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Bellatrix Valentine

"Baby, only the bad can be powerful."

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a character in “The Wicked Beautiful”, as played by desire99600

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"I can turn nightmares into reality, and reality into a nightmare."



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❝The Basics❞


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| Full Name |
"Yeah, it's weird, but whatever." Bellatrix Circe Valentine [ Bell-uh-tricks | Ser-see ]

| Nickname |
"I'm not your baby." There are a million and one ways to shorten Bellatrix's name, and she loves them all so she doesn't really mind what you call her. Some of the more common nicknames she gets are Bella or Belle. Others call her Trix, and it's actually a good nickname, because she'd tricky and mischievous. Only people who are close to her, such as he sister, can call her Trixie. If you call her this and she doesn't yell at you, you know you're important to her. It's a privilege she doesn't give to many. A lot of people in the witch world call her Circe or Circ [ sers ] because it's the name of a famous sorceress in Greek mythology and witches tend to re-use names a lot. Finally, a few people just call her Bee. Her mother used to call her Bumble-bee, but this is a name reserved only for her mother, or December. The only names she doesn't tolerate are pet names. Baby, babe, sweetheart.

| Age |
"I'm mature for my age." 16, going into her junior year.

| Gender |
"Fuck you." Female.

| Role |
"I didn't ask for this power." Witch | Girl 2



❝The Disguise❞


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| Eye color |
"They're really nothing special." Bella's eyes are a deep, captivating black. The pupil and the iris are the exact same shade, making them appear endless. When she is using her Light magic, this black shimmers with a multitude of colors, taking on a startling iridescence. When using her Black magic, the black vibrates slightly, and then extends to swallow even the whites of her eyes.

| Hair Color |
"Yeah, it's natural." Most girls who have "black" hair actually have shades of brown throughout their hair, but this is not the case for Bella. Her hair is the darkest black possible, and, in some lights, you can even see tones of sapphire or a dark green to it, because of the way the light hits it. It's not a brown-black, it's a blue-black. This, paired with her tanned skin and black eyes, gives her an exotic appearance. As if she didn't stand out enough already. It's also extremely long. A couple of years back, she cut it really short because it was beginning to be a pain in the ass, but since then, she's let it grow out, and, as it grows rather fast, it is now hanging clear down to her hips in thick black waves.

| Skin Tone |
"I was blessed." Bellatrix's skin is always slightly tanned, and, in the summertime, she tans rather easily, making her even darker. Because of her dark hair and tanned skin, people often think she's of some exotic decent.

| Height & Weight |
"I'll kick your ass if I have to." Trix is rather small, standing at a height of 5'4, with a rather small build. She'd thin, without being too thin, as she actually has some curves on her figure. She has a rounded face with large lips that make her appear younger than she really is, and rather innocent.

| Distinct Markings |
"I've got a few marks."
Scars
Bellatrix has various scars. Her most noticeable is on her left collarbone. It runs along it, and is rather large. Another, is down the left side of her back, on cutting down her shoulder blade. These are her two largest scars. Smaller scars include various small ones on her legs, and one on her jaw.
Piercings
When it comes to piercings, Trix doesn't have an overly excessive amount, but her ears are fairly full. Her left ear is pierced all the way up from lobe, along the cartilage, to helix, while her right has four lobe piercings in it. Her very first right lobe piercing always has a feather dangling from it, no matter what, while the res of her piercings are just opal studs.
Tattoos

When it comes to tattoos, Bella is very open. It used to piss her mother off, for her tattoos practically spell witch, but she doesn't care. She finds them ironic and symbolic, so she likes them. Her first is a spinal tattoo, and it's a row of symbols, each representing a planet, running from the base of her neck down to the very small of her back. Another is a black evil eye/eye of Horus on the inside of her left wrist. Finally, but certainly not least, she has various alchemy symbols tattooed in random places all over her body. Seeing as there are so many of these, she has them rather scattered, and they're all very small. Some run along her knuckles, or the sides of her hands, or her ankles. Some are in groups of more than one, others are single. She could tell you what each symbol stands for if you ask her. Witch craft is different than alchemy, but she likes the similarities between the two, and the way each symbol stands for something. Finally, only visible under the full moon, she has a sapphire blue crescent on her temple that spirals down her cheekbones and along her jaw elaborately.



❝Getting to know me❞


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| Likes |
"I'd like you to leave me the fuck alone."
♥ Solitude
♥ Cats, she loves cats, and wants one
♥ Art
♥ Photography, she's always got a camera slung around her neck
♥ Parties
♥ Drugs, downers dull her powers while stimulants make them stronger
♥ Drinking, dulls her powers
♥ Partying
♥ Old music
♥ December
♥ Fast cars
♥ Fighting
♥ Bad boys
♥ Sarcasm
♥ Power
♥ Warmth

| Dislikes |
"Why the fuck are you talking to me?"
✘ Liars
✘ Posers
✘ Slobbery dogs
✘ Small towns
✘ The way she's treated at school
✘ Being a witch (sometimes)
✘ Being bothered
✘ Annoying people
✘ Sitting still
✘ Weak people
✘ Crying, she doesn't do it
✘ Being used
✘ Being pestered

| Fears |
"Never let your fear decide your fate."
Love/commitment → Bellatrix is afraid of being loved, and loving in return. She's spent so much of her life rejected by humans that she's built protective walls around herself to keep their hatred out, and keep herself strong. It is hard for her to let another person see inside her, and she it deathly afraid that, once they do, they won't like what they'll see and end up just like everyone else. As such, she prefers not to love or be loved. She pushes people away when they get too close.
The Dark → Belle is not only afraid of darkness in the literal sense of the word, she's also afraid of going dark. There's quite a bit of darkness in her, she can feel it, and this frightens her because she's not sure how to stop it. When she's in literal darkness, this is only worse, and so, she's afraid of when the lights go out, because she's not sure what kind of person she'll become.
Being alone → While she is afraid of love and attachment, she's also afraid of being alone for the rest of her life. Trix is independent, and doesn't need people to survive, however, she is afraid of being utterly alone because she's not sure she's okay with being left alone to her thoughts.
Her Power → Her and her sister are possibly two of the most powerful Witches to ever walk the earth. They contain a power that hasn't been seen in the world for ages, and this scares the hell out of her. She's not sure just how strong she is, and, seeing as she's younger, her powers are more unpredictable than December's, and she's afraid of them. They could lash out at anyone, at any moment, and she could hurt someone. Yet, what scares her is that the dark side of her actually seems to like it. She's afraid of her own strength.



❝Delve a little deeper❞


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| Personality |
"If you're not going to accept me, please, leave me alone. Otherwise, you're asking to get hurt." All her life, Bellatrix had been different. She is a witch in a human's world and, even among witches she is abnormal, for she's strangely powerful. Her power is so great that, unlike most witches, humans around her can sense something off about her that they interpret as eerie, and, as such, superstition and rumor follow her everywhere she goes. She's always been an outcast, the odd one out.

As such, she likes to lock people out. It's easier than trying to make friends, because it's futile to try and be something she's not just to fit in. If the world doesn't like her, that's their fucking problem. However, keeping people at arm's length is fairly easy, seeing as she's never been in one school for more than a month in her life. All her life, the Valentine's have been bouncing about, continually skipping town, and travelling the world. Some places, she didn't even attend school, her mother taught her.

As such, Bella is quick to adapt, and has never really bothered to try to make friends, seeing as they never last long. Instead, she allies with people who are useful to her, and everyone else is treated as an enemy. She grows no attachments whatsoever. Makes no connections.

Her only "friends" are those in the magic world who can visit her no matter where she is, due to their power, however, even these are few, seeing as her mother made sure to shield them from those in the magic world who would look to use them for their outstanding power.

Her only true friend is December. Other than this, she shares nothing. She's completely under lock-and-key. She's the mysterious girl in class. The strange beauty you'd think would be hanging with the popular crowd but, for some reason, is left on the sidelines. Others describe her as eerie or strange because of what they sense coming from her, as well as because of the things she knows or can cause.

Strange things always seem to be happening when she's in a room, and she always seems to know way more about you than is comfortable. For these reasons, she is outcast, but, in all honesty, she likes it that way. She likes solitude. There's something so satisfying in not having to please anyone but yourself.

However, Belle pushes people away for another reason as well.

She doesn't want to hurt anyone. As she is the younger of the Valentine sisters, she has less control of her power, and it often slips. There is a side to her that is dark and twisted. That takes satisfaction in pain and suffering, and she's not sure what to do with this sinister part of her. It frightens her, and she keeps people away so they never have to see it, because, more often than not, it is this side that will lash out and hurt people. So, instead, she prefers to be alone.

Approach her and she treats you as an enemy. She is cold and distant, and sarcasm is her natural defense. Not the kind of funny, charming sarcasm of some. Trix can be downright cruel. She speaks her mind, but, not only that, she's cold and rude to get you to leave her alone.

However, though it's not easy, it is possible to break this through sheer persistence. If you force yourself on her enough, eventually, she'll get sick if fighting you, let you tag along, and warm up to you some. This does not mean she's making attachments, this merely means she's tired of trying to ward you off so she's letting you see who she really is.

And once you get past the mysterious, cold outside, you'll find something shocking inside.

She's a total rebel, and, even though she seems distant in public, is actually quite lively. She's always up for a good tease, and is extremely mischievous, hence her nickname Trix.

She has a way of looking into you and seeing what you want. A way of reading the most stubborn of all people, and this is without the help of her powers. A lot of people don't like that she seems to know way too much about them from the start, but she's nearly an expert at picking people apart in a manner of seconds, and it's almost a game for her to find out as much as she can about a person in as little words as possible, and see how incredibly uncomfortable she can make them before they finally go away.

Bellatrix likes to get into trouble. She's never been one for the straight-and-narrow, and is always pushing her boundaries to their very limits, as well as people around her, seeing just how much they can take until they snap. She likes to bring out the bad in people, likes to see people who believe themselves totally good, crumble when they realize there's something in them that takes satisfaction in being bad. She likes to corrupt people.

This is one of the biggest reasons she fears she's going to go Dark. For one, her mother was a Black Magic Caster, and it is very hard for witches, especially female witches to break from their mother's footsteps. However, she also has a deeply twisted side of her that likes her dark magic. That likes causing pain and destruction. She enjoys breaking things an people, watching them fall apart.

There's a constant battle going on within Bellatrix's mind, of good and evil, and she's not totally sure if it's okay to be both. On one hand, she doesn't want to hurt people. She just wants to be alone to bear her powerful load on her own. She wants people to stay far away from her for their own safety, while still wanting to love and feel something for someone.

While on the other hand, she takes way too much pleasure in breaking the rules. In pissing people off, and doing what she wants and only what she wants. She likes being able to get what she wants when she wants it, no questions asked. It's invigorating, and makes her feel strong. Being good is just too weak. It feels like she's letting others put limitations on her. Letting them rule her.

Not even December has really seen how dark she can truly get, though she has certainly come the closest, and her mother has certainly been able to sense it. However, December is the person she tries to hide it from most because she's the one she cares about most and she doesn't want to hurt her.



❝Welcome to my life❞


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| History |
"You think I'd be like this if I'd had an easy life?" Sure, there are people out there who have had a worse life than Bella, filled with hatred and beatings, and no love, but that does not exactly mean B has had it good.

First of all, Bellatrix never knew her father. He was never in her life, though December did. She knew him for six years and, though it's not much time, whenever B asks her, she talks about it like it was the happiest time of her life and so, Belle can't help but be jealous of her sister for knowing their father.

Ever since the day she was born, they were on the run. Her, her mother, and December. They skipped town so much, she couldn't count the cities or countries they'd lived in, and part of it was fantastic. They saw everything, lived everywhere, experienced everything. From small villages in India to the big bustling city of New York, they saw it all. Life, at the beginning, was one big adventure.

The three of them were insanely close, and, in towns where B didn't want to go to school, her mother didn't force her, so long as she let her teach her what she knew.

Her mother could seem disconnected at times though, always worried about people coming after them, or Casters trying to use them for their power. She was highly paranoid, and as time went on, this got worse, until she was almost completely disconnected, and Belle was lucky if she could get a smile out of her on some days. That was when December came in.

December became her second mother as soon as she could talk. She raised her during the times their mother was too paranoid to see beyond the trap of her own mind, and the girls were extremely close, however, they had to be. All they had was each other, and, occasionally, their mother on a good day.

When Bellatrix was seven years-old she began having her "visions." She'd developed a strange gift, just as her sister had for nightmares, Bella began to see things. The world no longer made sense, and things that could only exist in the dark corners of her imagination were starting to manifest in the outside world around her. Horrible monsters from her darkest nightmares, and fantastic creatures from her sweetest dreams took form around her.

Only she was the only one who could see them.

Her mother was terrified that her little girl was schizophrenic, or otherwise mad, and, for years, they couldn't figure out what was going on with her. At times, it was as powerful as an entire vision. The stronger ones would cause her to go into violent seizures, while the weaker ones would just force her to stop where she was, eyes either going black or iridescent as one came over her. Other times, it was as simple as seeing things around her that weren't there.

She had a horrible time separating reality from illusion, and she was constantly attached to December, pointing at air and asking her if she saw what she saw there.

When she was ten was when they finally figured out what was happening.

Bellatrix had gotten a hold of a camera, and was able to use it to take pictures of places she saw these horrible visions, and then look at the photo on the screen to realize it wasn't there. She began to see life through the lens and the lens only. The camera was never seperated from her, and she began to make more sense of the world around her, and it no longer frightened her so much.

And, as her confidence in the world around her grew, her control over what was happening to her did as well. Near the end of her tenth year, she was able to finally use her power on someone besides herself, and, what they'd thought was sheer madness before, was the power to see visions and weave illusions. Her power had been so open and uncontrolled young, that she was manifesting everything in her mind without knowing it, yet it was weak enough that no one around her could see it.

December was the first person she used an illusion on, and, since then, she's been helping her practice, and she's finally to the point where the world is no longer a horrible mess. She can make sense of things, thought the occasional vision still hits her, and, when she's emotional or out of touch with herself, her mind will start creating things again.

Though she'd managed to get better hold of this thing her mother called a gift and she called a curse, Bella never let go of her camera. Drawing, taking pictures, and painting the things around her helped her make sense of them. They became her outlet.

When her mother died mysteriously, her visions and illusions flared up again, and they were forced to move, only this time it would be permanent. She's now struggling to get a hold of her powers again, though her despair at her mother's death, fear at losing December since she's old enough to leave her, and anticipation of the coming choosing are making it especially difficult for her.

Slowly, she's being consumed by darkness, and she's afraid to think if there's any light left in her at all anymore.



❝Themesong❞


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Sound of Madness

Shinedown

Yeah, I get it,
You're an outcast.
Always under attack.
Always coming in last,
Bringing up the past.
No one owes you anything.
I think you need a shotgun blast,
A kick in the ass,
So paranoid. . .
Watch your back!!

Oh my, here we go...

Another loose cannon gone bi-polar
Slipped down, couldn't get much lower.
Quicksand's got no sense of humor.
I'm still laughing like hell.
You think that by crying to me
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.

[Chorus:]
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?

I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality,
If there's an afterlife,
Then it'll set you free.
But I'm not gonna part the seas
You're a self-fulfilling prophecy.
You think that crying to me,
Looking so sorry that I'm gonna believe,
You've been infected by a social disease.
Well, then take your medicine.

[Chorus]

I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up...
When you gonna wake up and fight...

[Chorus]

When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself? [x3]

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Demons

Imagine Dragons

When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale

I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

Curtain’s call
Is the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you've made

Don't wanna let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't wanna hide the truth

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go

Your eyes, they shine so bright
I wanna save that light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide


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So begins...

Bellatrix Valentine's Story

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December and her sister had only been at their God-Father’s house a week and she already hated it. She didn’t think it was possible, but her nightmares had gotten worse, to the point that she’d only slept a maximum of five hours since she’d gotten to Louisiana.

Her scar on the palm of her hand started to burn more and more, which meant there were other Casters, she just hadn’t been able to pick out who they were yet. Not to mention her and her sister only had a total of eighty-five days until they chose a side or it was chosen for them.

It didn’t help that everyone else in town was already terrified of their god-father, who Emmie was sure was there actual father, she just hadn’t brought it up, because if she was wrong she’d feel stupid, but if she was right, she’d probably keep it from Bella.

Their god-father already had rooms ready for them, as if he’d been waiting for them for years. He had a room especially for each of them, one for all of Bella’s photography and art and one with a piano just for Ember, like he knew them despite the fact he’d supposedly never meet them. Which gave her even more reason to believe he was their father and that their mother had been in contact with him all these years.

Her piano room overlooked, the swamps just outside and when she wanted it to be dark she could easily make it pitch black in the room. She’d barely left the room since she’d gotten their only to eat at the table, like their god-father requested of them and to talk to Belle when she needed her.

Other than that she’d been in the room, not bothering to sleep. She’d been playing the same song on the piano for the past three days. The same songs she was playing at the moment. She’d heard it in one of her nightmares and she hadn’t been able to stop playing it since.

She knew the song by heart, even though she’d only heard it in her dream. She closed her eyes as her fingers drifted across the piano in a flawless, fluid motion. Her and Arthur were the only ones home, because it was Belle’s first day of school and she’d already left.

December felt bad not telling her sister goodbye, but she couldn’t pull herself away from her piano, nor could she stop playing the damn song. It was like someone had hypnotized her. Despite their only being two people including herself home and the rule that no one came into her piano room and no one went into Bella’s art studio, she felt someone sit down beside her on the bench.

She fought the urge to shiver, because she could feel the darkness that radiated off of whoever was sitting next to her. She didn’t stop playing though, she continued to play the sad, intoxicating melody, even as the person sitting next to her didn’t speak.

Finally she finished the song and she feared opening her eyes, because she was scared to see who was sitting next to her. She sighed opening her eyes, seeing a familiar Caster. She didn’t smile, she just looked at him as if to ask what he wanted.

“You never cease to amaze me Ember.” She winced at the way he said her name.

“Peirce…what are you doing here?” She asked as she stood up suddenly wanting to move away from him. She knew why he was their he’d been following her around for the past year, since before her mother had died.

“Oh…Emmie I think you know why I’m here.” He with a wicked smirk. “You and Bella can’t hide from us.”

December just shrugged pretending to be unamused, she hated the fact that both sides had sent someone out to try and make her sway in one direction. Only she hadn’t met the Light Caster and she was beginning to think the Light Caster’s had given up on her and that terrified her.

She felt him behind her and his energy was so dark and menacing, it was intoxicating to her, because she’d always been drawn to the dark side.

“Peirce, I think you should go.” She whispered, the room fell silent and she turned to see he was gone, he’d disappeared in thin air and she finally let out a breath, relived he was gone.




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The early morning sun light had barley started to show through Mitchell’s blinds as he lend as he lend against his head board, he used his knees as an easel to hold his sketch pad as he, shaded the final touches on his most recent drawing. It had taken him most the night.

He should have been asleep considering it was the first day of his senior year and the first day of his community service. But the idea had come to him late last night and he’d lost himself in his work and completely lost track of time.

The familiar sound of The Eagles, sounded through the house which meant Annika was up and making breakfast for his family. She’d taken over every role in the house, since his mom had become paralyzed. She wasn’t getting paid for it, she just did it to do it.

He smirked and rolled his eyes, it was such a good feeling and a routine he’d gotten used to over the past year and a half. He finished the final touches on his sketch before pinning it up on his wall next to hundreds of other original pieces he’d done.

He stepped of his bed and all three of his cat’s glanced up at him lazily, from their normal spot at the foot of his bed. Mitch glanced over the wall as if admiring all of his work. His eerie black cat, jumped fluidly from the bed, stretching as he went and sat next to where Mitch stood, looking at the wall as if admiring it with his owner.

“What do you think Binks?” he asked crossing his arms across his chest. The cat let out a small meow. “Me too.” He laughed.

He slipped on a pair of jeans and a simple white shirt before grabbing his backpack that he hadn’t touched since the last day of school. He shoved an empty sketch pad and his drawing pencil in before slipping out the door.

The smell of coffee and pancakes, hit him right away. He was hoping to sneak out without having to stop for breakfast. So quietly he made his way towards the door, Annika had her back turned to him and his cousin rolled his eyes, he silently reached for the door.

“I don’t think so Mitchell Sullivan, you get you scrawny ass in here and eat.” She said with her thick southern accent.

He sighed, but didn’t argue as he joined his cousin at the table, Annika sat a plate in front of him, before she headed to help his mother out of bed, like she did every morning. The table was quiet as both boys ate.

“So Mitch, you hear old man Ravenbourne took in two weird orphans?” he mumbled with a mouth full.

Mitchell raised a brow, but shrugged as he took a drink of his orange juice, he didn’t know much about the man in the old plantation house that no one ever saw. All he knew was his ancestor’s had founded the town and that he never came out of his house.

“Yeah their probably just as creepy as him.” He smirked as he stood up “Tell mom I love her...” he said ruffling Tyson’s hair as he headed out the door while he could.

He slung his backpack over one shoulder, he wasn’t really looking forward to going to school and more than anything he wanted to ditch, but he was only going because his mom had begged him to. He pulled up the garage door, before hopping on the back of his motorcycle.

When he pulled up to the school, the parking lot was already filled. Students wondered about gossiping and talking about how great there summers had been and of course all eyes were on him as he pulled in. Everyone except for him dress in the schools purple and gold colors. He cut the engine of his motorcycle and everyone went back to talking amongst themselves.

Mitch didn’t waste time trying to find his friends, because he knew if he did he’d end up ditching and just hurting his mom again. Instead he headed inside, straight to his locker. He shoved his backpack inside haphazardly.

“Fucking loser.” He heard the jocks say simultaneously as they passed him.

Mitch ignored them, they were only upset because he’d quite the team and he’d been the only reason they’d gone undefeated last year. He shut his locked only to be greeted by his ex as she lend against the lockers. He sighed, she’d been his longest relationship, but all she wanted to do was save him.

“You never called me like you said you would.” She pouted.

“Yeah well I got busy.” He shrugged as he turned to walk away from her, headed towards his first period class. She didn’t get the hint and followed after him.

“Mitch, what happened, I thought we were good together?” she said, he didn’t bother to look at her he just continued to look straight forward.

“Well your dad thinks I’m a Satanist and your mother threw holly water on me.” He said simply.

“Oh baby, I talk to them, if you just come to….” He cut her off.

“Savannah listen, I’m not going to church.” He said finally looking at her as he stopped outside his class room. “Don’t you have cheer practice to get to or something?” He said bluntly.

She bit her lip as if she was about to cry, Mitchell just sighed, heading into class, smirking to the teacher as he headed to the back of the class, he wasn’t the first on to class thankfully. He sat down at the desk that he claimed his, dropping his back pack lazily, before throwing his feet on top the desk, preparing himself to sleep threw all of first period.




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Bella had spent a good part of the morning glaring at herself in her mirror, trying not to freak out. She hadn't been to a real school in since she was fourteen. She hadn't really wanted to go to high school so her mother had taken over her education after middle school and she was okay with that. Her mother taught her things that were relevant, like how to control her power, or the history of witches. School taught her how to graph parabolas and interpret the words of some anit-racist who'd died years ago.

Then her mother had died and they'd been forced to move in with a man they'd never met who was supposedly human, but knew way too much about them. The first week have been bad, and she hadn't even had to go to school then. Ever since her mother's death, her illusions and visions had flared up again, and she was having a hard time getting control of herself. The move hadn't helped either, and neither had trying to get settled in a town where they treated her hostilely.

Her God-Father had basically given her the choice of public school or home school, so no one was forcing her to go to school. Only she didn't have the stomach to let her God-Father educate her. It would remind her too much of her mother's teaching, and he'd never compare to her, and she'd feel bad for thinking it because he was only trying to help them, and, in the end, she'd learn nothing because she was too busy with conflicting emotions.

So she'd chosen public school. Less emotional pain. She could do it. She'd been ignoring people all her life, shutting them out. It was easy, she should be able to breeze through the day without having to say a single word, save for her name to teachers.

Unless they ridiculed her, which they were likely to do. Then she was afraid, but not for her feelings. For their safety. Her power might lash out, and she didn't want there to be an "accident" her God-Father would have to explain, on the first day. She should at least give it a week before she started freaking people out.

Bella glared at herself harder. She wanted to see December. She needed her, because she was afraid the stress would cause her to have a vision or see things, or worse. Make other people see things. She needed to be centered. Needed her sister to help her through the practices they did when Bee was freaking.

Only December was in her piano room. She'd already checked. So there was no going in there. Instead, she settled for the mirror, keeping her eyes firmly on her reflection and forcing herself to focus on what was there. As in what was really there. It seemed like a simple exercise, but taking a moment to focus on reality, even when she wasn't seeing things, always helped her relax.

So, in her mind Bella counted the things in her reflection that were real. Her dark hair, the scar on her jaw, the tattoos that were visible, the feather dangling from her right ear, the scar on her collarbone, the blackness of her eyes, and so on. She mentally counted her tattoos, but only the ones that were visible, because counting things that weren't right in front of her defeated the whole purpose.

Suddenly, there were hands on her shoulders, and she glanced behind her in the mirror, but no one was there. The hands on her shoulders rubbed gently, as if trying to loosen her up and the motion filled her with an unexpected warmth, and instantaneously settled her rattling nerves. "Ben." She whispered, knowing who it was by the sudden shift in the air around her, and the way her mood lightened some. "Get out of here."

"I sensed you needed me. You seemed stressed, so I came." The Light Caster that the witches of Light Magic had sent after her said softly. She still couldn't see him in the mirror, and it unsettled her so she broke his touch and pulled away, heading into her room and grabbing her bag.

"Alright, well you helped." She admitted, though she was only doing it to get him to leave. "Now get out of here." He didn't seem convinced so she sighed. "You can come back after school."

With a shrug and a "good luck", he disappeared and she sighed and slipped down the stairs and out the door. Her God-Father was outrageously rich, and, as such, he'd bought her a red camaro. Most kids would have been excited, but Bee loathed the car. Not only was it cherry red, but it was a nice car in a town where most the kids would be driving pick up trucks. She'd stand out even more than she already did. She'd have rather rode the bus, but the bus didn't come all the way out to the plantation, and it would hurt his feelings, so she'd accepted the car, pretending to be excited.

Or as excited as a girl could be less than a week after the death of her mother.

Once at the school, Bella went to the office and got a schedule as well as a parking spot and other school documents. They asked her if she wanted them to assign someone to show her around and she declined. The school was small, as it was a small town, so it'd be easy to get around.

By the time she was done, it was already second period, and she was thankful that the halls were empty as she went to her locker, and then walked to her first (or well, actually second) class, knocking gently on the door.




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Corey woke with a groan. There was someone banging on his door, and he sat up suddenly. Only he wasn't at home, in bed, and he looked around, confused for a minute as he rubbed the sleep from his face.

He was in his office at the shop. He'd passed out with his face on the desk and a beer in his hand. He glanced around. Thank god he hadn't fallen asleep with a burning cigarette. He'd done that before and it wasn't pleasant. His skin hadn't been the only thing that had gotten burned. He was kind of a mess, and, was incredibly skilled and multitalented, but seemed to attract accidents like a magnet.

"Ryder! I know you're in there, get the fuck up!" Ryder groaned and sighed, standing tiredly and going to the door, whipping it open.

"What Roody?" He glared at the man who'd been his brother's partner in running the place, and was now his. He'd been there for a little less than a year, and he wasn't sure he'd ever get used to the guy. He didn't like having to share management of the shop and so, as such, he didn't like this man.

"You've got some shit needs signed from the courts, new JD coming in." He shrugged and shoved him the papers before taking off.

"You sign them! You run this place too don't you?!" He called after him. "Why do I have to do all the paperwork while you work on the cars?"

Roody didn't stop, just waved his hand dismissively and kept going, calling over his shoulder. "The JD program was your idea. I hate those brats."

Ryrder groaned and ran his hand down his face. "So do I." He muttered, but sighed and went back in his office, tossing the papers on his desk, throwing himself down in the chair. Tiredly, he tried to make sense of the words on the paper, but his eyes kept drifting down to the signature line.

JD's were what they called the teen boys Ryder allowed to work off community service in his shop. It was short for Juvenile Delinquent. In all honesty, Ryder hated teenagers. Especially these types of teens. They all had huge attitudes, and acted like they owned the world. However, the program had been his idea because he wanted to try and help them.

Because he saw a lot of himself in them, and he didn't want them to have to reach the point he had before they realized that, the things they were doing were going to fuck up their lives.

Ryder groaned again and ran his fingers through his hair. He was too tired, the words weren't making any sense to him. So he just sighed, signed the papers and stood, opening his door to go on a mad hunt for decent coffee.

Only he was stopped because there was someone standing there. "Madeline?" He asked, turning his head and looking at her as if to be sure she was really there, confused as Hell as to why she was. He hadn't seen her since he'd dated her back in high school about seven or eight years ago.

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December continued to look out the window as if she was scared to turn around because she thought Peirce might still be behind her, even though, she knew he wasn’t because the palm of her hand wasn’t burning near as bad and she could no longer feel his black energy.

She hadn’t left the house since she’d gotten there a week ago and she wasn’t planning on leaving, but she knew if she stayed in the house any longer, she’d just continue to play that damn song and never stop.

She slipped out of her piano room and the house was silent, save for soft classical music that that drifted from the living room throughout the large house. The house was familiar to her and she knew the layout.

She debated on whether or not to go and lock herself in her room and try to sleep, but then she knew she wouldn’t sleep, despite how exhausted she was. She’d only be inviting Peirce to return and keep her company.

She found herself leaning in the archway of the living room. Arthur sat in in his chair reading the newspaper as he sip his cup of coffee, while listening to his music.

“I’m going into town.” She sighed “Do you need anything?” she offered hoping he’d say no. Arthur never left his house, he had people who ran all his errands for him, he’d earned quite the reputation.

It was quite for a moment and she was getting ready to leave before he spoke. “Actually yes, I owe a bill down at the mechanic shop. Would you stop by and just drop off the money?” he asked. She didn’t want to have to talk to anyone, but she agreed anyways.

She headed upstairs changing into an outfit she knew would cause people to look at her like she’d stepped straight out of a horror movie. But, she didn’t care. Her raven colored hair hung pin straight, stopping at her hips, causing her skin to appear paler against her black hair.

After she was dressed, she headed slipped out of the house, opting for her god-father’s black BMW. She wasn’t completely sure why he had cars if he never left.

Town was a five minuet ride from Arthur’s house and it was a stretch of small family owned business. She’d initially wanted coffee, something strong that would keep her awake for at least a few more hours, but she spotted the mechanic shop before, the coffee shop and pulled in, cutting the engine, tossing her hat in the passenger seat, before stepping out of the car.




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Like he’d predicted he’d slept through first period, the teacher didn’t bother interrupting him, because she’d had him before and she knew there was no used in pushing him, in the end he did what he wanted.

Finally the bell rang for second period and as he headed for his next class he caught up with a few of his friends, who told him there’d be a back to school party Friday night and while he wanted to refuse for his mother’s sake, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to party.

He was dreading this next class simply because he had a feeling, Savannah and her band of Holy Roller girlfriends would be in his second period class, because it was a small school, you saw your classmates at least once and when it came to Savannah, he was unlucky enough to almost always have the same classes.

He slipped into class and there she was with two or three of her cheerleader, holy rolling, stuck up friends he rolled his eyes when they called him over, but he didn’t join them, to avoid them he was forced to sit in the front of the class.

He hated history, so to have to sit in the front for the entire period was torture. All they ever talked about was how the town was founded on old man Ravenbourne and then they debated whether or not he was still alive. Then they’d get into the topic of how there particular town had been home to witch trials. He’d heard the stories one hundred and one times.

Finally the late bell rang and a few more students filed in before the teacher started his “what he expects from the students” lecture. Mitch pulled out his sketch book, pretending to take notes, there was a soft knock on the door that grabbed everyone’s attention as their teacher answered the door.

Mitchell was surprised to see an incredibly beautiful girl, who was completely alluring, he’d never been so taken before and he immediately had to know who she was. She looked exotic and she dressed completely different.

“Everyone quiet down.” The teacher ordered. Mitch had been so busy looking at her he hadn’t even noticed the quite chatter that had broken out around him. “We have a new student.” He sighed as he glanced around the room gesturing for her to take the open seat next to Mitch. “Mind telling us a little about yourself?” the teacher said leaning against his desk, waiting for her to answer him.




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The door opened, revealing her history teacher. She briefly flashed him her schedule and kept her eyes on him, not looking at the students. She knew what they were thinking looking at her. They were thinking she was a freak. Or something in that vicinity. The orphan who'd moved into the old plantation house they weren't even totally sure was inhabited yet. She was creepy. Different.

It wasn't their fault, and she tried not to blame them too harshly as she tried to ignore their whispers and keep herself from freaking out. She was the one who'd been born a witch, and, while that normally wasn't a problem, she'd been born one of the most powerful witches in centuries. Which meant they could sense her power and it made them nervous, even if they didn't know what exactly was agitating them.

So it wasn't their fault. They couldn't help their uneasiness, and she tried to forgive them for that, but there was something else in her screaming that, while they couldn't help that they were nervous around her, they could help treating her like an outsider. That they could help whispering in not-so-hushed tones about her. And worse.

That every single one of them deserved to know exactly what it was about her that made them so nervous.

“Everyone quiet down.” The teacher ordered, bringing her from her conflicting thoughts, and she realized she'd had her fists clenched tightly. Bella sighed, hating to think of what might have happened had her mental tirade gone on a minute longer. Which side would have won this time? Light or dark? “We have a new student.” He sighed as if he was just as unhappy about having her in his class as the students were about having her in their school.

He gestured to a seat right in the front of the class next to a guy she knew was trouble just by looking at him. “Mind telling us a little about yourself?”

Bella looked at him before sitting and looking around the room, making sure to make eye-contact, so she didn't seem frightened. The worst part of being a new student was having the teacher single you out, and it only continued all day, every class. As if adjusting wasn't hard enough being anonymous, they had to put you in the spotlight.

It was nerve-wrecking to come up with the right thing to say. She had to seem hard so they wouldn't pin her as a target for ridicule, but she had to seem unapproachable so they wouldn't find her hardness intriguing and want to test it. She'd have to shock them.

Bella let a wicked smirk come to her lips as she let the silence hang there for a second, only deciding to speak when the teacher twitched nervously, like he felt awkward, and wasn't sure if he wanted to take that as her ignoring the question and move on with class, or force her to answer. "I'm Bellatrix Valentine." She said with a shrug. "That's all you need to know about me." the teacher gave her an expression like he wasn't sure how he wanted to handle her blatant refusal to answer her question before shrugging and sighing.

"Well then, welcome Bellatrix." He said, though it didn't sound welcome and she just shrugged. It was going to be one long ass 85 days. After she was claimed she was going to use her new control over her power to disappear. None of them would ever see her again.

No matter what side Claimed her.




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"Yeah that's right Ryder, I'm really here." Madeline said with a soft laugh as she raised her eyebrows and looked at him. "Damn, it's been such a long time." Her eyes trailed slowly from the top of his head down to his feet, taking him in. "Last time I saw you, you were drunk off your ass, smashed a beer bottle over my head, and called me a whore." She smirked at the painful flash in his eye at the memory. "Nice to see you've got your sit together."

Ryder rolled his eyes. "Madeline... Nolan?" He asked, glancing at her hands.

"Yeah." She said, raising empty hands to show him her fingers. "It's still Nolan. I haven't gotten hitched yet." She explained, her southern accent twanging her words. She'd been born and raised in Louisiana and had one of the strongest accents he'd ever heard. His mother had been the town whore, his father the town drunk, while her mother had been the twon addict, and Madeline had followed in her footsteps, just as he'd followed in his father's. Everyone had thought they were going to get married and repeat history, so to speak.

Then he'd killed his mother and fled the country, and everything had changed.

Ryder looked her over once, then twice. The first surprising thing was that she didn't seem to be high or fucked up. The second was that she looked different. Last time he'd seen her, they'd been in high school, and, while she'd never looked innocent, no one with a background like theirs ever could, she'd definitely looked softer back then. He'd easily been able to push her around and she'd been fine with it, so long as she had an excuse to get out of the house, even if it was to see her abusive, unfaithful boyfriend, catch him cheating, and then have him hit her and call her a slut.

Now she looked tougher somehow, and he caught a glimpse of a scar in her eyebrow under her bangs that hadn't been there before. Silently, he wondered what'd happened to her to make her that way or, if like him, she'd shaped up. "You're not high." He finally said stupidly, and it made a grin stretch across her lips as she took a step towards him.

"Yet." She smirked as she looked up at him. "When I decide to light up, you'll be the first to know, Corey." She said, using his first name, which nearly no one knew.

Ryder shook his head. "What are you doing here Madeline?" He kept repeating her full name instead of using nicknames like Madi, because he didn't want her to think they could get reaquianted. Especially if she was still hooked on drugs. She'd always had a way of making him crazy, and he didn't need that. Not anymore.

"Unlike you, I can't seem to get out of this stupid town." She said with a roll of her eyes like that was the obvious answer and he shook his head, trying not to lose his patience.

"I mean what are you doing here? As in, in my shop?" He asked, making it more clear.

"Right, well I work here now I guess." She said, holding up a paper with a smirk and he swiped it from her, skimming it. "Community service. Apparently drugs are illegal, not like officer Reynolds doesn't shoot up with my mom every Thursday."

Her sarcastic tone was starting to drive him nuts. "That doesn't make sense, this program is community service for teenage boys, not adult drug addicts."

"Ouch." She said with a shrug and a raise of her brow. "Well I'm sorry I don't suit your new fetish for teenage boys Ryder, but I was able to do a little sweet talking. When you've got one judge and you pretty much live in handcuffs, you learn a little about the man." She shrugged and smirked wickedly. "I've got so much shit on him, I could murder someone and get away with it. Anyway, what do you want me to do?"

Ryder shook his head and sighed. "Nothing. You don't know anything about cars. Unless you want to answer the phone and get coffee." He raised a brow and smirk.

"I knew nothing about cars when I was a stupid sixteen year-old. The only thing I knew about them was the best position to get down in the back seat." She rolled her eyes. "But I was off-and-on dating your brother until he died." She said it like it was no big deal, but he saw the flash in her eye. "And he taught me everything he knew."

Ryder sighed in frustration before hearing the familiar sound of car wheels on the gravel parking lot outside. He had a customer, thank god. "Just..." He said, trying to figure out the best way to get away from her. "Just sit in my office until I figure out what I want to do with you."

She raised a brow. "Mmm, hot." She smirked, making him roll his eyes and push past her, eager to have a customer to take his mind off her.

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December lend over the door of the black convertible grabbing the envelope that held the money she was supposed to be paying the owner. She sighed as she glanced to the open garage door of the shop debating of just getting back in the car and leaving.

She clenched her fist as her palms started to burn again. The burning was almost consistent since they’d moved here and she figured it was because Peirce hardly left her alone now, not to mention other caster’s were following her and her sister. Hoping they’d slip up so they could see just how powerfully they really were.

Her and Bella were said to be the most powerful witches they’d seen in centuries, maybe even the most powerful to have ever existed and there powers were only stronger when they were together. But, a part of her wonder how that was even remotely possible when they weren’t even full witches, she knew their father was human, her mother had told her when she’s told her that falling for a human was forbidden.

She ran her fingers through her long silk hair, footsteps on the gravel bringing her from her thoughts, meaning she’d lost her chance to leave, she’d wasted too much time lost in her thoughts and she sighed, now if she got in the car and left while whoever was walking towards her, she’d look like more of a freak then she did all gothed out.

She glanced up for the first time, the guy who was walking towards her, was familiar to her. Not cause she’d ever meet him or seen him in person, but she’d seen him in her nightmares, at least someone who resembled him, which nearly made her heart stop. If her nightmares started to become a reality, she’d have a mental break down.

Thought she played it off cooly on the outside as if nothing was bothering her, she was good a pretending. Her smile thought was nothing short of forced, it was obvious she didn’t want to be there.
“Ryder, right?’ she asked as if she already knew the answer, she lend against the car as if letting him know he had to come to her.

She wasn’t sure how she knew his name, but it wasn’t all that surprising her and Belle knew things about people they’d never met, it was just something that came along with their powers. Once he got to her she held the envelope out to him, that felt thick, with what she assumed was a lot of money.

“Arthur said he owned you some money.” She raised a brow looking to him.

He was close enough, she knew he’d be able to feel her energy, that she was different, that’s why most humans avoided her and her sister, because they could feel there power. Though they weren’t smart enough to actually figure out why they felt that way around them, but it scared them. One thing she’d learned about the humans is they didn’t like what they couldn’t explain. She sighed as she waited for his judgmental look or his nervous thank you before quickly leaving her presence.




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He smirked as the teacher gestured for her to sit down next to him. There was something, beautifully off about her something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, but it excited him and intrigued him. He suddenly had the urge to draw her as if he wanted to remember her forever.

"I'm Bellatrix Valentine." he raised a brow at the way she’d said her name and had left it at that "That's all you need to know about me.” he smirked at how blunt she was.

He could hear Savannah and her friends whispering behind them and he rolled his eyes. It was obvious she wasn’t from around her, so he already knew Savannah would take it upon herself to talk to her about going to church, because she would think she needed it.

The teacher once again told the class to quiet down before he started his lecture, just like Mitch had called it, he’d gone straight into the topic of the Ravenbourne family and how they founded the town. Mitchell turned to his sketch book using his pencil to quickly outline the structure of her face, so he could finish it later.

“Mr. Sullivan.” The teacher spoke causing him to glance up with a smirk as he shut his sketch book.

“Mr. Peterson.” He mocked causing a few of the kids he hung out with to laugh.

“Since you want to focus more on practicing more of you graffiti skills, would you care to enlighten us on the history of our quaint little city?” the teacher smirked as if he knew he’d stumped Mitchell.

Mitch rolled his eyes “Raven, Louisiana was founded in 1814…by the creepy ass Ravenbourne family.” He said bordely having heard the story a million times.

“Watch your language Sullivan.” He said before returning to his lecture.

“So new girl, need a tour guide.” He asked in a hush tone with a wicked smirk. “As you can see I’m pretty informative.” He winked, referring to his answer to the teachers question.




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Bella could hear the girls behind her, near the back of the room whispering in hushed, excited tones, and Bee had to struggle to keep herself from getting too hung up on it. She was in a small town, of course they were totally freaking out at the sight of her. Anyone who's buisness they didn't know, they made it their job to figure out, so she wasn't stupid. Her naturally secretive nature would peg her instantly as a common subject for gossip.

But she'd done it a hundred times. She'd been living with the whispers her entire life. She could do it again.

Only this time she wouldn't be skipping town in less than a month for some foreign, exotic country. She'd have to stick it out for 85 days. Almost three months. Much longer than she'd ever been in one place. It would be absolutely agonizing to be the subject of gossip in the town for 85 days. She picked the edge of her black velvet dress, one of her more normal clothing choices though still pretty gothic, as her mind went back and forth between trying to ignore them, and wanting to hurt them.

Finally, the teacher hushed the class to start the lecture, though Trix was no idiot. She could still feel their eyes on her, and it made her a little on-edge, but she didn't do or say anything. As long as they kept their distance things would be fine. If they decided it would be fun to screw with her, she was afraid of what might happen. B sighed as she glanced at the clock, wincing when she realized this was only the beginning. She had five more periods left to go, plus the first one she'd missed the next day. She couldn't even focus on the teacher's voice, she was too on-edge, waiting for passing period. During that time, she could slip into the bathroom and relax for a second before her next class.

“Mr. Sullivan.” The teacher said, interrupting her mental stress as he addressed the guy sitting next to her. She glanced over just in time to see him slap a notebook closed, but she caught a flash of the paper before he did so. She didn't get what was on the paper, but she had seen that it was lineless. So it wasn't a normal notebook. Was he an artist? He didn't look like it. He looked like the kind of guy who smoked in the bathroom during passing period, and liked to piss teachers off just for the hell of it. Not the kind who spent his free time sketching.

“Mr. Peterson.” He mocked, proving Belle's thoughts right. He was a trouble-maker. Maybe she'd missed the lines on the paper because the pages were moving too fast.

“Since you want to focus more on practicing more of your graffiti skills, would you care to enlighten us on the history of our quaint little city?” The teacher asked in that way that had always irritated Trix. Why did teacher insist on pointing kids out who clearly did not want to answer their question? As if mocking them in front of the class is going to encourage them to like the class more, or get interested in the subject. It was just downright cruel.

However, the guy next to her didn't seem fazed, merely rolled his eyes. “Raven, Louisiana was founded in 1814… By the creepy ass Ravenbourne family.” He said and Bella's shoulders tightened some. He'd called her God-father and his family creepy. Sure, she wasn't directly related to him, and she'd only known him for a week, but he was her family now, so by insulting his family, he was insulting her. Besides, the only thing Mr. Ravenbourne had ever done was try to help her and her sister adjust. He was a good man. He owned more than half the town, but didn't flaunt it, and yet, all anyone in the town ever did was spread cruel rumors about him. No wonder he never came outside. These people were downright hateful of anyone or anything that didn't go to church and fit with their ways of living. It was ironic that the swampy ass little town full of dead beat fuck ups had such high standards, and so harshly judged the only one among them who had class.

Sure, there were a few rich, pompous families who's ancestors had been living there since the start of the town. But most of the people there were some form of addict or dealer. They partied too much, and had little money. The town was once rich, but the glitter of New Orleans not too far away had taken that from them. The people that inhabited the town now were people that had lost a lot of business in their shops due to the city and the highway that seperated them from the traffic coming to and from it. It was a pretty town, but it was the kind of place people got stuck in, and, though they may not like it, never seemed to be able to get out.

Ironic that she'd been travelling her entire life, and was the last person to take up a permanent resident, and yet, she too had gotten stuck.

“Watch your language Sullivan.” The teacher scolded, dragging her from her thoughts, before going back to his lecture and Bella tried to pay attention, but the guy next to her spoke.

“So new girl, need a tour guide?” He asked and she looked over at him to see the wicked smirk on his lips. She wasn't dumb enough to think he was actually wanting to show her around. Anyone who talked to her wanted to, either ridicule her, get gossip for their friends, or had some ulterior motive or prank in mind. “As you can see I’m pretty informative.” He winked, and she rolled her eyes.

"Actually, you're a dumbass." She said bluntly. He knew nothing. He didn't know what he was talking about when he'd called her family creepy. "And you know nothing." Trix smirked. "So no, I don't need your help." She shrugged and rolled her eyes. "Besides, the plantation is bigger than this school. I think I can manage." She said, making a point not to call her God-Father's house her home.




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Ryder ignored his ex as she went into his office and he walked past her, heading out the the garage and out the open door, eager to get to the customer before Roody did and he was forced to go back and deal with Madeline. Of everyone he hadn't wanted to see when he moved back, Madi was probably at the top of that list because she was the most likely to drive him nuts.

Outside, he saw the person who'd pulled up. It was a girl, bending over to grab something from in her black convertible. She was dressed fully in the most gothic attire he'd seen anyone in the town ever wear. Her long dark hair and pale skin made her look like something out of a dark fantasy, and she was eerily beautiful. “Ryder, right?’ She asked from across the lot as she leaned on her car and he nodded and finsihed closing the distance between them.

It wasn't too unusual for someone he didn't know to know his name. Everyone in the town did. For one, he owned the only mechanic shop and most residents of the town owned old beater pick-up trucks, so nearly everyone had come in at least once. However, if you didn't know him personally, you heard about him from someone else.

He was a local celebrity. His life had been a popular subject of town gossip since the day he was born. It used to be all negitive gossip, but lately, now that he was back, it was positive. People in the bored little town who had nothing to do but drink and smoke saw him as a saint or a hero, because, unlike them, he'd managed to get out of the town and turn himself into a decent person, and because of the JD program, and the fact that he was caring for his little sister.

He was used to strangers smiling and waving at him like they knew him. This girl held an envelope out to him, and he took it. There was something off about her that he couldn't explain, and just standing near her jangled his nerves, though he wasn't sure if it was in a good way or a bad way. There was something dark and mysterious about her that would make most people shift nervously, but only made him curious. He wanted to get to know her. To learn the secrets that made her so mysterious.

“Arthur said he owned you some money.” She said simply, and he raised his eyebrow at her. The envelope was thick, so he should have guessed it had to be the old man paying him. Only a few others in town had that kind of money. 70% of his work had to be done as "favors for a friend", or "I owe you"'s. If he had a dime for everytime someone brought their truck in and promised him they'd owe him a favor, or they'd pay them later, it would add up to more money than he'd ever made when he was actually paid.

However, he liked working too much to send them away, and if he sent them all away, he'd have no buisness because they'd tell their friends who were actually willing to pay, and, not only would he not get to do anything, but he'd also be making no money.

So in the end, Arthur was the first person who'd ever paid him fully. Ryder was fair, and had tried to offer the man he'd sent the same price he offered everyone else, not wanting to cheat the old man just because he had money, but he'd just sent the man back the next day demanding to know the real price.

"Yeah, had to fix up that camaro for him." He said with a grin, remembering it. Mostly, he had to work on rusty old buckets of bolts, so it had been a treat to get to do work on something powerful and expensive. And it had needed a lot of work. "Tell him if he ever needs someone for any of his other cars, I'm his guy. Don't go to the city like most of the rich folks around here do. They'll charge double, and won't have half as much fun doing it as I will and you'll just have to take it back a week later because they didn't do it right."

He looked her over for a second. "Thanks for bringing it over." He wanted to ask her a hundred questions about the man in the house at the edge of town, but he didn't want to offend her. "You must be one of the girls he's taken in?" He asked, looking at her. She looked too old to have to live with Mr. Ravenbourne, but who wouldn't want to? The man was loaded. "The whole town's been talking about it for a week."

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She was honestly surprised when he’d taken the envelope and didn’t look over her like she was some kind of circus freak or run away like she had some kind of disease, like everyone else did. She was getting ready to leave before he spoke to her.

"Yeah, had to fix up that camaro for him." she glanced back to him surprised he was talking to her like she was a normal person so she decided to listen. "Tell him if he ever needs someone for any of his other cars, I'm his guy. Don't go to the city like most of the rich folks around here do. They'll charge double, and won't have half as much fun doing it as I will and you'll just have to take it back a week later because they didn't do it right."

She wasn’t really listening to his words, because there was nothing intriguing about them. She was pretending to listen to what he had to say simply because he’d been civil enough to treat her normally an she figured she odd it to him.


"Thanks for bringing it over."he said and finally she started to listen again as if his thank you was her cue she could finally leave. "You must be one of the girls he's taken in? The whole town's been talking about it for a week." but then he continued asking her a question that the answer was bluntly obvious, if her and her sister’s unnatural beauty didn’t give them away, the way they dressed certainly did.

She sighed, running her fingers through her hair again before nodding as she glanced to him, giving him a more natural and not so forced smile.

“Yep, the older one.” She said crossing her arms in front of her, she wasn’t stupid she knew everyone had a million questions about her god-father, they were just too scared to ask. “So you better run before I steal your soul.” She said sarcastically, before sighing, she was cold and fairly bitter towards the humans, so even when one was trying to be nice she still seemed to have some smart ass remark. “Do you guys buy chance have a coffee shop or something?” she asked trying to change the subject.

She figured asking a local instead of spending the next hour looking for it would probably be a better idea, she was exhausted and her five measly hours of sleep was catching up to her, she knew coffee would only fight off sleep for a few more hours before she’d eventually have to give in.




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He waited for her answer and he knew any minuet he’d get yelled at by the teacher, because he was always getting yelled at, it was something the teacher’s and Raven High had gotten used to. Mitch was practically on of the only none religious, trouble making, back talking rebels who stepped out of line all the time.

"Actually, you're a dumbass." he raised a brow not expecting that answer, but he couldn’t help but laugh. "And you know nothing. So no, I don't need your help." he wasn’t used to having a girl, talk to him the way she was and it amused him "Besides, the plantation is bigger than this school. I think I can manage. he sighed realizing that she was one of the orphans his cousin had been talking about.

“Damn girl, put the claws away.” He smirked not offended by what she’d said. “I’m sure that house is bad ass, but just for the record, a guy who never comes out of his house…it’s a little creepy.” He shrugged.

“Mitchell Sullivan….do you want detention?” the teacher scolded

“The full names is only terrifying when my mother says it.” He mocked yet again “I’d love it…give me my pink slip so I can get out of here.” He smirked up at the teacher.

The teacher rolled his eyes, but he didn’t wright him the slip because he knew it wasn’t really worth it, it didn’t faze Mitch and he’d only be making it harder on whatever teacher was in charge of detention.

“Didn’t mean to offend you.” He said opting to leave her alone as he turned his attention back to his sketch book opening a blank page.

“Mitch.” The teacher said yet again and Mitchell rolled his eyes.

“What?” he said starting to get irritated.

“Since you seem so smitten to talk to Miss Valentine you two will be partnered for the project.” The teacher said looking between the two of them. “Miss Holbrooke?” Mr. Peterson said looking to Savannah.

“Well, I don’t think it’s such a good idea to put someone like Mitch who’s already lost, with someone who can’t be saved.” She said in a voice so sweet it made you want to puke.

“Thank you for your input Savannah, but this isn’t church.” Mitchell was quick to interfere, not even bothering to look at her.




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“Damn girl, put the claws away.” He smirked and she ignored him. It was a typical response. That, or sudden hostility. Usually it started as general defense against her sharp words, then anger and cruel words, then they finally got the picture and left her alone like she wanted. “I’m sure that house is bad ass, but just for the record, a guy who never comes out of his house…it’s a little creepy.” He shrugged and she rolled her eyes, not wanting to answer. She wanted to defend Arthur, but she didn't want it to open up more conversation.

“Mitchell Sullivan….do you want detention?” The teacher scolded and she half hoped he'd follow through so he'd leave her alone, but Bella could tell just by looking at the man that it was an empty threat. He looked almost exasperated, like he was already dreading a long year of having the guy in his class because he didn't know what to do with him.

“The full name is only terrifying when my mother says it.” The boy mocked. “I’d love it…give me my pink slip so I can get out of here.” He smirked up at the teacher and Bella couldn't help but smirk herself at the fact that he'd called the teacher out, knowing he wouldn't do it. And he didn't. Just like Trix had guessed.

“Didn’t mean to offend you.” He said simply and she just shrugged and didn't look at him, glad the conversation was over as he went back to his notebook.

“Mitch.” The teacher said and B glanced over that the notebook he had was a sketchbook, because the page he had it open to was blank. That was interesting. She raised her eyebrows and studied the guy's face as he went back to arguing with the teacher.

“What?” He said, clear irritation in the tone of his voice.

“Since you seem so smitten to talk to Miss Valentine you two will be partnered for the project.” The teacher said, causing her to whip her head back to him. Fuck! How'd she manage to get partnered with someone for a project on her first day? She hadn't even talked to him.

“Miss Holbrooke?” Mr. Peterson said, and Bella glanced behind her to see a perfect-barbie-blond had her hand raised.

“Well, I don’t think it’s such a good idea to put someone like Mitch who’s already lost, with someone who can’t be saved.” She said in a sweet voice and Bella raised her eyebrows before turning back around and looking at the teacher. Preacher's daughter, that's who she was. She could tell already. Not only because of her powers but because she had an eerie way of reading people. A comment like that only came from someone highly religious and the way she seemed to be the center of her little clique of girls in the back meant she was their leader so she had to be the preacher's daughter.

“Thank you for your input Savannah, but this isn’t church.” Mitch countered and Bella chuckled and glanced at the gitrl.

"We'll try to refrain from doing our history project on spell casting." She spat sarcastically, not about to let her get away with her comment. "But if we need you and your bible to come help us, we'll call." She smirked before turning back around.

The teacher was frowning at her, like he wasn't sure if he wanted to yell at her on her first day or not and she just shrugged. "Are you going to yell at me or teach?" She asked, breaking the stunned silence. Normally new kids were all shy and just trying to fit in, but she didn't take shit, and she didn't want to fit in. Fitting in meant trying to make friends and she wasn't there for that.




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“Yep, the older one.” She answered and he nodded, looking her over, wondering if her sister was the same as her, with the mysterious aura about her. “So you better run before I steal your soul.” She said sarcastically, and he raised his eyebrows. He'd heard the rumors.

People thought her and her sister, as well as the old man, were some sort of devil worshipers. Mostly because so far, they'd been there for a week and no one had seen them, and Arthur had been living in that house his entire life and never left. When he was younger, they used to dare each other to break in and make sure the man wasn't dead, and he'd done so about a million and one times.

However, their rumors of magic and darkness hadn't really caught on with him. The town liked to shove religion down people's throats. They were avid church-goers, and anyone who didn't attend was considered a Satanist. Despite the fact that the whole town was high at any given point during the day. So he tended to ignore their hypocritical rumors.

Still, now that he was standing a few feet from her, he couldn't blame them for some of their thoughts. She was strangely alluring and terrifying at the same time. “Do you guys by chance have a coffee shop or something?”

Ryder nodded. "Yeah, it's up the street, I was actually just headed there." He said, glancing over his shoulder at the shop, seeing Roody come out.

"Hey, why's Clayton's crack whore of a fiance doing here?" He asked before he saw the girl and Corey winced. She was a customer, but he was confused. Clayton was his brother. He'd had a fiance.

"Who? Madi?" He asked, glancing at him. "She was his fiance?"

He nodded and Ryder rolled his eyes, and, as if on cue, she came out behind Roody. "Ah shit, guess I forgot I was supposed to marry your brother before he had to die on me." She said with a smirk as she placed her hands on her hips and looked at him, though he knew that she wasn't as nonchalant about it as she seemed because of the flash he'd seen in her eyes earlier when she'd said something about dating him. He shot her a look from across the lot. "What? I got bored waiting around for you in your office."

Then she saw the girl he was talking to and her eyes widened. "Is that-?" She started before jogging over and laughing. Ryder saw Roody roll his eyes and scoff before slipping back inside. "It is. It's one of those freaky sisters that moved in a week ago." She smirked as she looked the girl over and he winced at how she was talking about her like she couldn't hear.

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"Yeah, it's up the street, I was actually just headed there." he said and she cursed herself for having asked because, now she felt slightly obligated to go with him, although she wanted nothing to do with anyone in the town.

She was glad when his attention was taken from her and she let out a breath, she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in as another guy came out yelling about someone’s low life fiancé.

She rolled her eyes, getting ready to leave for a second time before she heard a girls voice, saying she was tired of waiting on Ryder. She felt more than a little out of place not that, that was anything new.

"Is that-?" the girl said as she jogged over and Emmie already knew what was coming next and she braced herself "It is. It's one of those freaky sisters that moved in a week ago." the girl said casually as if Em wasn’t there. She clenched her fists, she had to keep her powers under control, or she really would prove to them that she was really a freak.

“I may be a freak but at least I’m not a slut.” December spat back in a poisonous tone and she could feel her anger rising. She shook her head “Now I know why he locks himself away.” Ember said more to herself referring to her god-father.

She turned to get into her car, before she really lost control. If she stayed there any longer, she knew she’d end up hurting the girl.
“You should really learn to put a muzzle on your bitch.” Ember said bitterly as she got into her car.




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"We'll try to refrain from doing our history project on spell casting. But if we need you and your bible to come help us, we'll call." She said with a smirk and Mitch glanced back to Savannah who looked completely offended and he just shrugged. "Are you going to yell at me or teach?" she said and he brought his attention back to her for only a second as the teacher sighed and went on with his lecture.

The rest of the period was fairly boring as he doodled in his sketch book, not really drawing, because he’d never actually do that at school, finally the bell for break rang and although it was only ten minutes, it was still better than nothing before their third period.

He shoved his crap into his backpack before glancing to the new girl, he debated whether or not to just leave well enough alone, but a part of him wanted to know everything about her and that part always won.

“So miss lady, you can’t be having fun…and I know you said you don’t need a tour guide, but what do you say to a cigarette behind the school?” he asked with a wicked smirk “Just me and you.” He said with a shrug.

He was already preparing himself for a no, because he’d only known her for the past forty minutes and he already knew she wanted nothing to do with him or Raven, Louisiana and he didn’t blame her, because in all honest, if he was the new kid, he wouldn’t want anything to do with anyone in the damn town.

“Promise I won’t bite.” He smirked, his southern accent wasn’t strong, but it was still there and somehow even with his bad boy persona, his light accent seemed to make him a little more of a gentlemen.




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Finally, the teacher went back to teaching, and attention was taken off her, though she could still feel the piercings glares of the girls behind her and was still able to hear their not-so-secret whispers. Inside, she told herself she could do it because she'd done it before. It was easy, she told herself.

Only her fingers where white-knuckling her chair as she sat there, trying to keep control of herself so she didn't lash out. Physically, verbally, or magically. It was easier to tell yourself you could do it when you knew you'd be moving in less than a few weeks. It was easier when you could run home and cry to your mother about how awful the kids had been and then, without a second's hesitation, she'd pack everything and you'd hit the road just because your feelings were hurt and she hated seeing you that way. No matter how withdrawn she'd become, her mother had always moved if Bella had asked.

Only she didn't have any of that anymore. Now she was stuck and would have to deal with a whole school filled with hateful kids for the next three months no matter what. There was always letting he God-father home-school her, but she'd already decided against it. She couldn't do that to her mother. It would feel like a betrayal of the worst kind to let someone else home school her because, even though her mother had drawn into herself more and more near the end of her life, she'd always seemed to genuinely enjoy teaching her. It had seemed to be the single activity that could ground her, and bring her back to earth. And her mother had been a spectacle when she taught. She wasn't dull, and didn't lecture.

She was full of life, and you could see in her eyes as she danced around, voice varying between wild shouts of passion and soft whispers, like she was sharing a secret, that she truly loved to teach. So that was how Bellatrix blocked out their hateful comments.

With thoughts of her mother.

December had been her mother for a lot of her life, during the times their true mother couldn't perform her duties of caring for her, but, in the rare moments her eyes would focus, their real mother would look at them with so much love, you'd know there was no way in hell she was reserved because she was abandoning them.

Finally, the bell rang, and it woke her from her thoughts, and Bee was happy she hadn't cried as she gathered her things and moved to duck from the room, wanting to get to the bathroom.

The good thing about a bottle of vodka was, not only did it make her emotionally numb, but magically as well, and she had a water bottle filled with the clear liquid for that exact purpose calling her name in her back. She wouldn't be able to hurt anyone, and they wouldn't be able to hurt her. She had ten minutes to get herself buzzed and get to her next class.

However, the guy that had been sitting next to her was in her way and looking at her like a science project he could pick apart.“So miss lady, you can’t be having fun…and I know you said you don’t need a tour guide, but what do you say to a cigarette behind the school?” He asked and she raised a brow. Did he think she was stupid? He was either going to get her alone so he could see if he could get any good gossip on her, or he was leading her into some prank. Probably something stupid too, like an egging. All human teenage pranks were stupid.

Nothing as spectacular as she could do, that was for sure. “Just me and you.” He said and she looked him over carefully, trying to figure out if he was sincere or not. He probably wasn't, she knew that. No one wanted to spend time with her unless they were going to run off and tell their friends about it twenty minutes later. Her power had a strange allure to it, but it was also tinged with darkness and that tended to repel people. “Promise I won’t bite.”

Bella sighed, unable to believe she was going to go along with it, but, if he was sincere, she could really use a cigarette. "Alright." She said, eyes on his. "But I swear to god, if this is some dumb prank, I'll fuck you up." She gestured to the door. "Lead the way, tourguide." She said with a smirk.




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Ryder was seconds from telling Madi she better shut up before he shut her up, because she was acting like a rude bitch to this girl who she didn't even know, talking about her like she wasn't there and calling her a freak. However, the new girl beat him to it. “I may be a freak but at least I’m not a slut.” She spat and Ryder had to stifle a laugh as he raised his eyebrows. Ah shit, that was a good one, and Madi would be pissed at him later for smirking, but he couldn't help it. Anyone who made fun of Madeline was a friend of his, and the fact that she'd so bluntly called her out made her twenty times more attractive. If that were possible.

“Now I know why he locks himself away.” The girl said, and he raised an eyebrow, wondering what she meant by that, though it wasn't exactly directed at him or Madeline, it was more of a personal comment, so he ignored it.

He watched as she turned to get in her car, looking pissed, and Ryder couldn't blame her. "You should really learn to put a muzzle on your bitch.” She said, and this time Ryder did laugh, earning him a dirty look from Madi.

She lunged forward, like she was going to say something, but he just pushed her back effortlessly. "She's not my bitch anymore." He said to the girl, and he could practically feel Madi seething from where he held her back. "She was my brother's before he died." He shrugged and looked at Madeline, like he was considering something, before looking back at the girl with a smirk. "But thank you, I'll consider your feedback."

At this point, Madeline looked utterly outraged and Ryder simply chuckled and rolled his eyes, calling Roody over from where he was still standing in the garage doorway to drag Madi back inside before she did any further damage.

Finally, he turned back to the girl, who was in her convertable, but he didn't step back. Actually, he stepped closer to the vehicle, looking down at her with a smirk. "Sorry about her. She can be a real bitch." He said with a shrug. "But, hey, you still going to that coffee shop? Maybe we could carpool?" He smiled his charming smile that had all the girls in Raven, and even some of the older women, pining after him. "If not it's cool, I just think anyone who can piss Madi off like that is worth having a cup of coffee with." He shrugged. "I'll even pay."

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"She's not my bitch anymore. She was my brother's before he died." Ember rolled her eyes as she got into her car she was scared if she stayed there any longer all of them would get hurt. "But thank you, I'll consider your feedback."

She wasn’t mad at what the girl had said because, he couldn’t count how many times she’d been called a freak or something ten times worse. Freak was among the nicer things people called her and Belle. It was the simple fact that she hadn’t been decent enough to wait till she left or at least whisper about her. No matter where her and her sister went they were always the center of attention in a bad way and she hated it. She put her keys in the ignition, starting the car.


"Sorry about her. She can be a real bitch." he said bring her from her thoughts "But, hey, you still going to that coffee shop? Maybe we could carpool?" she glanced up to him realizing for the first time how close her had gotten "If not it's cool, I just think anyone who can piss Madi off like that is worth having a cup of coffee with." she sighed, she wasn’t exactly wanting company, plus getting involved with a human even for something as simple as a cup of coffee, was not a good idea "I'll even pay."

She looked away for a second, she should say no, but at the same time, he was the only person who’d treated her normally in years. She glanced back to him with a smirk, gesturing with a simple side nod of her head for him to get into the passenger side. She tossed her hat to the back seat, as soon as he was in the car, she backed up and peeled out of the parking lot heading further into the small town.

She didn’t talk to him, mostly because she rarely ever talked to anyone but her mother or her sister. She wasn’t awkward, there was no possible way a witch could be awkward, they were too alluring and beautiful. She drove faster than the speed limit as if she wasn’t worried about cops, like she owned the road.

She finally pulled into the parking lot of the small coffee shop, getting out of the car pulling her long dark hair to her side glancing to him with a wicked smirk.

“No questions about him. No questions about me or where I came from.” She said crossing her arms in front of him “The less we talk the better.” She said coldly although she didn’t really mean it, that way, it was just how she was use to talking to anyone that wasn’t Belle or her God-father.




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He waited patiently for her answer as if he had nothing better to do. He fixed the strap of his backpack, securing it on his should, as he lend against his desk cooly. Finally she sighed and he already knew that meant yes, causing him to smirk.

"Alright. But I swear to god, if this is some dumb prank, I'll fuck you up." she said gesturing to the door and he wanted to ask why she thought it would be a prank or more importantly why he looked like that kind of guy, but he figured it be best if he just kept his thoughts to himself for now. "Lead the way, tourguide." he nodded as he walked past her heading out the door.

He walked next to her through the halls of their school, earning looks from everyone, but he could care less what anyone thought about her or him, make that clear as he flipped of the jocks as he passed them, causing a few of the cheerleaders including Savannah to gasp. He knew he’d get shit for immediately befriending the freaky new girl, but the only made hanging out with her that much better.

He led her out the back doors of the school, holding them open for her and making a gesture that said after you, before glancing back to where Savannah and all the rest of the popular kids that used to be his friends stood shocked, shooting them a cocky smirk.

The two of them walked past the football field and around the back, to an empty parking lot, where a few other leather jacket, pierced, punk looking misfits were gather. There were four of them who nodded casually to Mitch as they saw him.

They were Mitch’s new group of friends, other kids from fucked up, shitty homes, who didn’t care who you were or what brand of cloths you wore, they liked you for who you for the misfit you were.

“Okay so I lied.” He smirked “It’s not just the two of us.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal.

“Already harassing the new girl, Scully?” one of the guys smirked.

Mitch rolled his eyes, stopping in front of the group of four, grabbing the back of cigarettes and lighter from the guy, before sipping his beer. He lit a cigarette for himself before passing the pack to Bella as he took a swig from the beer.

“Fuck you.” He spat before taking a long drag off the cigarette and blowing the smoke out in perfectly practiced O’s He glanced to Bellatrix “The ass hole who supplied our cigarettes is Tommy…” he gestured to the guy who’d said he was harassing Bella “Then you got Derrick, Tony, and Rus.” He said gesturing to three other guys who looked like they stepped straight out of grease.

He paused for a moment to take another drink from the beer before he glanced to a strikingly, beautiful girl, with black hair and piercing silver-blue eyes, gothed, like she’d gone shopping in December’s closet.

“And, that hot little number there is Aurora, but don ‘t be fooled she’s nothing like sleeping beauty.” He smirked wickedly as the girl flashed him the finger. “She’s the only girl in this whole damn school who’s rejected me.” He sighed as if it really hurt him.

“Fuck off Mitch.” She spat before glancing to Bella with a smirk “Don’t be fooled by him sweetheart. You should get out while you still can.” She said bluntly to Bella, not at all bothered by the energy she felt or the rumors she’d heard about the girl. “And I swear to god Mitchell…if you call me Aurora one more god damn time.” She shook her head irritated

“Sorry it’s Rory, now.” Mitch corrected rolling his eyes. “Anyways…thanks for the pack.” He said flashing Tommy the pack of cigarette “But, I kind of promised her we’d be alone.” He smirked as he grabbed Bell’s wrist pulling her away from his group of friends. “Sorry about them.” He said once they were out of ear shot, realizing his wrist and offering her the rest of his beer.




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Bella sighed and followed him outside and around to the back of the school. They were in a mostly deserted parking lot, however there were a few kids hanging around. She looked at Mitch for a second, before back at the kids. They all looked like leather-clad delinquents. Not that she cared, she was the last person to judge based on appearance. But Mitch had told her it would be just the two of them.

“Okay so I lied.” He smirked and she rolled her eyes but didn't turn away like she probably should have. “It’s not just the two of us.” He shrugged and she was about to say something when one of the guys spoke up and she turned her attention on him.

“Already harassing the new girl, Scully?” He smirked, and Bella sighed. She hated that label. "the new girl." Sure, it wasn't inaccurate or anything. She was the new girl, but she hated always being the new girl. She watched as Mitch swiped a pack of cigarettes from the guy before taking one and then handing it off to her. She smirked and lit herself one, inhaling deeply as she looked around at the group.

“Fuck you.” Mitch spat back before turning his eyes back on her. “The ass hole who supplied our cigarettes is Tommy…” He introduced and she nodded at him, but didn't say anything as she exhaled a cloud of smoke. “Then you got Derrick, Tony, and Rus.” He said gesturing to the other guys.

She watched as he paused for a minute to take a swig of his beer before going back to introducing her to the last person in the group. An extremely pretty gothically dressed girl with dark hair and bright eyes.

“And, that hot little number there is Aurora, but don ‘t be fooled she’s nothing like sleeping beauty.” He smirked at the girl as she flicked him off, and Bella raised her eyebrows and took a drag off her cigarette, glancing between the two. “She’s the only girl in this whole damn school who’s rejected me.” Belle had to keep herself from scoffing out loud and saying something bitter and sarcastic. So he was that kind of guy? The kind that's gotten with the school's entire female population?

“Fuck off Mitch.” The girl spat quickly. “Don’t be fooled by him sweetheart. You should get out while you still can. And I swear to god Mitchell…if you call me Aurora one more god damn time.” She smirked.

“Sorry it’s Rory, now.” Mitch corrected before thanking his friend for the pack of cigarettes. He stepped forward and grabbed her wrist to pull her away. It was a simple touch, nothing intimate, but his fingers on her skin caused a strange tingling sensation that almost made her yank away from him.

However, she didn't want to have to explain to everyone there why she'd suddenly pulled away like a freak, so she let him pull her. “Sorry about them.” He said after they were out of earshot and he released her wrist.

She sighed and shrugged, choosing to pretend she'd imagined the feeling. "Nah, don't apologize, I like them." She said simply as she took a drag off her cigarette and ignored his offer for the beer and, instead, reached into her bag and pulled out her vodka-filled water bottle, taking a drink.




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Ryder smirked back at her when she gave him a nod to get in and went quickly around to the passenger side, hopping in before she had the chance to change her mind, seeing as she seemed rather reluctant. However, she didn't kick him out, merely took off and he smirked at her. She liked to drive fast. In a small town like theirs, some cop who thought he was the FBI was bound to pull them over.

But strangely, no one did, and moments later, they pulled to a stop in the parking lot of the coffee shop. “No questions about him. No questions about me or where I came from.” She said as he raised a brow and got out of the car, watching her. “The less we talk the better.”

Ryder chuckled and sighed. "Alright, we wont talk about you." He shrugged, though he was dying to know more about her, he didn't want to piss her off. "We'll just get coffee and sit there in awkward silence." He laughed and rolled his eyes before heading into the shop.

The cashier, a young blonde who's younger sister was friends with his sister grinned when she saw them. "Hi Ryder!" She piped, like seeing him was the highlight of her day. "How are things at the garage, and with your sister?" She asked nicely.

Ryder chuckled. "The garage is running the same way it always has. By the skin of my teeth." He said with a shrug. "And Milly's not doing great, but so far, she doesn't seem to be getting worse." He sighed, not really wanting to talk about his sister, in the New Orleans hospital with cancer. The same sickness that took the woman he'd wanted to marry, not too long ago.

"Well I hope she gets better, Ava really loves her." She said, referring to her younger sister. "We all do, and we pray for her every Sunday at church." He just shrugged and she seemed to understand that was the end of the conversation, so she smiled. "So just your usual black coffee?" Ryder shook his head and smirked.

"Nah, actually, I have a guest today." He smiled charmingly, glancing back at December. "What would you like?"

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"Alright, we won’t talk about you. We'll just get coffee and sit there in awkward silence." she couldn’t help but smirk.

She followed him into the coffee shop, it was small, dark, and exactly what you’d expect from a small town. She didn’t mine it though, she’d rather be in a small town then a big city. Caster’s tended to stick to big cities as opposed to small town like Raven.

"Hi Ryder!" a peppy voice sounded from the register, bringing December from her thoughts.

But, she was only able to catch the very beginning of their conversation, before her attention was pulled away from Ryder and the cashier to the black snake with ruby red eyes the slithered across the floor.

She fought back a shiver as it slithered across her boots, nearly blending into the blackness of her shoes. She struggled to keep her breathing under control as everything around her disappeared suddenly.

She knew what was happening and yet she couldn’t stop it, her reality and dreams were colliding, because she hadn’t slept for days and it was all catching up with her. Normally she could keep her nightmares separate from reality, she’d spent her whole life keeping the two of them separate, that was the only reason she could help Belle control her own visions. But, everything had gotten increasingly worse since she’d gotten to Raven.

“Just give in Ember. Your only hurting yourself, by refusing to sleep.” The voice was eerie and she couldn’t fight the shiver that the voice provoked, it was Peirce, the palm of her hand was on fire. He was always trying to get her to give into her nightmares, because he knew if anything could turn her to the dark side it’d be the contents of her dreams.

She glanced up to see that she was standing in the center of a circle made up primarily of guys, their eyes were blacker then her hair and their faces were frighteningly distorted, they would be terrifying to any normal person and could easily drive them to insanity, but they didn’t faze Emmie, because she’d seen them so many times.

She knew she was slipping further and further into an unconscious state and she knew any moment, she’d be pass out in the middle of the coffee shop, everyone would start freaking out and they’d call the ambulance and she’d be stuck inside her head for the next twelve hours, it had happened before.

And once she was as far gone as she was at the very moment, there was no pulling her out of it, if you tried waking her up, it risked her using her more dangerous magic, without being able to control it. But, no one short of her father had ever been able to pull her from her from slipping into her unconscious, brutal nightmares.

The hands of the demonic looking people around her reached out gripping her tightly as if they were getting ready to pull her down to the darkest depths of hell and she braced herself for it because it was something that happened often, she fought back tears, because the things she saw made her physically sick, the things that happened to her were more terrifying than any black magic caster.

But despite the adrenaline that pump through her veins from the fear that took over her body, her facial expression and body language remained unchanged as if nothing that was happening to her fazed. She wasn’t sure how she’d always managed to stay strong and keep her fear hidden, but she was grateful she did.

The floor opened up underneath her and she could literally feel the heat on her skin, like she was standing right next to a fire. Out of the corner of her eye Peirce stood with a smirk, he was the only person on the face of the planet, human world and her world that knew what she saw in her dreams, he’d been in and out of her nightmares ever since she’d met him and she blamed him for them getting worse. She closed her eyes, seconds away from collapsing on the floor in front of everyone in the coffee shop.

"What would you like?" his voice cut through the darkness and the demonic humans that were seconds from pulling her into the darkness of her hellish nightmares, let out a screech as if they were just sprayed with holy water. It was a haunting sound that caused her to tremble.

She glanced to Peirce, who was completely shocked himself as if he didn’t think it was possible. He looked to before glancing to where Ryder would be, then back to her, like her was trying to figure out how the guy had managed to break through and pull her out.

The snake, Peirce, the demons, and everything else vanished into a haze and the coffee shop quickly came back into focus around her and it was time had slowed and it all caught back up to speed. Air filled her lungs at a fast rate and she had to control herself from gasping for it like she normally would.

He’d brought her back, just his voice had saved her from slipping away into her own personal hell for however long she was stuck there, until her body allowed her to wake up. Her father was the only other person that had ever been able to bring her out of it without there being any dangerous consequences. Her mother was always terrified of her condition and Belle’s for that matter. Bella on the on the other hand was normally the one to warning people not to wake her up or to just let her sleep, because she knew it was dangerous to try and pull her out of it or wake her up.

She wondered for a brief moment if her was the light caster that was sent to convince her to come to the light side, but she knew that wasn’t the case because her hand didn’t burn and he didn’t have the aura of a witch, he was human.

She knew she looked surprised, but she quickly whipped the look of her face and returned her normal bored, bitchy expression. She sighed hoping and praying neither of them would ask questions, because she knew even though she was hiding it fairly well she looked a little shell shocked and a little out of breath.

“The strongest thing you have.” She finally said looking to the girl “I’ll find us a seat.” She said glancing to him for a second before heading to an empty seat towards the back.




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Mitch felt a small buzz of energy between them when his skin was touching hers, but he ignored it and quickly pushed it from his thoughts, when he released her. He knew when she’d walked into class there was something between them, he could just feel the energy.

But, he wasn’t willing to admit that he didn’t know if he’d ever admit it simply because, he didn’t want to be let down if he was only imagining it. He was the type of guy who didn’t let anyone in or let anyone love him, even his own mother had a problem getting through to him.

""Nah, don't apologize, I like them."" she said pulling him from his thoughts reminding him that he’d apologized for his friends.

“Yeah that’s cause you don’t know them.” He smirked.

He sat down, watching as she took a drink from her water bottle and he wasn’t stupid he was well aware it wasn’t water. It was a trick most the kids used, but they normally couldn’t handle their liquor well enough to hide it so they were always getting caught.

“You like the hard stuff huh.” He smirked wickedly “Any friend of Vodka is a friend of mine.” He said casually as he finished his cigarette.

He tried his best not to look at her, but it was a little hard considering she was naturally alluring and she was so different. She was very quickly become his new muse. He had the urge to ask if she’d mind if he sketched her right there, but he decided against it. Then she’d think he was some kind of freak.

Thunder sounded overhead, followed by a bright blue strike of lightning overhead. He ran his finger through his hair, as the bell warning them that break was over followed the sound of the thunder. He wasn’t planning on going back, he didn’t want to sit through four more classes with Savannah and her friends.

“There blaming the weather on you and your sister.” He rolled his eyes as he flicked his cigarette away casually, not bothering to get up making it obvious he wasn’t going back to class. “Seeing as according to locals we haven’t had lighting her in sixteen years.” He shrugged

He pulled the pack of cigarettes out lighting another one and taking a long drag. Thinking about it now it was true, he’d never seen lighting as long as he’d lived in Raven, which he always found a bit weird, but it had been almost every other day for the past week. He glanced back to her, with a wicked smirk.

“What’s the deal with you and your sister?” he asked casually not bothering to be polite, being blunt like he normally was. “I mean it’s none of my business.” He shrugged as thunder rumbled loudly above them silencing the second late bell.




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“Yeah that’s cause you don’t know them.” He smirked and she watched him. She wasn't exactly used to people treating her like a person instead of a freak show, so she was still having a hard time believing he merely wanted to talk and smoke. He had to have some sort of motive. Problem was, she wasn't sure what it was.

“You like the hard stuff huh.” He smirked and she realized he was talking about her bottle. “Any friend of Vodka is a friend of mine.” He said casually, causing her to merely shrug. It wasn't like she could tell him why she liked hard liquor. Because it kept horrible visions and hallucinations from creeping up on her. Or because it kept her from snapping and hurting someone with her magic. And she sure as hell wasn't going to look weak and tell him it would also loosen up her nerves and relieve the stress of being "the new girl" again.

Thunder crashed loudly suddenly, making her jump as she looked up at the sky. A bright blue bolt of lightning cracked it's way across the sky, and black, ominous clouds were rolling in at an unusual rate, tumbling over each other like they wanted to be the first to arrive at the small town.

The sight made her heart beat pick up. Was it an illusion. Had Mitch heard that lighting? She was always wary and unsure of weather because it could be a sign, or a reflection of her emotions, meaning it wasn't always real. Sometimes, when really worked up, her inner turmoil turned itself into the physical form of a storm, and sometimes it was all in her head. Was she just seeing those clouds, or were they really there? That was what was so confusing about her power. Sometimes, it had the ability to actually manifest something, and other times, it was all in her head, and the tricky part was figuring out which was which.

Bella's breathing picked up as fear filled her suddenly and she took a long drink from her bottle to hide it. One of her hands touched her bag at her side, and she was contemplating pulling out her camera, just to be sure, but then Mitch spoke up and he made her turn her eyes to him and off the storm, though it was hard.

“They're blaming the weather on you and your sister.” He said casually, and she was glad he hadn't noticed her freaking out as she pulled her hand away from her bag and took a drag off her cigarette, relaxing. So he could see the storm too. It wasn't just her, it was really there. But had she created it? What about Ember? Had she done it? It was probably both. Their power seemed to be stronger when they were both feeling the same emotions. “Seeing as according to locals we haven’t had lighting her in sixteen years.” That was interesting. So it probably was her or December, or both of them. It wasn't a natural storm anyway, but at least it wasn't in her head.

Trix watched as he lit another cigarette as the bell rang, and she glanced back at the building. She had absolutely no desire to go back, and was actually contemplating skipping the rest of the week. Her god-father would understand if she told him she just wasn't ready yet, wouldn't he? If she promised to try again next week, maybe she could delay it.

“What’s the deal with you and your sister?” Mitch asked and she turned back around to look at him, narrowing her eyes. It was clear he didn't want to go back inside either, but did that mean she wanted to stay outside and listen to his questions? She could go back in and get battered by classmates, or stay outside and deal with his curiosity. “I mean it’s none of my business.”

"You're right." She said simply. "It's not." Her instant reaction was to shut down, so that's what she'd done. "I don't know what you mean by whats up with us. There's nothing up with us." She rolled her eyes. "We moved here because our mom died. That simple." She hadn't meant to say anything about her mom so she shut up and took a drink from her vodka, she was too worked up and, as she finished, a bolt of lighting hit the roof of the school behind her. She didn't need to turn to see it. She could feel it. "Looks like you're lucky." She said, eyes on him. "Power at the school's probably out for the rest of the day." Just then, the clouds finished their race, opened up, and let loose their heavy load of rain.




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The girl's eyes didn't seemed to be focused. She was looking at him, but it was like she was elsewhere in her mind. Silently, he wondered what she was thinking about, but he didn't say anything. The moment lasted only a split second anyway before her eyes refocused on him and he smiled at her.

Only she was looking at him with an utterly shocked expression. Like she was surprised to find herself standing there, in the coffee shop with him, even though she'd just driven them there. Then her expression changed once again, and her surprise disappeared, going back to the sarcastic, closed off expression she'd had before.

“The strongest thing you have.” She finally said and the girl at the counter nodded and typed something into the cash register. “I’ll find us a seat.” Then she walked off to the back of the shop where it was darker to find them a table.

"She's one of those Valentine sisters isn't she?" The woman asked him, voice low, looking at him with shock and he sighed, not liking the way everyone was shutting the girl out so easily. "She's really pretty. What's she like?"

Ryder smiled at her. She was the older sister of his little sister's best friend, and an extremely sweet girl, so there was no judgemental tone in her voice, only pure curiosity, and honesty when she said she was pretty. "I'm not sure, we've only said a few words." He shrugged. "But yeah, you're right. She's more than just pretty." He smiled and she smiled back. "Now get on those coffees." He said with a chuckle, and she jumped, as though she suddenly remembered she worked in a coffee shop, and started fixing their things.

Ryder waited, grabbed the coffees, and headed back to the girl, placing hers on the table and taking a sip of his before sitting down. "Best coffee in Raven." He smirked. "Of course, it's the only coffee shop in Raven, so we small-town folk don't really know any better." She said, talking as if he'd never left.

"I know I said we wouldn't talk about you." He smirked, looking her over. "But can i maybe get a name? You know mine. It's only fair."

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She sat at the table glancing out the window, the weather had suddenly changed dark clouds hung overhead, while lightning spider webbed across the sky, and thunder was barely audible in the distance. She knew exactly what had caused it, the weathers sudden change.

The fact that she knew no matter what was happening, Bella wasn’t happy about having to go to school anyone knew that, so she was more than likely in a bad mood. Mixed with the fact that her nightmares had come to claim her while she was still awake was grounds for a massive storm caused by their emotions.

"Best coffee in Raven. Of course, it's the only coffee shop in Raven, so we small-town folk don't really know any better." he said setting her coffee down, before taking a sip of his and joining her.

His voice was calming, she glanced to him with a softer look on her face this time, not that she was trying to be nicer to him but simply because she could no longer find the energy to look bitchy after what had just happened. She glanced to her, feeling a burning where a hand print was and she quickly moved her arm to her lap, to keep him from seeing the hand print. Her nightmare had come way too close to her reality.

"I know I said we wouldn't talk about you. But can I maybe get a name? You know mine. It's only fair." He said causing her to glance back to him and sigh as she ran her fingers through her long hair, debating on whether or not she wanted him to know her name.

She let silence fall between them for a moment as she glanced back down to her arm, watching as the brownish red hand print, slowly faded until it was completely gone. She grabbed her coffee taking a sip. It was stronger than she accepted, but she didn’t mind, she needed it.

“December.” She finally said “But, you can call me Dess or Dessie. Just please don’t call me December.” She said plainly as she looked at him with a serious expression, before taking another sip of her coffee. “And, I actually don’t know your name.” she said glancing to him rising a brow. “If I’m not Mistaken Ryder is your last name, unless of course you were vein enough to name your auto shop after yourself.” She said flatly, crossing her arms in front of her.

She glanced back out the widow, just in time to see a lightning bolt strike down just outside, the lights inside the coffee shop, started to flicker, before completely going out as the rain started to fall outside.




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"You're right. It's not." she said and her tone didn’t faze him, he just shrugged "I don't know what you mean by whats up with us. There's nothing up with us." he glanced to her taking a drag of his cigarette, he could tell she was getting defensive "We moved here because our mom died. That simple." he sighed he knew he’d crossed boundaries, he really hadn’t meant to, his attention was taken from her as he watched a bolt of lightning hit the school "Looks like you're lucky. Power at the school's probably out for the rest of the day."

He smirked because he knew she was right and any second they’d excuse the school due to no power and the weather, mostly because the town was so superstitious. He smirked at the thought, they’d all think it was some kind of curse of something along those lines.

“I said it was none of my business.” He said raising a brow as he stood up tossing his empty beer bottle not at all bothered by the rain “Simple, fuck off would have sufficed.” He smirked “That’s what I would have said.” He said.

He paused as the principle came over the loud speaker, saying how school would be excused for the rest of the day, due to no power and the sudden storm. He glanced back to Bellatrix with a wicked smirk.

“I always get what I want.” He said with a casual shrug “Seeing as we have the rest of the day off…you want a ride home?” he asked gesturing to the only motorcycle in the whole lot.



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Bellatrix watched him smirk, and she sighed and finished off her bottle of vodka, flicking her cigarette away as the rain started to soak through the velvet of her dress. She looked at her bottle for a second. Had she really drunk the whole thing? She hadn't meant to. She glanced at Mitch before tossing the empty bottle in her bag. Great. The last thing she needed was to be tipsy.

“I said it was none of my business.” He said making her roll her eyes and cross her arms in front of her, shivering slightly as the rain started to drip from her hair and run down her back. “Simple, fuck off would have sufficed. That’s what I would have said.” He said. And Belle had to fight the urge to scoff. He was irritating as hell, and yet he was the only person who didn't seem fazed by the weird aura she knew he could feel. Was he just ignoring it? Or did he not care? Or worse.

What if he was attracted to it?

Shit. The last thing she needed was to attract a human. She didn't even want Aiden and Benji following her around, and they were Casters. If someone in the witch world found out she was letting a human trail her, she'd be in huge trouble. Especially by those who wanted her to choose the Light, because humans were just trouble. They were an emotional, violent race.

However, it was stupid to think that way so soon. She was having one conversation with him, and then, for the rest of the year, she decided she'd ignore him. Even if he was treating her better than most humans, she just didn't have time for friends in her life. Her mother would tell her that. She'd tell her friends would just drag her down and what she needed to focus on was her magic, and doing her best to choose, or get claimed by, what was in her heart. “I always get what I want.” He said and she raised her eyebrow. Was he talking about school being out, or something else? “Seeing as we have the rest of the day off…you want a ride home?”

He gestured, and she followed his hand. Shit. Of course he had to be the only guy in the school with a motorcycle. She glanced down the rows of pick-up trucks to her red Camaro, glittering in the rain. But did she really want to drive? She had had a whole bottle of vodka.

But was that just an excuse to get on the back of a bike with him?

What? Why was she even thinking about that? Bellatrix looked at the bike. She'd have to ride close to him. Absentmindedly, she rubbed her wrist where he'd grabbed her earlier, wondering what it'd be like to ride with him, soaking wet on his motorcycle, but also wondering why the thought made her stomach flip nervously. "Uhm." She said, not sure before shaking herself.

"No, I probably shouldn't leave my car here... My go-father just bought it, he'd be pissed." She lied before looking at him and turning, starting to walk away, but she found it a little dizzying to walk so she only got a few feet. Maybe it was the vodka, or maybe it was the way her nerves were all messed up, she wasn't sure, but she sighed and turned back around. "Actually, fine. But only because I don't want to drive after drinking." It was a lie, she knew that. She wasn't trashed, she'd easily get herself home, but for some reason, she really wanted him to take her home, even if he'd just been irritating the shit out of her seconds ago. Bella bit her lip, watching him.




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Silence fell between them but he didn't mind, merely took drinks from his coffee, liking the way it woke him up and let him focus on her, getting his mind off Madi. She was the last thing he needed on top of running the shop, struggling to scrape together to pay, both for Milly's medical bills, and the gas it took to get back and forth between Raven and New Orleans all the time to see her. This girl was a good distraction from that. She was strangely alluring, and wanting to know more about her seemed to take up every spot in his mind, so he really couldn't focus on anything but her.

Outside, a storm seemed to be coming in and he sighed. They'd been rolling in that way every day for the past week. The whole town was flipping out about it, and most of the older members, as well as the "high class" rich folk believed it had to do with the Valentine's moving in. It was ridiculous. Two girls couldn't cause sudden lightning storms, it didn't make sense.

Sure, he could understand their apprehension, the town didn't take too well to outsiders. Especially ones with far more money than they had, who were the relatives of the man who could, potentially, shut down all their businesses and sell their homes in the blink of an eye.

He could even understand some of the superstition. Really, the man had lived inside for years and never come out. Never said a word. His house was ancient, and no one was really sure how much money he had, though it was pretty widely accepted that he was loaded. Not to mention that the girls both dressed in all black and rarely left the house as well, and then there was just standing near them. It was enticing and nerve-wrecking all at the same time for some reason. They had an air of mystery about them that, while he found it interesting, others might find it frightening. So sure, some of the superstition made sense.

But going so far as to blame weather phenomena on them? And to treat them like satanic devil worshipers?

That was where he drew the line. They may be mysterious, but they weren't demonic. “December.” She finally said, breaking his thoughts and he smiled. It was an unusual name, but he liked it. “But, you can call me Dess or Dessie. Just please don’t call me December.” He shrugged and took a drink of his coffee at the same time she did hers. “And, I actually don’t know your name. If I’m not Mistaken Ryder is your last name, unless of course you were vein enough to name your auto shop after yourself.” She said flatly, crossing her arms in front of her.

A lighting bolt flashed outside just then, causing the power to flicker before going out completely, and he chuckled and reached his hand forward on the table just slightly to touch hers, not sure why, but feeling the need to let her know he was still there in the darkness. "December's a nice name." He said with a smile he knew she couldn't see. "But I won't call you that if you don't want to be called that." He was a little distracted, because his hand touching hers was tingling, and it made him want to grab her more firmly and pull her close so he pulled away again and leaned back. "But you're right." People in the place were grumbling and shuffling to grab their coffee's and leave, but Ryder stayed where he was. "Ryder's my last name. The shop was my father's, then my brother's, and now mine." He shrugged and took a drink. "My first name's Corey, but I was telling the truth why I said you already knew my name, because I prefer to go by Ryder."

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He lend forward and for the first time since she’d meet him, she could feel the heat between them. It was normal, she knew that, but the better part of her ignored it, until his hand touched hers. She was glad that both their faces were consumed by the shadows, because she was shocked at the way his skin felt on hers, she wanted to pull away, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

"December's a nice name. But I won't call you that if you don't want to be called that." she could hear what he was saying, but she wasn’t paying much attention, because all she felt was the tingling of his skin on hers it made no sense "But you're right." he finally lend back in his chair pulling his hand away and she sighed, relived. "Ryder's my last name. The shop was my father's, then my brother's, and now mine." she finally focused on his words again, instantly trying her best to forget about what she’d just felt. "My first name's Corey, but I was telling the truth why I said you already knew my name, because I prefer to go by Ryder."

She let the sound of people gathering their things and shuffling out into the rain fall between them for a brief moment and she debated, getting up and leaving him there, alone. But, she just sighed as she took another sip of her coffee.

She’d never actually had a real conversation with a human, because she’d always avoided them. They hated her and her family so she hated them. But, she was finding it rather hard to hate Ryder. Due to the fact he’d pulled her from falling into the only thing she truly feared and the calming affect he had on her.

She moved her hands under the table waving them slowly across her lap, a motion that in the darkness no one could see, the light above them flicked back on. Though all the other lights were still out and the storm just outside seemed to be getting much worse. She glanced up to the light bulb above them before looking to him with a wicked, almost chilling smirk.

Lightning struck down right outside the window lighting up where they were sitting even more and causing the light above them to join the rest of the lights in darkness once again.

“I can see why you prefer Ryder.” She finally whispered in the darkness “But, what I don’t understand is why you’re being so nice.” She whispered, because it was the truth. Something was seriously wrong with the situation.

He wasn’t bother by the eerie feeling that she knew everyone could feel, that was the whole reason everyone avoided them. He hadn’t judged her harshly or said something cruel about the way she dressed or looked, like everyone else did. He’d pulled her out of her nightmare and she felt completely relaxed around him. Her mother had always told her humans couldn’t be trusted and she knew why. But, he was different and that scared her.

The only explanation was that someone had put him up to it, whether it be to get information about her and her sister or to get information about her god-father. She knew there had to be a catch and she felt stupid for not realizing it sooner.

“Thanks for the coffee, but I should really get going.” She spat as she stood up, quickly making her way out into the rain, feeling extremely stupid and mad at herself, she should have just said no in the first place.

She ignored the rain as the clouds were practically pouring out buckets of water on her, causing her to be soaked with in seconds of stepping outside. Making her already tight cloths like a second layer of skin and, making her hair an even darker shade of black, although most didn’t think it was possible for her hair to be any darker. She hopped he wouldn’t follow her, but she had a feeling he would.




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"Uhm." she hesitated and he was expecting her to say no simply because they’d just met and everyone was already telling her he was a bad influence. "No, I probably shouldn't leave my car here... My go-father just bought it, he'd be pissed." she said and he just shrugged as she turned around and started walking off.

He watched her for a moment before turning away his self-realizing that his brand new sketch pad with, with a brief sketch of her was probably destroyed from the rain and the thought irritated him as he headed towards his bike.

"Actually, fine. But only because I don't want to drive after drinking." Her voice was a little hard to hear over the rain that had started to fall harder, but he’d heard what she’d said causing him to smirk and he turned back to face her.

“Well then let’s get out of here.” He smirked

He walked over to her without thinking and interlocked his fingers with hers and immediately he felt the tingle from early and his heart sped up and even through the chill of the rain he could feel the heat between them, but he ignored it and simply smirked as he led her to his bike.

He finally let go of her hand as he threw his leg over making himself comfortable before gesturing for her to get on, just into for Savannah and all her little friends to see. He let out a laugh as they took off past them out of the parking lot

Even with Raven being small, Mr. Ravenbourne’s house was on the outskirts of town which took a good fifteen minutes to get to, though it was even longer in the rain. Finally they pulled up outside the gothic iron gate. The initials AR in Iron letters in the center. From the gate you couldn’t see the house, due to the trees that blocked the view and in all honesty Mitch had never actually been to The house and he could see why everyone thought it was so creepy.

He cut the engine of his bike, before putting the bike stand out and getting off, before helping Belle off, the rain had slowed to a sprinkle but the lightning and thunder was as violent as ever.

“Well here’s your stop. I’d offer to drive you the rest of the way up, but I’m not sure your old man would like that.” He smirked.




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Trix watched as he turned back to face her and had to hold back an eye roll at the wicked smirk on his lips. “Well then let’s get out of here.”

He walked over to her and interlocked her fingers. Instantly, her skin sparked and her heart beat sped up. So she hadn't been imagining it earlier. Just the simple touch of their fingers was making her whole body warm, despite the chill of the rain, and she had to struggle to get her feet to follow him instead of run the other way.

He lead her over to his bike and she watched as he pulled away and swung his leg over before gesturing for her to get on. Bella took a deep breath and nodded, climbing on behind him and wrapping her arms tightly around him.

The rain coming down was freezing and they were both soaked, but when she shivered, it wasn't out of cold. In fact, her whole body was hot, being so close to him and her skin was tingling. It was a sensation she'd never felt, but she liked it and she hated that.

Why did he have such an electrifying effect on her? He was only human.

Then again, he wasn't a normal human. That fact had made itself obvious when he hadn't shown a strange nervousness around her and, instead, had talked to her like she was a normal person.

She had to stay way from him. If she was having such a strong reaction to just wrapping her arms around him on the back of his motorcycle, he had to be trouble and she didn't need anymore trouble in her life. She just wanted to get through the next 85 days and get the hell out of there, whether she went Dark or Light.

Just then, the rest of the school let out and kids poured out to the parking lot. Mitch drove off, speeding right past Savannah and a here of cheerleaders, allowing Bell to see the jealousy in the girls eyes.

Fuck. It was bad enough the girl was a preachers daughter and was practically bred to hate her kind, but now she'd especially have it out for her because she was jealous that Mitch had given her attention. Had something happened between them? Was there still something between them?

Finally, he pulled up at the gates and cut the engine, climbing off before helping her off as well. “Well here’s your stop. I’d offer to drive you the rest of the way up, but I’m not sure your old man would like that.” He said and she caught him looking at the house.

Bella smirked and glanced back at her new home before back to him again with a soft chuckle. "You're dying to see the inside aren't you?" She smirked wickedly as lighting struck a tree a few feet away, knowing all the humans in town had creepy rumors about the place.




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“I can see why you prefer Ryder.” She finally whispered and he nodded. Corey sounded like a boy's name while Ryder sounded like a man's. “But, what I don’t understand is why you’re being so nice.” Ryder raised his eyebrows at that.

She was suspicious of him? He sighed. He supposed she had the right to be when nearly everyone else in town was either too stunned by her beauty to speak, or, those who had a voice, treated her rudely because of the mysterious aura about her and her family living up in the big plantation on the outskirts of town.

“Thanks for the coffee, but I should really get going.” Ryder sighed as she spat at him a little more bitterly this time before standing and hurrying out into the rain. He rolled his eyes and stood following after her, grabbing her wrist before she got to her car, but not enough to hurt or really yank her, just enough to get her to stop and face him before quickly dropping it again. "You can't seriously tell me no one's ever been nice to you?" He said with a smirk as he looked at her. "There are decent people in the world you know." He chuckled. "We don't all have shady ulterior motives and we don't all judge based on appearance." He sighed.

"Look, if you don't want to talk to me, whatever I guess, but you're not going to make me walk back in the rain are you?" He said with a charming grin.

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She could feel him walking up behind her and she was just about to turn to him and yell at him to leave her alone. Only he grabbed her wrist before she had the chance and sparks of electricity ran through her entire body making her forget and before she knew it she was facing him.

"You can't seriously tell me no one's ever been nice to you?" he said releasing her with a smirk and she rolled her eyes.

The truth of it was, no one aside from their God-Father and their mother had ever truly treated them like they were normal. Humans were well humans. Scared of them just because of the energy they gave off and their world and all the Caster’s treated them as if they were simply a prize to be won. So in all serious it wasn’t an understatement when they said they weren’t treated nice.

"There are decent people in the world you know. We don't all have shady ulterior motives and we don't all judge based on appearance." he said pulling her from her thoughts and she found his words hard to believe. "Look, if you don't want to talk to me, whatever I guess, but you're not going to make me walk back in the rain are you?"

She looked away from him from, debating on whether or not she actually wanted to give him a ride. She could hear the honesty in his voice, but every bit of her somehow felt that a human being nice to her was too good to be true.

She sighed as she glanced back to him “Fine. Get in the car.” She said tired of standing out in the rain that seemed to be letting up only as the lighting and thunder seem to grow angrier.

She pulled out of the parking lot, once again driving faster then she should in such a small town, but no one stopping them. She pulled into the parking lot of his shop, deciding to keep the engine running, letting him know she wasn’t staying. Despite the fact that she really didn’t want to let him out of her site, considering the fact he could chase away her nightmares.

But, there was no way in hell she’d ever say that to him or admit that she actually needed a human around to feel at ease.




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He’d never actually seen the house, because you couldn’t see the road, he’d driven by it a million times, but he’d never seen it. It was creepy that was for sure and it seemed to have a completely different feel then the rest of the town.

"You're dying to see the inside aren't you?" Bella’s voice brought him from his thoughts and he glanced to her with a wicked smirk.

“Who isn’t” he shrugged.

As far as he knew, aside from the Valentine sister’s, the only people who’d ever been inside old Mr. Ravenbourne’s house was his mother’s best friend or more commonly none as his nanny, Annika and the servents that worked for Mr. Ravenbourne, that came into town to run his errands, but never once talked about him.

Annika had mentioned it once or twice, but she’d never gone into detail. He wondered why everyone including his Annika kept in such a big secret. He was just an old man, wasn’t he?

“But, I don’t exactly want to die.” He said honestly “I feel like if I find out what the big secret is, someone will have me assassinated.” He chuckled, he was joking, yet a part of him was serious.

He sighed as he ran his fingers through his wet hair. He really should be heading to do his stupid ass community service. It would be completely asinine of him if he didn’t at least show up for his first day. But, he wanted to stay with Belle as long as she was willing to have him around. He didn’t know why he was so attracted to her, but it was a feeling he hadn’t felt in a long time.

“But, hey if finding out the secret and being murdered scores me more time with you, then why not?” he smirked.




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Belle watched as his eyes looked at the house, seeming to be considering what she'd said. "Who isn't?" He said simply and she chuckled.

“But, I don’t exactly want to die.” He said and she smirked. Would her god-father be pissed? He'd spent his entire life keeping people out, and her mother had always gotten pissed when she'd spent time with humans,so, odds were likely that he'd be mad, but he wouldn't kill him. “I feel like if I find out what the big secret is, someone will have me assassinated.” Belle laughed as he paused and seems to be thinking again. “But, hey if finding out the secret and being murdered scores me more time with you, then why not?” He smirked and she rolled her eyes with a smirk as well.

She glanced at the house. She'd just told herself two seconds ago on his bike that she was going to stay away from him. Not only because of the way he made her feel, but because of the fact that she really didn't want to give Savannah any reason to hate her other then sheer religious beliefs.

Yet she turned and opened the gates, smirking at him over her shoulder. "The driveway'a short, so you can just walk your bike up." She shrugged as she went in, leaving it up to him to follow.

When she reached the door, she was surprised to see that he was still there and wasn't totally sure if that was a good thing or not. Please don't let Aiden or Benji be here. She thought to herself. Especially not Aiden.

Benji was a Light Caster, so he wouldng say anything, but the same didn't go with Aiden because, unlike the Light Casters, Black Magic Casters liked to flaunt their magic.

It was Black Magic Casters that had been causing the whole witch race trouble and giving them a bad name for ages.

She sighed and opened the door. Her god-father was in the kitchen, she could hear him, so he couldn't see her and she smirked and gestured for Mitch to be quick as she slipped in and went swiftly up the stairs to her room, knowing he wouldn't barge into her room without knocking.




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Ryder watched as she looked away and he knew he'd been right. No one had ever been nice to her. Or at least, treated her normally. “Fine. Get in the car.” December finally said after a moment of thinking and he sighed and nodded, getting in.

She drive extremely fast again and, before he knew it, they were in the parking lot of his garage and she was looking at him expectantly, engine running. "Alright." He said with a smirk. "I won't bother you any longer."

Ryder didn't want to go back inside and deal with Roody or Madi, but he wasn't going to force her to spend time with him either. He got out, but held the door open so she couldn't speed away, bending over to look down at her.

He held her eyes a second before smirking. "If you ever decide the hermit life isn't for you and you get lonely up in that mansion, give me a call." He said with a chuckle. "I'm a good guy, I swear."

With that, he pulled away and closed the door, taking a step back from the car and watching her.

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She was relieved when he got out of the car. She felt venerable around him, she also felt out of control like all the years she’d spent fighting to controlling her, could give way at any second. Yet, he soothed all the darkness in her. But, he was human and no matter how much she wanted to keep him around even as just a friend. It would only cause her trouble and more than likely get him killed.

"Alright. I won't bother you any longer." she could tell he was hesitant to go back inside, by the way he held the door open and lingered there. Which she found odd, normally people couldn’t wait to get away from her. She kept her eyes on him as he spoke again "If you ever decide the hermit life isn't for you and you get lonely up in that mansion, give me a call." she rolled her eyes "I'm a good guy, I swear.

He stepped away from the car, hesitating yet again as he waited for her to pull away. She was torn, if she told him to get back in the car, she was inviting him into her fucked up world. But, if she left and he was genuinely a good guy, then she’d be completely snubbing the only person aside from her family who’d ever treated her like a human being.

She groaned miserably to herself before she glanced back to him “Get back in the car.” she sighed shaking her head, not believing what she’d just done. She waited until he got back in the car until she spoke to him again “I swear…if you turn out to be like the rest of them. I’ll beat your ass.” She said seriously. “As much as I’d love to take you back to my haunted mansion…” she said sarcastically “I’m not so sure he’d appreciate that.” She sighed, because she knew Arthur wouldn’t be found of her hanging out with any of the towns people in general, considering he knew how her and Bella were treated.

“Not sure we can really go anywhere in town without people think I’m going to put some kind of voodoo curse on them?” her tone was bitter as she looked at him for an answer.




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"The driveway’s short, so you can just walk your bike up." Bella said as she opened the gate and headed towards the house.
He stood there for a short moment debating on whether or not he was actually going to follow her. He’d heard hundreds of stories about the house and Mr. Ravenbourne and while he didn’t believe most of them, the house and it’s surroundings was still pretty chilling.

Finally he decided to follow after her, leaving his bike. Because he knew no one was stupid enough to steal his bike and more importantly no one wanted it. He followed her up the gravel drive way the was lined with blossoming cherry trees on either side, making it a lot less creepy.

The house it’s self was beautiful and very well taken care of, although it was still haunting as if he was stepping back into the past and it was utterly silent. He paused at the steps as Bella glanced back at him, before he made his way up to join her.

She went in first before, she waved him in and the two headed upstairs into her bedroom. The house was old and still had a creepy feel to it. But there were no ghosts and no murders, aside from the gothic aura of the house, nothing was all that bad about it and he was pleasantly surprised.

Once they were in her room and the door was shut he lend against the wall still taking everything in. Surprised he was actually in the house and a part of him wondered if he was dreaming, because none of it made sense to him.

“Well. I guess the rumors aren’t true.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal, hiding the fact of how overwhelmed he actually was “So this Is your tower hu?” He teased.




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Bellatrix closed the door behind them with a sigh, heart beating rapidly. It was nuts. She shouldn't be doing what she was doing. She never had before, so she wan't sure why she was doing so now. She wasn't usually one to make friends, but inviting him up to her room was grounds for, at the very least, friendship, and she wasn't sure she wanted that.

She wouldn't even call Benji or Aiden friends and they'd been following her around for years. If one of them died suddenly, it wouldn't kill her. They were simply part of her life, nothing more.

As she thought about them, she grabbed the door handle quickly and mentally put a block around her bedroom, that way, if they decided to make unexpected visits, they couldn't just pop in like they usually did and scare the shit out of Mitchell. They could still appear in the house and come up to her room, but they couldn't materialize right there in front of them, and they couldn't come in unless she wanted them to, so they couldn't just whip the door open and barge in.

Once she was satisfied, she pulled away from the door, looking at Mitch, who was looking around like he was utterly shocked ans she couldn't blame him. He'd probably been hearing stories his whole life that the mansion was filled with dark, creepy things of nightmares. Not a normal and, even classy home. And she was sure he was surprised to find that her room, wasn't the vampiric, Gothic lair she was sure he'd been picturing.

As a matter of fact, her room was the least Gothic of all the rooms because, though she liked it for her clothing, she liked her space around her to be fresh and clean. So that's how her room was. Her bed was sunk into the floor, which she loved, there were breezy white curtains on the windows, a wire chair near her bed with a stack of books next to it, and, up a step was a tub, which was also sunk into the floor, and a metal spiral staircase that lead up to a sliding door on the ceiling that was in the floor of her art studio that had a loft with another bed up in it and an old fashioned record player with stacks of records and her extensive book library, as well as a window that pointed out the back of the house, towards the swampy wilderness that she could climb out onto a small balcony if she wanted.

Save for her art studio, which was absolutely filled with supplies, clutter, and artwork, her bedroom was relatively empty. That was partially because, as children, her and Emmie had moved so often that it was almost impossible for them to gather anything unnecessary. They had to pack as light as possible, and her art studio stuff was the only room her mother would allow her to pack up each time so, when her mother died, that was pretty much all she had. Anything that meant anything to her and was collected on her travels went up in her art studio, even if it wasn't necessarily art. Nothing important went in her room, because her art studio was the only room in any house she ever allowed herself to feel at home.

Sometimes they'd lived in homes that were closer to hovels than actual houses, but her mother had always made sure they had at least on extra room for Bella's art because it was the only room she'd ever really feel belonged to her. It was her space, no matter what house it was in. Her bedroom, she kept relatively empty because she didn't want to get attached and feel too comfortable in one place, so she never unpacked anything in it because she was always planning for the day she was going to leave.

She liked her bedroom in this house a lot more than most her bedrooms though because it gave her the luxury of being the only person to have access to her art studio, seeing as the staircase was the only way in and she had a constant magical block on the room so Aiden or Benji couldn't get in.

She also liked the sunken bed and the large windows with beautiful views, as well as the sunken tub. It really was fresh and clean, and she liked it that way.

“Well. I guess the rumors aren’t true.” Mitch said, bringing her from her analyzing of the room and she smirked. The rumors were about as far from true as you could get. “So this is your tower huh?” He teased and Trix shrugged, walking over to her bed, just walking onto it since it was sunk in the floor and sitting down. Now that he was there, she wasn't sure what to do. Should she tell him her story or would that be inviting him further to be friends with her?

"Nah." She shrugged. "This is my room, but that's my tower." She smirked, pointing at the sliding door in the ceiling at the top of the staircase. She sighed and watched him, deciding she'd ask him questions instead of talking about herself. "So." She said with a wicked smirk. "Something up with you and Savannah?"




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Ryder smirked as he saw the way she hesitated, clearly not sure if she wanted to peel out and leave him or take him up on his offer. She groaned miserably before looking at him and he grinned. “Get back in the car.” He'd figured she'd cave, but he didn't want to give her a reason to change her mind, so he got in without teasing her like he wanted to.

“I swear…if you turn out to be like the rest of them. I’ll beat your ass.” She said seriously and he laughed lightly and shrugged. “As much as I’d love to take you back to my haunted mansion, I’m not so sure he’d appreciate that.” He nodded, understanding who she was talking about.

“Not sure we can really go anywhere in town without people think I’m going to put some kind of voodoo curse on them?” Ryder chuckled and shrugged.

"Well no one's going to bother you if you're with me, unless we go to the church, but I doubt that's your number one place to hang out." He teased before shrugging. "We could go hang at my place, or, if you're not comfortable with that, we can go somewhere public. We'll get stares and whispers, but no one will say anything." He sighed and gestured to himself. "Either way though, we're going to have to stop at my place so I can change. I'm soaked, and it's not exactly comfortable." He chuckled. She was wet too, so, if they went somewhere public, she'd have to head home and change, but if they went back to his place, he could lend her something to wear for a bit while he dried her clothes.

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She could tell just by the expression on his face that he wanted to tease her, but she was grateful he hadn’t. If he had she probably would have kicked his ass right back out of the car.

"Well no one's going to bother you if you're with me, unless we go to the church, but I doubt that's your number one place to hang out." she rolled her eyes, the last place she wanted to go was a church "We could go hang at my place, or, if you're not comfortable with that, we can go somewhere public. We'll get stares and whispers, but no one will say anything." she matched his sigh "Either way though, we're going to have to stop at my place so I can change. I'm soaked, and it's not exactly comfortable."

She debated on what she really wanted to do, if they went to his house and hung out she was liable to fall asleep and he might not be able to wake her for a long time. But, if they went out in public she’d have to deal with everyone looking at her and listen to the whispers and that would only piss her off. So, oddly enough going to his house seemed like the better idea.

“I guess your house is our only option.” She said sarcastically as she backed out.

They didn’t talk at all other than him giving her directions, she wasn’t exactly sure how to have a normal conversation with someone, because Bella and her mother had been the only people she’d carried on conversations with for her entire life.

Finally they pulled up outside his house and her car stuck out like a sore thumb among the old beat up trucks that were parked in the neighborhood. She got out of the car and watched as he walked towards his house, her hand still on the car door as if she was ready to jump back inside and leave, like she should have.


Finally she sighed and followed after him, she paused as her hand started to burn, she saw Peirce standing in the next door neighbor’s yard, she knew, no one else could see him, but she could. She could tell he was pissed off and a part of her was scared for Ryder, because she knew Peirce was possessive and he’d kill anyone who stood in his way of claiming her for the dark side.

She continued after him, despite the fact she knew she should leave. She shivered, finally feeling the cold of her wet cloths against her skin as she closed the door behind her.




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Her room was different then he’d thought it would be, he glanced around the room as he waited for her to answer. He wasn’t too sure what to say or do. It wasn’t common for him to be alone in a room with a girl unless they were having sex.

"Nah. This is my room, but that's my tower.” she finally said.

He glanced up to where she’d pointed and although he couldn’t see much of anything he thought he could make out a few painting supplies and he smirked, he figured that was why he’d been so attracted to her.

Most of the time, artists were different from the norm. They had a beautifully vibrant imagination and they could create their own world on a single piece of paper. Though there was a part of him that knew that wasn’t the only reason he was attracted to her, there was something off that he’d been trying to figure out since she’d walked in the classroom.

"So." she said bringing him from his thoughts and he raised a brow at her wicked smirk "Something up with you and Savannah?" he rolled his eyes at the thought of their ever being something between the two of them.

“Aside from the fact that she stalks me by making sure she has the same classes as me and the fact that she thinks she can save me…” he paused for a minuet as he was trying to think of anything else “We dated…if you can even call it that for a total of two weeks last year.” He shook his head.

He’d never liked Savannah in fact as terrible as it sounded, his friends had only dared him to date her to see if he could get the preacher’s daughter into bed and while it was a success, the down fall was she thought they were meant to be together. She’d even told him at one point that it was “God’s” plan for them.

“Trust me Savannah has no room to throw around the word freak, if anyone’s a freak it’s not you…it’s her.” He said honestly “She’s a fucking psycho.” He shook his head. “I wouldn’t worry too much about her.” He shrugged “She’s pretty harmless, she might throw holy water on you, but that’s about it.” He smirked.




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Trix couldn't help but smirk at the irritated way Mitch rolled his eyes at the question. “Aside from the fact that she stalks me by making sure she has the same classes as me and the fact that she thinks she can save me…” He paused and she chuckled. “We dated… If you can even call it that for a total of two weeks last year.” He shook his head.

“Trust me Savannah has no room to throw around the word freak, if anyone’s a freak it’s not you… It’s her.” He said and she raised an eyebrow. “She’s a fucking psycho. I wouldn’t worry too much about her. She’s pretty harmless, she might throw holy water on you, but that’s about it.”

Bella sighed. So Savannah was obsessed with Mitch and the obsession was only made stronger by the fact that she thought it was her duty to religiously "fix" him. Awesome. Savannah had seen her on the back of his bike. "I don't know." She said with a sigh. "In my experience, psychos are the ones you want to worry about."

Bella smirked and stood, heading over to her closet to get some new clothes. "And I wouldn't be so quick to say I'm not a freak if I were you." She smirked over her shoulder at him. "You hardly know me."

Belle chuckled before grabbing some dry clothes and heading over to her room divider that sat behind her tub, stepping behind it and changing quickly into a new black dress.

Belle sighed as she came out and ran her fingers through her wet long black hair, messing it up a little so it would dry loosely before looking at him. There wasn't much they could do, and she wasn't totally sure she wanted to ask him about his life just yet or share hers because she still wasn't sure she wanted to associate with him.

"Is it too late for me to say I'm really not looking to make friends with anyone in this town while I'm here?" She asked, smirking. He was already in her room, so she wasn't totally sure she could go back now, and she silently wondered what the hell had made her so stupid she'd just turned and swung the gate open for him to come in. Or that she'd hopped on the back of his bike. Her heart still raced just thinking about it.

Normally a guy who asked her to get on his motorcycle within an hour of meeting him would have been told to fuck off, and she'd even said no. Yet she'd turned around.

Why? What was it about him that made her want to let him in? He was just a human.




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Ryder watched as December debated it for a bit before looking at him. "I guess your house is our only option.” She said and he chuckled and shrugged. In all honesty, he'd rather go to his place because he wasn't up for walking around in public all day.

He gave her directions as they drove before they finally pulled up to his house which was, by definition, a country home, complete with a wrap-around porch and shutters. He hadn't picked it. It had been his brother's and his sister's before Milly had been admitted to the hospital for constant care and his brother had died. It was a little small, seeing as, neither him nor his brother had ever been extremely wealthy, but it was only him living there, it was paid for, and, if Milly came home from the hospital, it was her home, so he didn't have the heart to sell it.

He got out and headed for the door, glancing back to see that December was hesitating, but he didn't say anything. Merely waited until she finally decided to follow him up to the door and he went inside, glancing at her as she closed the door behind them.

He smiled as he lead her to the living room. "Hang on just one second, I'll go ahead and change and bring you back some dry clothes of mine you can borrow, and I'll put yours in the dryer." He went into his bedroom and quickly peeled off his wet clothes, replacing them with warm, fresh, dry ones before grabbing one of his over-sized t-shirts from his closets and a pair of pj pants from Milly's room, seeing as she was tall for her age and Decemeber was rather small for hers, before coming back out into the living room and handing them to her with a smile.

"That bathroom's over there." He said, gesturing to the door next to his bedroom door.

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"Hang on just one second, I'll go ahead and change and bring you back some dry clothes of mine you can borrow, and I'll put yours in the dryer." he said as he headed off to change.

She stayed put, like he’d told her to. He was quick as he brought her a change of clothes. He handed them to her before gesturing and letting her know where the bathroom was. She didn’t argue, she simply headed to the bathroom.

She set the cloths on the counter, it defiantly wasn’t something she would have pick herself, considering most of her pajamas are made up of short silky gowns, that were very gothic and antique. She sighed as she peeled what was like a second layer of cloths off her body before slipping on his shirt. Considering the foot and few inch height difference, Ryder’s shirt fit her like one of her gowns so she didn’t bother with the pajama pants.

She glanced at herself in the mirror as her wet hair cascaded all the way down to her hips, I was starting to dry, pin straight. Her hair had never had a natural wave to it, it always looked perfectly straight even when it dried naturally.

Despite how exhausted she was from no sleep for the past few days, there were no bags under her eyes, she looked well rested. But, she could feel sleep slowly creeping up on her, the room started to blur around her and she knew that was he cue, she had to get out of the bathroom. She collected her wet, cloths, leaving the pajama bottoms, folded on the counter of the bathroom, before slipping out the door.

“I hope you don’t mind, but the bottoms weren’t really my style.” She smirked as she handed him her wet cloths. “You going to offer me some coffee or do I have to get it myself.” She said raising her brow looking at him.
She didn’t really want coffee, but she need to get him out of the room so she could focus what little energy she had left on putting up a long lasting block on Ryder’s house, so Peirce, the creatures from her nightmares, or any other dark caster, couldn’t touch him inside his house.




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"I don't know." he watched her "In my experience, psychos are the ones you want to worry about." he just shrugged as far as he was concerned all he had to do was tell her father, they’d had sex and he’d lock Savannah away until she was eighteen.

He watched her was she went to her closet, picking out dry cloths and he suddenly realized he was soaking wet, but he wasn’t all that bother by it. He’d been in more uncomfortable situations, so soaking cloths didn’t exactly faze him.

"And I wouldn't be so quick to say I'm not a freak if I were you” he raised a brow, matching her smirk "You hardly know me." he chuckled.

She moved across the room in such a fluid motion, it was distracting. He watched as she moved behind the divider, to changes and as much as he wanted to pull away and be a gentlemen, her silhouette was incredible and he was dying to sketch it.

He sighed as she stepped back into view dressed in a little black dress that fit her well, causing him to smirk. He didn’t hid the way his eyes wondered over her. He pushed off the wall as he made his way over to the chair, by her bed making himself comfortable, as if he was planning to stay a while.

"Is it too late for me to say I'm really not looking to make friends with anyone in this town while I'm here?" she said, he’d caught on to her hint.

He shrugged casually “Hey, if you don’t want anything long term. That’s fine.” He said calmly. Although he would love to spend every moment with her, he’d leave if she really wanted him to because like she said he barely knew her.

“You don’t want friends, tell them to fuck off…being a loner’s cool.” He smirked trying to let her knew he’d only stick around as long as she wanted him to. “Although, I’d kind of like you to keep me around long enough to find out just how much of a freak you really are.” He smirked wickedly.