LUCASAfter I heard everything Mrs Haughter had to tell me that day, I decided against confronting my mother immediately. I didn't even act like I was angry though I was furious that strangers knew more about me than I myself. What made it more annoying was that some of the things I learnt from Mrs Haughter seemed to be common knowledge. It wasn't some sacred secret that only a few knew about. It was something I was certain literally every Supernatural knew about. It was another sunny morning and immediately after a heavy breakfast, I met my mother and asked directly to take the bracelet off my wrist.“Do you have a death wish? Haven't you learnt a thing...you know I can't, what's this all about?”“Cut the drama and the lies and everything now, I know everything, no thanks to you though.”“What are you talking about?”I began to tell her all I learnt from Mrs Haughter and Mun was unusually quiet. She just sat where she was and listened.“You believe a teacher you met a month ago ove
LUCASI sat on her bed and watched as she told me of her experience with Clenk on the last Moon Night. I stared at her calmly, watching her speak and noticing that she didn't want to look at me in the eye.That was perfectly fine, she had gone through so much, it was very understandable if she felt tensed.“Thanks a lot for coming, I really appreciate it.”“It is the very least I can do.”“Still I'm thankful, it is really comforting that so many people care for me, especially in this moment, it feels really comforting.”“Glad about that but I have to say, I really feel like killing him.”“That is like the tenth time I have heard that today.”We both chuckled and I changed the topic just so her mind could go off the trauma she faced last night.After succeeding in making her laugh more, I asked, “Are you are okay?”“I am sure I'm not but I will be.”I stared into her face and her beauty, just like the first day I saw her, arrested me. Perhaps, what I loved the most about her were her l
LUCAS George and I did discusssed in his home for over two hours. We talked about all the different way we go about getting the bracelet off my wrist. Apparently, George had no plan...he had one which involved him using dragon fire to melt the bracelet off me. We realised that that would only lead to me losing an arm, that would probably still have the bracelet around it.We talked and talked and talked. Nothing seemed to come out as a way to get the bracelet off me. I stared at the ugly looking thing around my wrist and it was almost like it was mockng me, telling me it was never getting off. It was done with magic but we didn't know anyone who could do powerful magic that could remove the bracelet. So far it seems my mother was way more powerful than all the magicians combined….no one could have a chance at removing it...it seemed.“Hell, why won't your Mum let you be who are? She is not doing you any good, doesn't she see this?”“I feel the same way too, but her brain processes th
DAMON Kelvin was a werewolf who ran a Casino in Landera—a town four hours away from Woodhidge. Kelvin used to be a vital piece in our ‘friendship trio'. While we were in school, we had done everything together and we were, without a doubt, the hottest boys in school as well as the strongest werewolves. We were so popular in school that the term ‘Damavin’ was coined by girls to refer to me, Mason and Kevin. We seemed inseparable.I remembered those night we would spend in the woods alone. Playing games, drinking, smoking and doing everything we knew we should not do. We weren't scared of anything, not the dark, not the wild animals we could encounter in the wood or anything the night could offer. We were three young confident boys who were capable of turning into big wolves in an instant, what could possibly terrify us beside ourselves?As soothing as those memories were, they were long gone now. After we had graduated from high school, I had gone to college, Mason begun to start sev
EVELYN I was counting my steps as I walked to Karen's home. It was something I had started doing since I was kid, and for some reason, people had found it quite disturbing.. especially my Mum. Well, I couldn't blame her as when I was little I used to count aloud but now the crazy was all done in my mind.No one really knew why I did that, or rather, why I had started doing it. For me, it was both relaxing as well ‘focusing’. It really helped me concentrate, and as a kid that was something I had had serious issues doing. While it was alright for kids to not be able to focus, I wasn't allowed to do so. As a witch, or a sorcerer of any sort, mind control was arguably the most important skill. Before any magician could do anything, the mind had to permit it. The mind, of course, didn't have any ‘energy’ of its own but was there to act as a switch. Now, as the mind was there to permit magical acts, it was left to the magician to keep it under perfect control so such acts would come in use
EVELYN There was something about being in a car that had always made me ridiculously happy. It was an absurd feeling, no doubt, but for unexplainable reasons, I was always happy being in a car... on the wheels in particular. It didn't have to my car or an expensive ride, those had nothing to do this with my love of driving...or simply being in a car. This weird interest of mine came all the way from the days of my childhood. Maybe it was because my Dad was the typical ‘car person’ and had taught me a lot about cars. I didn't have any interest in learning about how a car worked, how strong the engine was or whatsoever. I just enjoyed being in a car. I could remember sitting in the back seat with my younger brother. He would always have something to say, something to show me. I, on the other hands, preferred to just sit and enjoy the ride. I would savour the sound of the engine and would often try to communicate this feeling with my brother…. let's say he, like most other people, sa
EVELYN Her home was very small and the only thing worth looking at in her whole compound was the tomatoes she planted. The flowers weren't well arranged and it was clear that she had only started growing flowers. I hit the door bell and in an instant, a woman opened the door.“Hi, I'm Evelyn Itacha, mother of….”“Oh, I know who you are, Evelyn.”I kept my face straight to make her know I didn't come to play. “Well, I don't know you and I will appreciate it if you refrain from calling me Evelyn, it's Mrs Itacha for you” “Mrs or Ms? Whatever, what do I owe this pleasure?”I took a moment to breathe and spoke looking her in the eye.“I understand that you are a teacher at my son's school and I would like to speak with you, if you don't mind.”“Of course I don't, come on in!”Her living room was really small and awfully decorated. I would rather live in a motel my whole life than call the structure I was in a home. Jeez, I was only angry at the woman and had started to take it on her h
DAMON We didn't go with any of our cars. Mason suggested we went with a rented car and particularly one we that had nothing to do with where we lived. It was black mini-van that wouldn't draw the attention of anyone.Mason had the radio on and he kept changing the station every two minutes.“What the hell are you doing?” I asked.He looked at me and made a silly face. “What does it looking I'm doing? Let me give you a hint, driving our asses to our death….”“I meant why the glorious fuck are you changing the station like every second?”“Everything is stupid on the radio, how does my mother cope with this?”I brought my head out of the window and savoured the feeling of the rushing winding against my face. It was a pretty day after all. Hell, with the season we were in, every day was pretty. Just then, I remembered the car trip my Mom took me on when I was only sixteen. It was time for the summer holiday and I had everything planned out. Back then in school, we always had our holiday