Black Magic Amp (a witchcraft story)

Chapter 7

(A/N:IRONIC MUSIC VIDEO ON THE SIDE TO GO WITH THIS CHAPTER------------------>)

When we reach the girls' dorms, Alex and Noah have already disappeared into the shadows of the tree line.

Danny leads me to the steps.

"Well, guess ill see you around, huh?" He says, smiling and rubbing his neck sheepishly.

"Yeah. So what're you gonna tell Alex when he asks?" I ask quietly.

He shakes his head, "I dont know, but ill figure something out." He backs up, giving me one last glance, then walks after Alex and Noah.

I shrug to myself, then head into the dorms.

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I walk into Brooksy and I's dorm to find Brooksy fast asleep and snoring. I sigh, grab a pair of shorts, a tanktop, and some striped thigh socks.

I walk into the bathroom, slip out of my clothes, then pull on my pajamas. I walk out, and crash onto my bed.

Thank god tomorrows Friday, and the last day of school before Christmas Break.

I set my alarm, then slowly drift into a dream and lose conciousness.

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Its the same dream as before, except Its now me in the mans arms.

And it's not Alex.

Its Noah.

Noahs' arms are draped around my waist, pulling me close as he lowers his face to mine.

Our lips touch, and its like a blanket of fire is draped over me, consuming me, and burning my skin and soul.

It impacts my stomach, and i almost double over in agony, but Noah forces me to stand upright as his kiss of fire spreads.

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a disturbing sound wakes me from my dream.

I hear a growl, a deep and horrifying sound, coming from Brooksys' side of the dorm.

I slowly open my eyes, and find a huge figure looming over Brooksys' bed.

Her bed is empty. i try to reach my lightswitch, but decide against turning it on.

The full moons' light will have to be enough.

I slowly crawl to a crouching position, muster my courage up, and say, "Who are you?" It was meant to come out strong and fearsome, but it came out a small raspy whisper equivalent to a scared child.

I mentally curse myself for saying anything and not fleeing, because when the figure turns around, I almost whimper.

Its glowing green eyes, snarling canines covered in drool, and its sharp shredding claws did not distract me from the following fact...:

It's a Ginger Werewolf.

And its name is Brooksy.

She jumps down from her position over her bed, landing with a loud thump. She is easily three or four feet taller than me...and im 5 feet 5 inches.

I gulp as she growls and crouches. I have to calm down, i can do this. I can fight my friend without hurting her.

My courage breaks, and i hurl myself at our window, causing it to break.