We went into the studio that my grandmother used to do her pottery in. I wasn’t sure if that was the wisest place to start teaching me magic. I could imagine bolts of energy shooting from my hands and pottery flying all about. I mentioned my concern to him. He just chuckled and assured me that there’d be no bolts of energy shooting out of my hands to worry about.
To my surprise, wonderment, and amazement, the magic he showed me came from deep within me. I was the source. It required no hocus pocus words or special, overly dramatic movements. No magic wands or symbols drawn in the air or on my body. I simply had to think about what I wanted to have happen.
Who would have thought it?
I was required to focus my mind harder than I’d ever focused it before. As a result, my brain felt like it was made of oatmeal within fifteen minutes. That’s where the trick lie
“Will you look at this? How touching. A mother – daughter moment,” Amelia said with that nasty, talk-down-to-you- tone that she loved to use whenever she spoke to me as she leaned against the doorframe in that arrogant way of hers.My mother didn’t waste a second before she was up and in Amelia’s face. To my surprise and Amelia’s shock, she had the vampire’s face blending with the fibers of our Persian carpet before we could even grasp what was happening.My mother’s words sounded snarly. “I warned you to watch that bitchy vampire attitude.” She said the word vampire as if it tasted bad. “Just because I’m in human form, don’t think for a second that I’m not being affected by the moon. I’ll tear you to pieces without a second thought if you push me too far.”“Maryanne?” Kenton said as he cautiously stepped into t
“Werewolves aren’t the only creatures who are affected by the full moon. You’ll find that it heightens fairy emotions and strengthens their sex drive,” Godwin said as he popped his head into my bedroom. “I shouldn’t have gone off the deep end like that. Kenton and I have a long history that should have been left at the door.”“I don’t want to talk,” I said as I rolled over on the bed so that my back faced the door he was peeking through.“Please?” Godwin asked.I heaved a sigh and sat up. “I’m sorry that they screwed you over one-hundred and thirty years ago. It sucks, but shouldn’t you be over it by now?”“I thought I was,” he said softly. “My outburst tonight surprised me as much as it did everyone else.” He slowly shook his head. “Repressed memories, I guess.”I wiped
I awoke to find myself alone in my bed. Kenton had slipped away sometime in the night. It wasn’t an unusual thing for him to do, but, for some reason, it bothered me this time. I guess I assumed that, since Amelia was dead, there was no one to report back to the Association about it.I was, admittedly, disappointed to be denied morning sex. In our post mom turned werewolf - pre-Amelia days, he’d started every day out with a vigorous coupling and I’d been looking forward to it, once again.Disappointed and a little annoyed to find myself alone in the bed, I dragged body out of it and quickly showered and dressed for the day before heading downstairs for my morning coffee. Emotions warred within me. On the one hand, Other than pouting over the fact that I’d been denied morning sex, I still felt satiated and had yet to come down from the sex high I always experienced after being with Kenton. On
I slept so deeply that night that I didn’t even realize that Kenton hadn’t come to me until I’d showered and dressed the following morning.Knowing that Cindy and Amelia were gone, and with no sign of my mother, the house felt oddly empty with just Godwin and me. I decided to give Kenton a call. I knew that, if he wasn’t at the house with me, he was patrolling the mountain, but I wanted to fill the emptiness that I felt with his voice.I’d just pulled my cell phone from my pocket when Godwin called to me from the kitchen. “I’m breaking away from bagels this morning. What will it be? Eggs or eggs?”“Eggs sound good, actually,” I said as I slipped my cell phone back into my pocket and headed for the kitchen.The rich aroma of freshly brewed Folger’s coffee reached my nostrils long before the rest of me made it to the kitchen. I inhaled as much as I could of its d
Almost a month had passed with no sign of either Kenton or my mother. Needless to say, I was worried. I expressed my concern to Godwin about my mother, but I was too proud to admit that Kenton had loved me and left me. His promise to see what he could find out about what my mom was up to eased a good deal of my fear.We’d completed yet another day of lessons and were headed into the kitchen to magically whip up dinner when he said, “I don’t know about you, but I’ve got cabin fever. What do you say we get out of here for a while. Let’s eat out.”Other than run to the store for a few supplies, I hadn’t been off the mountain to explore, let alone go out for a relaxing evening. It sounded wonderful. After agreeing to meet in the foyer in thirty minutes, we parted company so that we could go to our respective rooms and quickly clean up. I was both excited and sad as I ble
The following morning, I was awoken to find Godwin already inside of me. In fact, from what I could tell, he was almost finished. I couldn’t believe that I’d slept through a man mounting me and doing his business. I also found it difficult to come to terms with the fact that he would climb on top of me, regardless of the fact that I was clearly comatose, and have his way.“What are you doing?” I grumbled as the world came into focus and reality set in.“I’m almost done,” he managed to gasp as he climbed to his peak of passion. “Come on, baby, move with me. Feel me deep inside of you. Damn, you feel so good.”I’m sure that he thought that his words were going to turn me on, but they did just the opposite. I shuddered with repulsion over what was happening. With as much enthusiasm as I could muster while still in wake-up mode, I pushed at his shoulders as he
I was sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on my coffee and brooding over my interaction with Kenton, when Godwin returned. He kissed me on the top of my head before he headed to the coffee maker to freshen his mug of coffee.“I’m going to need clean linens,” he said with a jovial tone. “Where are they kept?”“Can’t you just conjure some?” I asked.“I could, but with it being this close to the full moon and a potential battle, and with you still in need of a bit more tutoring, I’m wanting to conserve my energy.”“You get tired too?” I said with surprise.“Under normal circumstances, no,” he explained, “but these aren’t normal circumstances. We have vampires coming who’d love nothing more than to drain you dry and a battle with the werewolves to boot. I’ve engaged in a few battles in my years. They leave me deple
The day flew by as Cindy and I kept each other occupied telling stories of what we’d been through over the last four weeks.While I was learning to be a fairy, she was receiving very intense lessons in vampirism. Listening to her tell her tale, I was surprised at how complicated being a vampire actually was. Theirs was a life of rules and regulations.She’d been instructed on the correct way to feed. The correct food source. The correct time of day to feed. The correct time of day to go outdoors. The correct way to address a vampire who was fifty years or more older than her. The correct way to walk, talk, dress - and the list went on and on.“It’s a wonder you didn’t go mad with all of those correct ways to do things,” I said.“It’s a lot more complicated than the werewolf world,” she said. “Or, maybe it’s just because I was born into t