to Prom with Tyler, even though that Bitch stole Tyler from her at the dance. Mike is still embarrassed about the movie theater incident and wants to join us. Ben and Connor were busy with sports. Eric would join us now and then, yet he seemed more focused on Angela.
Angela decided one day we should hang out at her place. It was nice, though there was a slight tension in the air. Because Mr. Webber is a Lutheran Pastor, some religious items were around the house. Then again, it was not as severe as the parts of Christianity that persecuted Casters. Zelena explained some forms of Christianity had manifested a barrier that repels Casters without realizing it. Almost like a poltergeist in a sense, an energy that makes Casters uncomfortable to certain degrees and the physical trauma. It was not like touching the cross Carlisle had that shocked me when I touched it. Casters who believe in religion go by Spirituality since the practices can be harmful.
Anyway, we girls tried to do our homework and then watch a movie. Angela's twin brothers, Isaac and Joshua, would sneak in to join us. Angela scolded them away, yet they kept coming back. No doubt they had a slight crush on Eleanor and me.
It was nice and peaceful.
I felt guilty for missing out on all this, just chilling with friends and watching a movie while gossiping. Angela soon brought up the topic of colleges.
"So…have you decided on colleges?" Angela asked.
"Um…." I replied, not sure how to react. Casters in training don't become legal age until they are twenty-one. Zelena doesn't seem interested in moving just yet, so we were stuck in this logger town.
"I'm actually going to take online courses," Eleanor answered. "Take a break-year."
"Really?" Angela gasps, surprised. "I would have thought you would want to go to college."
"I do. I'm just not sure what I want to be." Eleanor sighed.
"Same here," I joined in. "Zelena mentioned attending Peninsula College, Western Washington University, or Washington University that does the nature preserve nearby."
"What about you, Angela?" Eleanor asked.
"I've already sent an application to the University of Washington in Seattle," Angela answered. "I hope Eric did as well."
We nodded, not sure how to respond.
"We need to spend more time together," Angela said. "We don't know how much time we have before we grow up and go our separate ways."
"Adulting, ugh," I grimaced.
Eleanor and Angela couldn't help but laugh.
After spending time with Angela, we made our way back to the Cabin. Angela brought up a good point about college. A small part of me does want to go to college. But do I want to do college or wait until after my training? Sure, I'll have a job in Zelena's store while training. However, do I want to do more? I seriously don't know what I want to be as a grown-up. Do I want to major in arts and communication, business and management, healthcare, information technology, math and sciences, social sciences and education, or skilled trades? There were so many options to choose from.
When we got home, Eleanor went to the kitchen to start cooking. I grabbed my laptop and searched the Peninsula College website for their majors. There were tabs to click on, and each major provided examples of Career Pathways. After looking at social sciences and education, I think I can cross that off my list.
"Are you thinking about college?" Eleanor asked.
"Yeah," I answered. "Although I don't know what I want to be."
Eleanor nodded as she pulled out some pork chops that had thawed in the fridge.
"What about you?" I asked.
Eleanor washed her hands and turned around to face me.
"Well, my family usually tends to study business and management. That we keep to the family business," she explained.
"Oh right… you're rich," I grumbled.
"It's not about money," she said, shaking her head. "It's about investments and protection. Witch Hunters are still out there, and my family is fortunate enough for my ancestors to provide security and connections."
"Yet you are not like the Kardashians or Hiltons," I teased.
Eleanor scoffed, "Private is better than open."
I chuckled, shaking my head. Eleanor cooked the pork and made some side dishes and sauce, which I had to taste since my coven sister might have Mono. I didn't mind, and I still find it amusing.
Zelena arrived with an annoyed expression.
Uh oh, something happened, I thought.
"Bad customer?" I asked.
"No…" Zelena grumbled as she used telekinesis to levitate a hard cider from the fridge. "We're going to have company."
"A council member?" Eleanor asked.
Zelena opened her drink and took some swigs before saying, "Worse. Fiona."
Eleanor gasped.
Fiona…Fiona…why does that name sound familiar.
"The Supreme?" Eleanor asked in shock.
Oh shit, I thought.
Zelena nodded, "I don't know when she'll arrive. So tomorrow, we will have to clean the Cabin and make sure everything is spotless. Eleanor, you might want to pull out your luxurious recipes and start prepping."
"Is she that superficial?" I asked. "Cordelia says she can be spoiled."
"When you have Fiona Goode over, you'll have to be perfect," Zelena explained. "And she will be…a bitch, especially towards us."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Zelena took another sip. "Supremes are not given semi-immortality. With the Seven Wonders and other abilities, they use more magic to prove their dominance. Not many reach a hundred. And with more casters being found generations later, their lifespans are also shortening. Hence, the epidemic with Traditionals."
I nodded, reminded that Traditional is decreasing because many populated out do not have children of their own or have waited so long that they can't have kids. I, being half-breed, still have the ability to live up to three hundred years…. but witches who are almost like muggle-born might not be able to live that long.
"Be considerate," Zelena said. "And be careful."
"Why careful?" I asked.
Zelena sighed again, "There is a dark rumor that Fiona killed the last Supreme to take her position. When a Supreme senses her successor, her magic is transferred to that individual. Unless…."
"Unless what?" I asked, knowing the answer.
"Unless you kill the successor." She answered bitterly. "It has never been done before; however, shadow witches and warlocks tend to be an open target for this hypothesis."
"And…" I said.
"You girls have shown an increase in magic," Zelena explained. "Most Casters get one to three gifts. There has been an increase in the number of casters who have more abilities. You are still young, so more magic might appear."
Eleanor tensed when hearing that. Zelena was worried about Eleanor. Eleanor could do divination, telekinesis, pyrokinesis, Vital Vitalis, and transmutation. Basically, five of the Seven Wonders. I only have transmutation and pyrokinesis from the Seven. Deep down, I know I'm not a Supreme. Nor do I have the ability to lead.
I sighed, "I hate spring cleaning."
Zelena snorted. "Get used to it."
We chuckled and then ate our dinner.
.o0o.
Eleanor's POV
The following day was nonstop cleaning. Zelena, Ginger, and I were doing our best to get the Cabin pristine for the Supreme, Fiona Goode. I met her once when she was in Salem, and the Elders hosted a party for her. She seemed pleased with all the attention, yet she was not one for the customs and traditions. She was more into the modern, sophisticated lifestyle.
Now she is coming here. From what I recall, only Zelena's Coven lives in the Olympic Peninsula. So why is she visiting us here and not in Seattle? Zelena didn't mention how long Fiona would be here. Hopefully, not for long. She held a presence to avoid being messed with, and the rumors that she had killed many people using the reversal of Vital Vitalum, Concilium people's brains to mush or commit suicide, and other things. Many call the North American Supreme the worst of them all. Don't get me wrong, Europe, Asia, and Africa had confirmed documentation of their worst Supremes. But in North America…Fiona Goode is a catalyst who cares for no one but herself.
I did meal prep by Friday, marinating some meats and mise en place. Zelena and I reviewed the menu for a week to prepare for the Supreme's arrival. I also did some food for the Blacks. Zelena had called Billy asking if it was all right if I could drop some food off. He says it was fine, though Jacob is still not feeling well. It disappointed me not to be able to talk to Jacob.
He truly got a bad case of Mono.
I shuddered, for I had already taken the potion for Mono.
How would Jacob get Mono?
Did he accidentally drink from someone else's beverage?
Did he use a used utensil?
Or did he actually kiss a girl who had Mono?
The last thought bothered me to think he kissed someone. After October, Jacob showed how interested he was in me. And after December, with the mistletoe, we kissed. So, when we kissed at the movie theater…I thought there was something. The doors were open to try dating.
Damn Mono, I thought bitterly.
Zelena came over, "A storm is approaching. If you want to deliver food to the Blacks. You better go now."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
Zelena nodded as she collected the food and put it in the bag. I grabbed my jacket and keys before taking the bag and headed out. It was already raining. Quickly, I got in the Wagoneer and drove towards La Push. My thoughts lingered around since it was four in the afternoon. Spring Break is here, and I'll spend it with a Supreme.
Terrific, I thought.
I wish Jacob were healthy so I didn't have to spend the week at the Cabin. There were so many things I wanted to do. One is riding the bikes or getting the paint job done. Maybe go cliff diving. Practically anything just to spend time with Jacob.
After thirty minutes, I made it to the Black Residence, and what I saw had me seeing red. He didn't see me as he walked out of the garage. He looked like one of Sam's boys as his hair was cropped, with a tribal tattoo on his right shoulder. The only thing he wore was a pair of shorts and old sneakers. He was muscular as well. Fearing that this guy might be sabotaging Jacob's Rabbit or the bikes, or worse, trying to steal from him.
I rushed out of the Wagoneer toward the person. The rain had gotten worse, as it was raining cats and dogs. There was thunder in the distance and, no doubt, lightning nearby. I ran towards the person as fast as I could.
"Hey, what were you doing in Jake's garage!" I demanded, grabbing the person by the arm.
The person turned around, and I gasped. It was Jacob. My eyes watered, for he no longer looked the same. His body had changed, his facial features hardened, and…his hair…his hair chopped off. Jacob glared at me with his brown eyes, yet they seemed to have turned black, barely recognizable, filled with anger and hate. Those eyes stared at me, and all this anger seemed to vanish while the tension in his body faltered.
"Eleanor," Jacob breathed.
"Jake…" I managed to say. "What happened? Your hair? And…And…is that a tattoo?"
I stared at the tattoo on his right shoulder. It was the same tattoo that Sam had on his shoulder. No, no, Jacob wouldn't dare join Sam's gang. He loathed Sam after he took Embry away, let alone creeping him out.
"What happened?" I demanded, getting angry. "I thought you were too sick to come outside or talk to me. Was that all a lie?"
"Eleanor," he forced out as if he was conflicted by something. "Go away."
I felt a jab in my chest. "What?"
"Go away," he repeated.
"Not until you tell me what is going on?" I spat. "What happened to you?"
He turned to walk away, and immediately, out of reflex, I grabbed his wrist. Even in the rain, his skin was burning hot. His aura was screaming with different emotions that conflicted with one another—the wildness with the peaceful. The wildness was winning.
"Don't you dare walk away from me," I yelled.
Jacob spun so that his right shoulder was in my face. The tattoo glared at me.
"It's Sam, isn't it?" I asked, not holding back my emotions. "Please tell me you're not in his gang?"
Jacob's head snapped. He glared at me with those conflicted eyes, "Sam's trying to help me. Don't blame him."
"But you said–"
"I know what I said, and I was wrong."
"Jake…."
"But if you want somebody to blame, how about those filthy bloodsuckers you love, the Cullens?"
"What?" I gasped.
A loud rumble of thunder roared above us.
He knows. He knows that the Cullens are Vampires. Out of instinct, I grabbed my pendant. By the laws of the Supernatural, I can't confirm this with him. Even if he knows that the Cullens are vampires…. I can't respond that will provide confirmation for his safety.
"Jacob…" I paused. "What are you talking about?"
"No, you know exactly what I'm talking about," he spat angrily. "You've been lying to everyone: Zelena, Ginger, you. But you can't lie to me. Not anymore, Eleanor."
Does he know? I thought. Does he know that I'm a witch?
"Jacob!" Someone bellowed.
We looked at the forest line to see Sam with three other guys. Sam called out to Jacob again with an almost militant tone. He waved Jacob over. Jacob's body tensed while his face expressed pain. As if he didn't want to go with them.
"Jake…. are you in danger?" I asked quietly.
Jacob shook his head, staring at me, "Look, Ella, we can't be friends right now."
Another jab to the gut, "What? Why? I know it took me a while…and I thought about what you said at the theater."
"Ella," Jacob pleaded as he took my hand. "It's not you."
I shook my head, "No. You're not using that excuse. It's not the whole… it's not you, it's me. Seriously!"
His body shook as his grip tightened. His dark eyes locked into mine while he licked his lips, trying to find the words. "It's true. It is me. I'm not good. I used to be a good kid. Not anymore."
"Please tell me what is going on?" I cried. "You're scaring me."
Jacob shook his head, "This doesn't even matter. Alright? This is over."
"Jake…" I mumbled. "You…you promised."
The pain was written on his face, knowing he had made that promise two weeks ago at the movie theater.
"I know." He murmured, tucking a strand of hair off my face. "I promised I wouldn't hurt you, Eleanor."
He removed his hands and stared at me with much determination.
"And this is me keeping that promise. Go home and don't come back, or you're gonna get hurt."
He turned around and jogged his way back to Sam's gang. I stood there in utter bewilderment. They stood at the forest line until Jacob joined them. Sam was staring at me with caution. Not a moment longer, they left, leaving the area.
All my emotions, which I had bottled up, finally snapped. Like a banshee, I screamed from the top of my lungs, startling the birds in the trees. A flash of lightning danced upon the sky. A burst of magic erupted, and I redirected it into a tree, causing a massive branch to fall off and be tossed along the field. I collapsed onto my knees, panting, clutching my right hand, feeling it go numb with pins and needles.
I sat there, trying to realign my magic and calm my nerves, but it was not working. Therefore, I grasped the earth, digging my fingers into the mud and casting a spell to give my magic to Mother Earth. Chanting it five times, the earth consumed the negative energy that could cause harm. I knelt there, panting.
Hot tears fell down my face while the rain joined them.
Rain.
Rain.
Rain.
The rain could not purify the anger I was feeling.
"Eleanor," a deep voice called out.
I tensed, turning around to see Billy in his wheelchair.
Shit, I thought. Please, in Hecate's name, Billy did not see that?
I took a deep breath, using my damp sleeve to wipe away the tears, and stood up, "Sorry. I fell."
Billy nodded.
"Let me get you your food," I managed to say, heading back to the Wagoneer.
Billy complied as he wheeled himself back into the house. I took several deep breaths to regain my composure before bringing the food in. I didn't bother with small talk. I just placed the food on the table and made my way out. I needed to get out of here. I rushed to the door, not looking back.
"Eleanor!" Billy called out.
I shook my head, ran back to the Wagoneer, and sobbed. Forcing the key into the ignition, I drove off. Zelena can come back for the empty dishes. I need to get out of La Push. I need to be far away from here. So many emotions were running through my head that I started to feel my magic riled up again. I need to get back to the Cabin.
I sobbed…Jacob doesn't want to be my friend or anything with me. I was such a fool. It was Salem all over again. Just a girl to mess with.
The sense of being followed could be felt. I glanced out the windows to check the side-view mirrors, and no other vehicles were behind me. I closed my eyes and sensed it was the new guardian from last week. It's probably chasing me out of the Reservation. A sense of unwelcome could be felt.
I sobbed again.
And then another thought came in. Jacob knew about the Cullens. He knew they were vampires. The Quileute legends about the Cold Ones and Ephraim Black coming across the Cullens in their hunt. They made a treaty on peaceful terms that the Cullens could not set foot on Quileute lands. Jacob never took these legends seriously until now. And that comment about me knowing the truth along with Zelena and Ginger. Does Jacob know? Does Jacob know that we are Casters…or witches for his case?
But I wasn't the one who held an interest in the Cullens.
No…Ginger held an interest in the Cullens.
This is Ginger's fault.
.o0o.
My mind went blank.
I pulled into the garage and made my way back into the Cabin. I was faced with two shocking expressions when I opened the door. Ginger, who was cleaning the kitchen, stood up straight. Her blue eyes widened in surprise. Zelena held a concerned look. They glance at my attire, seeing the mud that covers my legs and hands.
"Eleanor," Ginger asked, concerned. "Are you okay?"
I shook my head.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"He knows because of you," I whispered.
Ginger stared at me, confused. "What?"
With a snap of my fingers, I used telekinesis to bring Ginger closer so she could hear better. She gasped from the sudden pull and stared at me in shock.
"Jacob knows about us knowing that the Cullens are vampires," I grounded out.
Her eyes widen, "El- "
I threw her out of the house and into the backyard. Ginger gave a cry as she went twenty feet and landed hard on the muddy ground. She groaned from the impact and stood up.
"What the fuck is your problem?" She yelled.
"My problem?" I snapped. "My problem is that those vampires have done nothing but cause trouble!"
"El…" Ginger sighed tiredly.
"Don't El me," I spat. "The Cullens have done nothing but make things difficult."
Ginger winced at the name.
"See, they still have a hold on you, and they are not even here!" I yelled.
"It's not their fault that you and Jake didn't work out," she said.
A roar of thunder deafens the air.
Ginger paused, realizing her mistake. She was defending them. She was protecting the coven that has harmed our own. The vampires took advantage of us to please their curiosity. Has she forgotten the legends and the treaty between them and the natives? Or what Edward did to me during the car accident. The Hunt with the tracker James and what he did to us. What Edward did to her was break her heart and abandon her in the forest. Meanwhile, the rest of them left without saying a word.
"Jacob knows what they are," I exclaimed. "He knows…he knows about them…and might know about us!"
I blasted at her, which caused Ginger to fall off her feet.
"Eleanor, stop!" Zelena ordered, rushing out.
"Stop?" I yelled. "Why? So, she can be spoiled."
Zelena raised her hand, about to use her powers on me, yet I caught her in time to prevent it. "No! You have always given her what she wanted without the consequences."
A fire orb was thrown at my feet. I jumped back, glaring at Ginger as she stood there, her hands consumed by fire.
"Let her go!" Ginger demanded.
"Oh, now you care?"
Ginger took a deep breath, "I know you're angry."
"Angry doesn't cut it."
"I know. What Jacob did was wrong. He shouldn't have toyed with your feelings and ended it just like that. But you can't hold onto these emotions you are feeling. It'll eat you up, and you want to retaliate or shut down. I made that mistake...and as much as it does, just thinking about Ed-Edward," she winced at the name. "I'm trying not to let him control my life. You can do the same. You're better than this. Better than me."
I comprehended her words, realizing she had said his name. Ginger hasn't said Edward's name since he left her. And here she was. I took several deep breaths as the tears continued to fall.
Suddenly, a blast of energy knocked me off my feet, and I lost concentration on Zelena. I was tossed aside and pinned to the earth. Ginger transmutated over, trying to help me up, yet I remained stuck. A sound of footsteps could be heard as a middle-aged woman with short golden hair and brown eyes, in all black, holding an umbrella, approached us.
"What are we talking about? High school boys?" the woman in black said with a slight Southern accent. "Most men are a tragedy of stupidity. Almost makes you want to cry, doesn't it? But, then, the world's not gonna miss a bunch of assholes, and neither would you. Their loss."
"Who are you?" Ginger asked.
Oh no, she's here, I thought in embarrassment.
Zelena made her way over, "Girls, I want you to meet Fiona Goode, the Supreme of North America."
Fiona used her free hand to break the connection she had placed on me. I panted, able to breathe better, as Ginger helped me sit up.
"You know, I've got to hand it to you," Fiona murmured, her eyes on me. "Tossing a person at that distance? That's not easy. But you never use magic on your mentor unless she allows it, little witch bitch."
Ginger glared at her, "Go to hell, you stupid hag."
Fiona gracefully waved her hand, and Ginger was tossed aside and pinned to a tree.
"Manners like that, and you're never gonna become great women of our clan sitting around here at Hogwarts under the confusion of men," Fiona announced, freeing Ginger from her bond. "I'm spending a few days to see your progress."
Ginger and I only nodded.
"Now, we're going out for dinner," she added, then glanced at our attire. "Jesus. Go change your clothes." She started making her way towards the Cabin. "Wears something… black."
Zelena gave us a warning look to behave before following Fiona. Ginger made her way over and helped me stand up. I looked down, ashamed.
"I'm sorry," I mumbled.
"It's okay," Ginger assured me as she hugged me. "I'm sorry that Jake hurt you."
I hugged back.
"We'll get through this," Ginger murmured. "Together."
I only nodded.
We made our way back inside. It felt right for Ginger to use the bathroom first, and she appreciated it as she rushed in to wash up. I went to my room, stripped off the muddy clothes, and put on a bathrobe to wait. I sat on the bed, glancing at the dreamcatcher on the headboard.
I grabbed the dreamcatcher and held onto it, tracing along the strings and then caressing the charms. Jacob bought this for me as a Christmas present—something meaningful that kept terrible dreams away. Shaking my head, I threw the dreamcatcher across the room.
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