All Chapters of The witch and her wolf series : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 *Soleil* "You never told me Your life story". Luca says, looking at me, as we are taking a break from the books.  "Not much to tell honestly". I say, taking a bite of an apple.  "You said yesterday that you were born here, so did you always live in this house ?" He looks at me curiously.  I chew slowly, swallowing the bite before answering. "We used to live out in the other end of town, the more expensive part. But when my father died my mom couldn't afford to keep the house and we moved here".  "Oh.. it wasn't my intention to snoop or you know dig up bad things. I am sorry also for Your loss". He says, he looks like he feels bad about asking.  "It's okay, it's kind of a long time ago now". I brush it off, I mean he did nothing wrong in asking. But talking about my fa

"Soleil* I have gone for an evening walk, up the hill to the outdoor stage where they have viking plays every summer. The wind is playing with my hair, as I stand on the edge of the hill. Below me is the town sprayed out and in the distance I can see London. A new breeze makes me close my eyes, breathing in the fresh air, listening to the birds singing around me. Spring is turning slowly into early summer and this is when the year is reborn. I have read enough about wicca now. The web pages have taught me about connecting with nature to be one with everything. It is time for me to feel it with my own senses. With a sigh I turn to go sit on one of the little benches. I let my thoughts flow freely. It is weird, but it is like I still feel Luca, like his kiss left something lingering inside me. I haven't heard from him, but he might be in trouble with his mother, so I'll give him some space, certain he will call or text tomorrow at the latest. The last couple of days I have been thin

 *Soleil* When we enter the club, the atmosphere is exactly like I remember from the first time. I notice how the dominating black colour makes the few colours much more dramatic. The contrast of colours in the girls dresses, stripes in the hair, the lining in jackets. The lipstick, mostly on girls but also on some boys, makes a fantastic change when the eyes are tired of black.  It is like being in a film noir time machine, where the grand dresses of the romance, fetish leather, burlesque lace and punky piercings have all come together in one mixing machine and had been spit out here. There is no judgement here, everyone talks to and accepts everyone else, together in being outcasts from the normal world. Well except for the royals upstairs. There is still an elite in this subculture and the border is harshly drawn at the stairs.  I notice how people cast longing glances at

*The vampire* From where I stand I have a perfect view over the club and I instantly notice the shy young girl and her beautiful friend when they enter. There is something different about her this time. She walks with more confidence, her movements are more relaxed and her gaze more open. Even at this distance I can distingues her scent from the others and it has gotten a bit of a sour note this evening. Someone has gotten her hormones going and it isn't me. I don't like other people touching my toys. Annoyed, I look over the horde of cattle to see if I can spot the reason for her changed behavior.   A lot of the boys are checking her out. A couple even dare talk to her, but it is hard to read the signals in the dim light and with the loud music. I need to find a way to get closer to her. 

 *Soleil* It is agony pulling myself to school the rest of the week. Luckily we are so close to exams, that everyone is focused on that. I keep to myself or Davina, so I don't see Luca much. Every time I spot him, I turn and walk the other way. Davina tries to lighten up my spirits to her best ability and I do my best to look okay. I wish I really felt okay or that I just felt something, but the truth is that Luca has left an empty space behind. It had become a habit that he was there and that I at least could dream about me and him together. Now I know it will never happen and it keeps pulling me deeper into a dark hole.  Only at night in my dreams I am free. I am happy there. The dreams are always the same; I am in my safe stone circle and dancing in the dusk with the creatures from the wood, I sing with the shadows in the rocks and I play with the light orbs hovering above me. When dusk goes to darkness the