"She can't know Mike, she is too young to start her training. She hasn't even come of age yet" a feminine voice says in an argumentative tone, peering through the crack in the door I see my moms face over a mans shoulder. They're having a really heated conversation and it looks like my mom is winning this argument.
"With a power like hers she needs to train, if she turns 18 before she learns to harness it she could destroy herself and those around her" he counters in their fight. I don't even know who they are talking about.
My mom spots me peeping through the crack.
"Raven, you should be asleep, go back to bed, don't worry about anything you've heard tonight ok, just got back to bed." She says to me and I nod my head, even though I was pretty sure I wouldn't forget this. I hear a distant ringing in the background as the image starts to fade.
My eyes snap open to a still blurry image, I reach over and slap my alarm clock with more force than necessary to shut up the irritating ringing. I slip out of bed, out from the comfort of my warm blankets. I groan sitting up on the edge of my bed, taking a moment to find the will to get up. I stand up and stretch my legs and lift my arms to the roof. I run my fingers through my messy, bed hair in an attempt to comb out the knots. Pulling on the uniform that's closest to my size, I pull it on. The black pencil skirt barely covers my butt whilst the white blouse is tight across my chest and seems to be missing one or two buttons at the top. Great, I think to myself, I look like a waitress at a strip club. At least tips will probably be good I think to myself with a shrug of my shoulders.
I walk out of my room whilst tying a white apron around my skirt with a bow at the back. Now I look like a medieval maid, perfect. At lest it's an upgrade from the stripper waitress. I enter the kitchen as the bright light practically hits me in the face. I am definitely not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination.
"Good morning Raven" I hear Tommy say from behind me in the kitchen, just as he comes in for the passage. I turn around to greet him and as he takes in my appearance he is trying to look everywhere except my chest. A blush creeping up his cheeks and neck. What gentlemen I think to myself.
"Good morning Tommy", I greet in return as he scurried out of the kitchen with a nervous haste.
"I see someone has gotten all clean and dressed up" says a voice from the shadow of the passage says. I look down the passage to see Damon emerging from the shadows. He, unlike his younger brother, looks unapologetically at my exposed chest and legs. Not even trying to hide his appreciation, a chill creeps down my spine. I fold my arms across my chest giving the skirt a small tug down to cover more of my legs.
"Yeah, though I think this uniform is a tad too small", I replied, tugging at the edge of my skirt for emphasis.
"I think it fits you perfectly," says Damon, his gaze lingering on my exposed legs.
Another shadow emerges from the dark. Jason's face comes into the light. I see a scar just under his left cheekbone that I didn't see last night and wonder what story lies behind that mark. I'm torn out of my thoughts by Jason grunting a good morning and then promptly exiting the kitchen. I guess he isn't a morning person either.
"Wonder what's got his knickers in a knot" Damon comments with a chuckle, I can't help but also wonder although I haven't really seen any other side than this grumpy one yet.
I exit the kitchen to go and ask Jason what he wants me to do, I walk out and see him wiping down the tables and flipping the closed sign to open.
"What would you like me to start off with?" I ask in what I hope is a nervous tone. If there is one thing I learnt that if they think you're submitting to them they don't try to enforce dominance. That is a lesson I learned the hard way.
"You can wipe down the tables in the far corner first and then customers will start arriving and you can start serving them breakfast", he replies without so much as a glance in my direction. His knickers are definitely in a knot.
Just as I'm finishing up with the last table, I hear the bell at the front door ring. In come a frail looking man and women who must be at least in their late 70 or early 80s.
"Table for two", Jason questions with a cherry smile that seems to have appeared from thin air. I'm starting to wonder if I bring out the worst in him.
"Table for two as always" the old man says with an adorable smile. The type of smile I'd picture on a cuddly grandfather. Jason leads them to a table in the corner.
"The same as always Mr and Mrs Hutchins?" He asked with his still warm demeanor.
"Same as always the lady replies" as she sits down in the chair that her husband pulled out for her. She blushes at his chivalry.
It's so cute to see the old couple looking so in love, it's how I'd always hoped I'd end up. But know I know that love seldom ends happily. I never actually been in love but I don't often see old peopl this in love.
"Go to the kitchen and tell Damon that the Hutchins want their usual." Jason commands me as he tries not to let his warm demeanor slip in front of the customers. I want to roll my eyes at his mood change but I suppress it.
I give a swift nod as I turn towards the kitchen.
"The Hutchins want their usual", I parrot to Damon he starts throwing random things into pots and pans and things start to sizzle. After ten minutes of a tizzy of cooking two perfect looking plates of food are on the counter. Wow, I knew he was a chef but these are some good looking plates of food.
"Order up," Damon says, hitting the bell on the table with a smile. I can tell he likes that bell way more than he should and the thought makes me smile.
I pick up the plates and place them on a tray along with two classes of water. I carry them out and place them on the table.
"Here is your food" I say with what I'm hoping is a convincing smile.
"Are you new here?" The frail old lady asks as I set her glass of water down on the table.
"Yes, today is my first day", I reply, not letting my smile falter.
"It's nice to see a pretty young face" the lady compliments with a cute little smile. It's people like her that make me wish that I had grandparents.
"It's nice to see a couple so in love" I reply and the lady turns to gaze lovingly into her husband's eyes and he reciprocates.
"We really got lucky" the old man says, reaching over to rest his hand atop his wife's hand.
"I should get back to the kitchen" I say with a smile.
"Of course dearie" the lady says. She is someone I'd picture as the most loving grandmother. I wouldn't know though. I don't even have a mother let alone know where her mother is or who she is.
I go back to my station behind the bar as Jason comes up behind me.
"I hope the accommodation is to your liking'' he says in a gruff voice.
"Yes, thank you" I say, keeping my response short.
"There is a fair in the meadows tonight, the boys and I were thinking of going, you're welcome to join us if you want. Dinner will be on me"
I ponder the offer for a second before replying
"That sounds like fun, what time should I be ready?" I've never been one to turn down free food.
"We'll probably leave around 6:30. The pub will be closing early"
"Perfect I'll be ready then." Jason nods and leaves me to my thoughts.
The day goes on as customers come and go. The breakfast rush finished a while ago and it's almost time for lunch. Just after I've finished cleaning up the breakfast mess the bell rings again. Well that sucks, I haven't had a moment to day dream yet, today has been really busy. A bunch of guys looking Tommy's age waltz into the pub. Their walk practically screams entitled males. Well this is going to be fun.From my spot just behind the counter I hear one of the talking to Jason
We walk down the street and I found a pebble to kick. After a few blocks the black buildings come to an end revealing a dark meadow that is swarming with life. Lanterns are strung up between tents and stalls of all different color variations adding to the festivity. There is a huge Ferris wheel in the Centre strewn with different colored lights and random clowns, tricycle riders and jugglers mixed into the crowd. I've never been to festival before but it sure looks like a lot of fun.It looks like a world on its own, all smiling faces and bright colors, children laughing, couples holding hand
The next morning I wake up from a dreamless sleep, to the sounds of my alarm. I think this beeping alarm is quickly becoming my least favourite sound. It takes me a moment to be able to focus my eye in the dim lighting of my room. After lying in bed for 3 minutes adjusting to being awake, I pull off my blanket and stand and stretch my arms up, twisting my neck until I hear several clicks. I walk towards my cupboard. Pull on my uniform, thankfully I found a bigger size thta is way more comfortable. I walk out of my room. Not even bothering to smooth out my hair, what's the use anyway?I walk t
As I'm sitting there with my mouth hanging open from shock, Jason explains how his parents died when the humans started hunting warlocks, humans thunk that supernaturals are the problem and then take parents away from their children, unbelievable. He and his brothers manage to survive off the pretenses of being human, thankfully people didn't pay to much attention to them. Warlocks have a certain gift called the sight where they can see and almost smell magical power. That is how he knew about my flame. At least now I don't have to question my acting skills, just my perfume quality. That's a big relief
As I enter my room I grab a pair of blue running shorts out of my bag and a black sports bra, after pulling my hair into a tight pony I walk out to their bar where Tommy and Damian are already sitting and chatting at a vacant table. Just as I'm about to join them Jason comes out of the kitchen. "Let's head to the gym shall we," he says walking past his chatting brothers, straight to the door.We all walk down the dark-ish streets, it's only getting darker as the sun sets. Damian is wearing a white tank top revealing his muscled arms and a pair of black basketball shorts. Tommy is wearing a gr
"I always thought you were a little bitch, now my suspicions are confirmed." I sneer at James as his smirk falls off his face. That's right, I can verbally abuse you too."At least I'm not a slut who opens my legs for all three brothers," he hisses in return"Well that makes two of us, now kindly get your sorry excuse for an ass out of here before I beat it to a pulp again." My eyes stray to something hanging on his belt, what the hell? Are those handcuffs? Now I know that he is a sadistic prick, I have all the confirmation I need.
As promised? Ofcourse, why didn't I think of it before? They are also warlocks and so are there younger brothers, they knew I was a fire slifer almost as soon as Jason did. I wonder why they still tired to take me on in the alleyway, I guess they are just plain stupid. I really should've been more careful cloaking my smell. "Yes, she will do quite nicely," the king says as if I were some prized horse someone had just gifted him. He steps off his throne dragging his long cape behind him. So out tax money goes to buying matching capes for him and his son, wonderful. He might actually look regal if I didn't hate his guts. He walks towards me and brings my eyes to meet his with two fingers on my chin, tilting my face towards his as I glare at him with as much hate and ferocity that I can muster.
Step one is complete, all I need to do know is get him to unlock the actual cuffs which will be hard as he was warned against it. Though he seems to be thinking with other parts of his body instead of his brain right now so I think I have a fair chance. There is no way I'll be able to scale a the side of the castle handcuffed especially without my full energy. I couldn't beat the keys out of him because one scream would have the guards in the room in under a second, I had one option left. I'll need to seduce the keys out of him. Piece of cake.I lift my bound hands to hooks them around his ne