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~Chapter Seven~
Six hours, that's how long I've been at this today, I mean, thank God it's Saturday, but getting up at seven in the morning to trudge down to the basement, which is so cold that it seems like step into a pool of ice, and work on my initiation, making my first successful potion, takes a lot out of you, even with fifteen minute brakes between to eat and drink my nausea potion.
Standing, in my fuzzy blue polka dot pajama pants, and blue and black striped tank top, behind the small cauldron with a bottle of spice rat spit in my hand, the basement door opens, bringing in bright light. "Lily!" I jump at little Sam's shout, causing the bottle in my hand to tip, dropping a whole third of the container in before my eyes widen, and I right the bottle, backing away as a huge puff of smoke shoots in the air, flames jump from the cauldron as I drop to the floor, hands over my ears as a loud explosion sounds, causing me to wince as the sprinklers in the house go off, causing water to rain down on everyone.
"LILITH!" I flinch at Sheryl's voice, followed by a bunch of my grumbling siblings, and shouts as I trudge my way up to where Sam is beaming at me, I grab his hand from the doorknob to move him out of the door way, I huff a soaked black lock, with a purple tip, out of my eye as Sheryl and Matthew enter, looking pointedly at me, as I sigh, pointing at Sam as then nod, turning their accusing gaze on the little by, knowing that the boy has a habit of causing these sorts of accidents- how I never knew that my family were witches, I'd never know.
After cleaning up the mess that the toddler caused, I manage to jump in the shower, and scrub the smell of smoke, and potion residue off my skin, though my hair is now ruined, I jump out to towel, dressing in black skinny jeans, and a black, off the shoulder shirt over a blue tank top, and one look at my hair in the mirror, I sigh as I see my hair is completely bleached of color, pure snow blonde, causing me to groan as I slip on my black combat boots, grabbing a pair of scissors off my desk. Standing in the bathroom mirror, I stare down at the long, snow blonde, locks sitting on the floor and sink, my hair is cut into a emo pixiecut style, my bangs are long, parted off to the left to hang off the side of my eye, and the back has been shaved down to about two inches long, and the sides are cut short as well.
Slipping on a black slouch beanie, I mentally thank whatever gods are above, for have adopted parents that are witches, because my cuts from the accident are almost completely healed from some creme that they gave me, the ones on my face are scarring over, but the ones on my arms are still scabbed. Putting in my snakebites, I put in my cross studs, followed by three black studs of regular types, and a black bat earcuff in each ear, before I shrug on my black leather with my black lace choker, before grabbing my bag and stuffing my project supplies into it, before racing down the stares.
"Sheryl! Matthew!" I call as I enter the large, spacious, living room, they look up from their places on the couch, Sheryl's legs are drawn up onto the gray couch, fingers interlocked with Matthew's, obviously cuddling. "Your son turned me blonde." I rip my hat off, causing their eyes to widen.
"So you... cut it?" Matthew states.
"It's dead anyway, so it'll grow back that much faster." I answer, causing them to exchange looks. "So... um, I have to go work on my project with Jasper, and Alice is almost here. I know that I haven't finished my initiation-"
"School comes before witchcraft, at least until you have finished it the first time." Sheryl answers, causing me to pause, and she blinks. "Oh yes! Your powers have awoken, so you're immortal now. You're... staying eighteen."
"Say what?!" I demand.
"Oh yes. I'm 396 years old." Sheryl states, causing my eyes to widen as I slip my slouch beanie on my head.
"Anything else I should know?" I demand, causing her to sigh.
"There are too many things, my darling girl. Did you drink your latest potion?" I shake my head as she holds a plastic baggy full of little vials, then Jennifer comes in.
"Catch!" I turn, my hand snatching something out of midair, causing my to blink as I look down at the butterscotch and clove potion, popping the cork out with my teeth, I down the vial, and hand the glass thing back to her. "So jealous." She jokes as a loud roaring sound winds up the drive, causing me to frown as the roaring is killed, looking out the window to see a tall, lean figure climb off the motorcycle below him, removing the helmet to find Jasper Hale starting up to the porch.
"Uh... that's my ride! See ya, bye!" I rush towards the door, stuffing the bag of potions in my bag, before they can say anything, I slip out the front door, and rush down the steps to him.
"You are asking for trouble, you know?" I state once he catches me, our bodies having connected, looking down at me in surprise, his cold hands on my forearm. "We need to go, now. My sisters are about to rush out that door, and kidnap you." He smirks as we hurry across the grass, he grabs the helmet of the back of the bike, placing it on my head as I latch it, he puts his helmet back on his head, mounting the bike as I slide on behind him with practiced ease. "I like your bike." I state as he laughs, flipping the ignition, and I slide my arms around his waist, the door bursts open with Mary and Jennifer as Jasper pulls down the drive, and we rush down the the street.
"Today's not a good day to go to my place, do you mind of we go to Port Angeles?" He calls over the roar of the bike.
"Sure!" I laugh, the ride to the small town over is fast, where it usually takes four or five hours to get there, it takes two for us, before he pulls up beside a small french bistro. Jasper slides off the bike, pulling his helmet off as I unlatch my own, slipping it off my head to place it on the seat before me, and when I go to climb off, Jaspers hands land on my waist, pulling me off the bike before I can move, let alone protest. The minute he sets me down, I pull out a vial of my potion, downing it before I toss the bottle in the trashcan by the walk.
"Are you sure, you'll be okay?" He asks suddenly, I nod as he grins, his butterscotch eyes are bright with happiness as he gestures for me to go ahead of him, I can feel his eyes on my back as we enter the tiny, yet very nice bistro, causing me to smile. The hostess shows us to a small, rounded booth that seems to be in the most secluded place in the restaurant, her eyes never leave Jasper's as he sits across from me, she hands us our menus, and tells us that a waitress will be woth is momentarily, she shoots Jasper a wink, causing him to give her a cheeky smile, but as soon as she's gone, he rolls his eyes at me. "Order whatever- my treat." He states as he pulls out a notebook and pencil from his bag on the booth beside him, and I remove my beanie to be polite.
"Thank you, Jasper." I murmur as his eyes are suddenly glued to my head as I reach into my own bag, pulling out a notebook with a pen, multiple piece of information pamphlets that I printed offline, before I finally look at him. "It's the hair, isn't it?"
"Well... it's nice." He offers sweetly.
"I cut it, but my brother made it blonde without my consent. It'll be back to the same color and length in a few months. It's always grown fast." I state as the waitress comes over, he quirks a smile at me as I order a sprite and he does the same, before I notice that the waitress is shooting him a flirty smile before leaving with swaying hips. "You're mean, you know that?" My voice is light-hearted.
"Oh?" He tilts his head at me as I pretend to study the menu, my heart sputters at the side smirk he gives me, my eyes flick up to his gaze then back down to the menu. "Do explain."
"The hostess and now the waitress, they both flirted with you, but you completely ignored them." I bite my bottom lip to hide the fact that I'm smiling.
"My attention is currently occupied." He states, causing me to roll my eyes.
"While it is nice, having undivided attention, you do not have to pretend that you're not a guy." I state as he frowns.
"You have bad experiences with men." He grabs my hand, which is resting on my notebook. "I happen to enjoy your company better than another woman's or person's in general."
"With the exception of Alice?" I tease him, causing him to laugh, throwing his head back, body shaking with laughter.
"Yes! With the exception of my dearest, sweet, sister." He laughs, causing me to smile, his laugh is soft, sweet like honey, and I find my heart thundering as I catch myself staring.
"What can I get you?" I jump, looking up to see the waitress scowling at me as she sets our sprites down.
"Um..." I look down at my menu, one order pops out at me. "Catfish with lemon, mashed potatoes with brown gravy." She takes my menu with a n annoyed look, turning to flash Jasper as smile as I look at him, smiling as my eyes flicker over to the woman.
"What about you, handsome?" She asks.
"Nothin', thanks." His southern accent seems to make the waitress's knees weak, and I smirk at him, raising an eyebrow at hi as his stares into my eyes, the woman walks off with our menus, while I uncap the pen, and we start to write our project line.
"Visual aid would be a good idea- we could dress up! You could be a soldier and I can be a nurse?" I offer, he grins at me.
"Next, you'll want to do a backdrop, or a pop-up." He teases, but my eyes brighten up at that.
"Hey! That's an idea!" His smile grows. "I love to go all out for these types of the projects. Sadly, it just drives everyone nuts." He chuckles.
"Well, not this guy. I love this idea." I smile as him as the waitress stomps over, dropping my plate before me, snapping Jasper and I out of our own world as she stalks off, it takes me a moment to realize that we were too close. Sipping on my soda, I pick up my fork, cutting into my catfish, and take a bite, flicking my blonde bangs out of my face.
"Mm." I close my eyes in content, then grin at him. "I love catfish, though I don't like fish." He chuckles at that. We work for three hours, before he pays the bill, walking out the front door, slipping the helmet on my head, climbing on behind the beautiful, golden haired boy as he flips the bike on, and we start towards the town once more. When we pull up to my house, he turns the bike off as I slip off the back, feeling very small as I he climbs off, standing beside me. He refuses to let me remove the helmet as he takes nimble fingers to the latch, slipping the little belt from the loop, my blue eyes are on his gold as he pulls the helmet off my head, setting it on the bike as I pull my beanie from my bag, but he surprises me by running a hand through the blonde locks, tossing the hair this way and that, his golden eyes turn stormy as he tucks a lock behind my ear.
"Leave the beanie off. Blonde looks relatively good on you." He murmurs, heat blossoms across my cheeks as he leans down, resting his forehead against my own, causing my heart to sputter as he takes my hand, lacing our fingers together as my breath shutters. My eyes slip closed as he lifts a second hand to my cheek, caressing my cheekbone, just under my eye, causing me to bite my bottom lip. "Have a nice night." H pulls back, pressing a kiss to my forehead, before pressing one to my cheek, and my hand. "Sweet dreams, darlin'." He murmurs, slipping his helmet on, flipping the ignition once he's on the bike, driving off down the drive as I stare, my face overheated, and my heart seems to finally sputter to life as I turn toward the house, opening the front door, and starting up to my room.
I vaguely glance at the clock, realizing that it's only six at night as I fall into bed, face first, breathing deeply as I roll over, staring at the board above my bed, my hand pressed against my forehead, before I sit up, touching my hand to the cool skin where Jasper had kissed me, on my cheek, then cross the room to my closet, dressing in my ankle length, black silk, nightgown, then crawl into bed, slipping under the blankets, my arms curling under my pillow as I lay on my stomach, falling fast asleep.
Stepping down to the stairs, the next morning, dressed in an off the shoulder, black shirt over a purple, a blue, a green, and an orange tank tops, black slacks, and combat boots with my blonde hair streaked blue and purple. Entering the kitchen with a yawn, my eyes clenched shut as I yawn, opening the mini fridge door, pulling out one of my potions, I pull the cork out, downing the liquid as I hear Mary and Jennifer giggling as I toss the vial in the trash, turning to the kitchen table, only to freeze. A very nervous looking Jasper Hale is sitting at the head of the table, eyes flickering from Mary and Jennifer on either side of him, obviously nervous, not realizing that I am in the room. Mary's head is perched on me her fist, eyes on his face as she smiles at him, cheeks completely red, and Jennifer's eyes are trailing from his face down to the low shirt he's wearing, biting her lip as her phone vibrates beside her. "Uh..." My sisters' heads snap over to me, while Jasper jumps up, crossing to me as he has my bag in his hand, he takes my hand in his other one, pulling me from the room. "Jasper? You...What are you doing here?"
"You forgot your bag on the bike, I wanted to return it last night, but it was late by the time I realized it." He explains once we're in the foyer, he turns to me, as I let out a nervous laugh.
"Oh. I'm... sorry." I rake a hand through my hair, when he catches it., dropping my bag on the mud hutch, pulling it close to him, pressing a kiss to the palm of it. A cold shutter streaks down my back, when the study door in the living room slams open, and shouting fills the house.
"THAT ISN'T FAIR!" It's Melody? She never yells. "IT'S ONE SIMPLE DATE! I JUST NEED TO USE TO LAB ONCE!"
"WE HAVE COMPANY!" Mary yells, causing Melody to stop, her eyes land on Jasper and I, when I pull my hand away, a blush blossoms across my face, she turns, stalking out the front door with her jacket in hand, the door slams shut behind her.
"I'm sorry, again. Melody is... misunderstood." He nods. "Did you want to... get out of here?" I ask.
"Sure-" Matthew steps into the foyer with Sheryl, their eyes widen as they land on the boy beside me. "Oh. Hello sir. Ma'am. My name is Jasper Hale." He steps up to them with a hand held out, my parents exchange looks, then Sheryl looks over at me.
"We need to talk, dear." She looks at Matthew. "Entertain our guest, will you?" I exchange a confused look with Jasper, before following Sheryl into the kitchen, down into the basement, entering the lab area where she opens the vault, and leads me inside, closing the door behind us.
"What is this about?!" I demand, she shushes me.
"Keep your voice down." She whispers.
"Sheryl?" I ask quietly.
"There are more creatures than just witches out there, Lilith." She presses a hand to her forehead. "There are vampires and werewolves, pixies and ghosts."
"What?!" My voice is a mixture of a whisper and a yell.
"Shh. Most are good, well... pixies aren't. Most vampires are as well, but we've been in contact, in Alaska, with vegetarian vampires. They're eyes are the differences between evil and good." She explains.
"I don't understand. What does this have to do with Jasper?" I ask as softly.
"He's one of the vegetarian vampires." My eyes widen as I take a large step backwards.
"What?! Do I need to tell him that I know? Can I tell him my secret?" She cuts me off.
"Breathe! This is a choice you have to make. Are you alright with this?" I nod as I gulp down air. "If you decide- I want you to stay safe."
"I'm... I'm going to... I'm going to go talk to him." She nods, spinning the dial on the vault, pushing the door open, and we start up the stairs again, walking into the foyer to see Jasper and Matthew are locked in a staring match, my nervous hand lands on Jasper's arm, his head snaps down to look at me, his eyes softening considerably, and I force a smile up at him, when suddenly the feeling of nervousness fades completely, a relaxing wave of calmness and peace wash over me.
"Is everything alright?" He asks softly, and I smile as I nod.
"Yes. Would you like to go on a walk with me?" I ask, his eyes widen and brighten as he nod, I grab my jacket from the mud hutch, starting out the front door, leading him around the back of the house, his hand on the small of my back as we enter the tree line, my heart starts to hammer as we enter the meadow about two miles into the treeline, pausing to turn, looking at him. "We need to talk." His eyes harden suddenly, as he takes a deep breath, and nods.
"What is it, darlin'?" He asks as I take a deep breath, taking a step back from him.
"I have a huge secret, and I know you have one too." I bite my lip, twirling a lock of hair. "I need you know this, because I enjoy your company and I... I like you. I like you too much to keep these secrets between us."
"Don't." I freeze at that word, looking at him with hurt pricking in my chest. "Don't do this, if it's not something you truly want." I reach up without hesitation, resting a hand on his face.
"I'm not forcing myself to do anything. I promise." I take a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment, before looking at him in confidence. "I'm a Witch."
"What?" He asks in surprise.
"And I know what you are too." He watches me. "I am a Witch and you? You are a Vampire."
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