Black Magic Amp (a witchcraft story)

chapter 4

I walk out of the doors and out into the brisk night. I rub my arms a few times, then put my hands to my mouth and breathe into them to warm them up.

I step into the shadow the treeline casts, and my eyes adjust quickly.

I am about a ten minutes walk from the dining hall, when i feel someone watching me.

Great, the blue eyed creep is out.

Though its not the same feeling i get when he normally watches me...its almost as if-

i run right into a solid object, and i stumble backwards. I blink, confused, when i see his eyes.

His glistening red eyes, amidst the darkness, looking me dead in the eyes.

my eyes widen, and i step back cautiously.

"Oh, hello." the boy says casually, faking surprise quite successfully.

"Boys arent supposed to be on the girls' campus, so there shouldnt be any surprise that you ran into a girl. Especially at lunch hour." I say smoothly, giving him no room to make any excuse.

"I've got special permission from Mr. Lowgund, and im not surprised to run into a girl, im just surprised it was you." He retorts cooly, smirking in the dark.

"His name is Noah." Was all i could say back. He was really good at covering his trails.

"I know that. And if it's your lunch hour, why arent you at lunch?" He asks, leaning against the nearest tree and shoving his hands into his pockets.

He's trying to seem like he's not on guard, but i can tell he is by the way he wont take his eyes off me.

"Noah asked me to stay back so i could explain one of my sketches to him, and about what it was based off of." i say tentively, contemplating on whether to run for it. I decide it would be a futile gesture, and that he would catch me quickly.

"May i see the sketch??" He asks, raising his eyebrows in curiousity. His red eyes sparkle.

"Uh, sure..." i say, flipping through the pages of my book to find the sketch.

I find it, then hold out the book for him to take.

He grabs it gently from my hands, his fingertips brushing over mine, handling the book as if it were made of glass.

He studies the picture, his eyes roaming over the paper.

"How did you come up with this idea?" He asks, his eyes retreating from the page as he snaps it shut and hands the book back to me.

"It came to me in a dream."  I reply, clutching the sketch book to my chest protectively.

He seems to go pale under the shadows as i say that. He rushes forward and grabs me by my shoulders roughly.

"Tell me. What was the dream about?" He asks desperately, looking her dead in the eyes.

I stumble over my words as i tell him about my dream. His eyes never leave mine, but his expression changes from desperation to predatory.

"This is not good, not good at all." He growls into his hands, which have realeased me and are now covering his face. He runs them up and through his hair, which falls right back into place.

"What do you mean?" I ask, my eyebrows raising as he snaps his head up to meet my gaze.

His eyes are ablaze as he replies, "Your dream. The drawing. It may have looked like me, but its not. It's my older brother."

"Okay, then why did i have a dream about him? And why was Brooksy involved?" I ask, rubbing my temples to get rid of my headache. I sigh as my magic works it's way into my head, and the ache goes dull.

He raises his eyebrows, "So the names are true...you really are a witch?" I flinch under the name.

"I prefer Wiccan, but yes, i really am a...witch." i reply, a small smile comes to his face...a strained smile.

"Oh, im sorry. Any questions about your dream?" He asks, his face relaxed...yet his eyes troubled.

"Yeah...what is he? Where is he? Why was he in my dream?" i ask all at once, causing him to crack a smile.

"He's lives in town, and i dont know why he was in your dream..." He says, still smiling.

"You didnt answer all of my questions...What is he?" I ask, and his smile is gone as quickly as it appeared.

"He's...not normal." He answers, avoiding my burning gaze.

"Then what is he...tell me exactly what he is." I say forcefully, his eyes snap up to mine. They are black and glistening.

"He's not human..." He says.

I lose sight of him and see him turn into a blur. Then my vision is surrounded by a black tee shirt, pale muscular arms, and raven black hair.

He has me pinned against a tree.

His hair is blown into my face from his momentum, and his face is just a few inches from mine. His eyes bore into mine, and i flinch when he exhales.

His breath warms my face, and his closeness makes me shiver.

"...We're not human, him and i." He finishes, blinking slowly, his dark eyelashes brushing his pale cheeks.

"W-what are you then?" I stutter for words as i seem to lose all thought over anything except his eyes.

His black eyes.

He puffs out another exhalation, and says slowly, "I'm a Vampire."