Forgotten past

18

The days had carried on as Usual at Robichauxs being outcasted by my magic. The girls and I had been training as usual. It seemed like most had ignored her fact our supreme was fading, but she didn't make it apparent, I caught slight glimpses of  her falling weak but if you hadn't known anything there would be no suspicion.

My mind was elsewhere most of days. Michael often ran through my mind. Questions of his knowing of my tinted powers. I should have found it stranger than I did having Michael ask for me to come to Hawthorne the other girls sure did seem to.

Maddison and queen sunk right back into the coven like they had never left. This meant I was even more in the shadows. There was more noise for me to be silent in. I knew what Michael meant exactly by being an outcast. I can't help my magic, yet it seems to rule me different to my sisters I wish they worshipped it like Michael.

After 3 days being back the coven Michael visited me in my dreams once again.

A pristine garden with several rose bushes around us. He stood in the centre of them as I approached. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"Have you ever killed anything lena?" I watch him ask as I'm finally in front of him.
He waits in silence "no" He chuckles at me. Kneeling down to the rose bush beneath him.
"Liar, come ok tell me. I can feel you squirming inside I know even you lie."

His hands cradle a rose as I watch "I didn't mean too, my magic killed it and I couldn't stop it." My mind flashes to the blue bird.
"Underneath these rose bushes lyes dead life. Rodents to rabbits. People. By my doing." I was confused by how I was supposed to feel right now.

He was so calm. "Intentionally?" I squeak out.
"I didn't know where it was coming from at first. Like you it was there but I had no in-tell this was evil intent. Until I got older. People don't understand." He made it out beautifully as if we weren't speaking about death. He was clearly trying to pry and instigate we were the same... trying to create empathy and similarity. I didn't know if this was real and Michael was trying to help me or just trying to create an alliance.

"And this means we have to be friends?" I furrow my eyebrows, my tone a little sour.
He chuckles one again. "No one said anything about friends." He stands back in front of me. When his tone ever turned lower so did the atmosphere the dominance rolled off Michael.

"Then what are you trying to do here?"
"Why waste this, why only have thunder? Why not have a whole storm, I want you to join me we can help each other." He was almost pleading as he came closer clasping his hands in front of him trying to be assertive.

I didn't completely understand what it meant or how this would work, Cordelia already was not fond of the boy.
"Why now your about to be supreme, I don't think you need any more what's there to gain."
He smirks "you don't know the half of it lena, so much more, give me an answer." He grows tedious sounding like an angry little boy.

"What if I decline?" I pushed him a little raising an eyebrow awaiting.
He closed the small gap between us and I felt him exhale on my face making me almost shudder.
"You don't want to know." He whispers into my face and I feel my self being ripped out of the dream fading back into my room.

It still felt hard to breathe when I woke up michael had a hold on me to say the least. I didn't have time to process our conversation as Cordelia barges in with a concerned and abrupt expression.

"Are you okay?!" She breathes out rushing to me. I sat up in puzzlement "I'm fine delia. What's wrong?" She wipes her hair out of her face taking a seat on the end of my bed.
"I felt something, I felt you were in danger drowning in evil waters." I widened my eyes slightly startled by her words.

"You'd tell me lena, wouldn't you? If anything was going on." I nod vigorously straight away almost without realising I was hiding the truth, something made me want too. I owed Cordelia my life for being my career for so many years but Michael had me in his grasp somehow.

She placed a hand on my arm and thinned her lips into a small smile.
"Okay, your quite recently is it a little much with Maddison and queenies loud personias?" She laughs I shoot her a smile.
"Hmmm hey are exactly how you described." I laugh.

She tilts her head slightly "you ignored the question. Something to do with the warlock?" I knew she was talking about Michael her whole mood changed.
I began to speak my mind "I don't know... he just somehow appreciates my power, the lack of control which no offence isn't seemingly wanted here." She almost looked offended at my words but I was hoping she'd have some explanation ready for me.

"I don't know how He sensed you... to me unheard of, you can feel presences and certain things but literally feeling your 'magic' from California. I can only guess the warlocks had some doing in this... maybe they pushed my concerns about you into Michael... I wish I could tell you. But lena your lack of control shouldn't be mistaken for darkness or Intentional. Michael gave off a different soul to you and I didn't like it he's grooming you lena and if I knew why I would tell you." She spoke harsher and faster as she went on. Sounding cold and bitter I was shunned by her words but they just felt wrong. Everything felt right about Michael maybe it's my want of being seen and heard for once.

I stayed quite only earning a sigh from Cordelia as she stood up beckoning me out of bed.