Over numerous decades the Owens curse has claimed the lives of many men, but will it work when Genevieve's soulmate is already technically dead......
(I do not own the story lines of practical magic, charmed, or the twilight series. This is a story...
The next forty-eight hours were like living hell to Genevieve. She stayed up and went through every spell book she could possibly think of or had at her disposal.
The Grimoire, the Book of The Dammed, her family Book of Shadows to name a few and there was nothing, absolutly NOTHING she could find. The sheer frustration of it all was starting to make her lose her mind.
Coffee became her best friend and was the only thing that could insure she would stay awake. She would not rest until she had found something to tell her what he was.
She purposely chose to miss school and avoid Emmett at any cost. He left multiple calls and multiple text messages to check in on her. She figured the best way to get him to leave her alone was telling him she had the flu.
To no avail that still did not stop him from coming by and trying to talk to her threw the front door. His usual velvety voice sounded laced with concern as he sat on the other side of her front door calling out to her.
It ate away at her soul the way he sounded so upset that he could not see her. Deep down she believed he would not hurt her, but something was off about him and she had to know what it was.
By hour fifty it was three a.m. and the attic had become her safe space. Every book she owned lay sprawled over the hard wood floor as she continued to research.
The grandfather clock ticked on as the time continued to pass and her mind dragged slowly along with it. Messily her hair was stuck up in all directions and the bags under her eyes grew deeper.
"This is ridiculous I'm never going to find anything." I huffed out closing the book I was holding and placing it beside me on the floor.
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Macon's large figure hopped off the spare dresser and nuzzled his head into her side in attempts to make his owner feel better. She scratched behind his ears and down to his tail looking into his bright blue eyes. "You have any ideas? "I asked.
He meowed loudly and turned his head to look at the podium that stood in the center of the room. Her eyes followed his and she sighed glancing at the Book of Shadows. "I already looked their old man."
Macon hissed and squinted his eyes at the young witch. Gracefully the cat stood and stuck his tail in the air flicking it back and forth as he walked to the podium. Sassily he sat in front of it and began to scratch the podium. "It's point-"
Suddenly the front cover of the large leather-bound book creepily opened and hit the left side of the podium with a loud thump. The sound of fluttering pages replaced the silence in the room. The pages quickly continued to turn as Genevieve looked on in curiosity. Slowly she stood and rounded her way over to the book.
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As she stood in front of the it continued to turn pages over. Genevieve looked down to meet the eyes of her Siamese cat only to swear he had a smirk on his cute face. "I apologize."
The page tuning seemingly slowed and then came to a halt on a particular page. Vampires it read in a large red cursive font. The handwriting it had been wrote in was familiar to her, it had been her mothers. She did not understand how she could have missed this page. Let alone did she know that her mother had made an entry into the family spell book. Delicately she glided her fingers across the worn yellow pages..
It must have gotten stuck to another page when I flipped threw it before.
Blood thirsty creatures of the night, undead beings that hunt humans and survive on the blood of their victims. Once human in origin a puncture bit of a vampire can turn a human into one of them if their venom enters their system.
Notable Powers: Immortality, Super strength, Speed (In some cases gifted with other abilities)
Distinctions: Blood red eyes (WELL FEED) or Jet-black eyes (UNDERFEED)
Vanquish: Dismember and then set remains on fire.
Every aspect of Emmett she could think of seemed to line up. Not only him but the rest of his family as well. They never interacting with people but each other, Emmett's strong physique, never once having seen them eat, and they all have the same eyecolor even though they are not related.
It was a fairly strange idea to think about.
Only one thing did not fit her mother's description. The gold eyes that he adorned days ago when he visited her. The beautiful orbs burned in the back of her mind as she continued to think about them.
If he was vampire what would it mean then because his eyes are not red? Obviously he's feed off something given that their not black. What's so special about the Cullens?
Deep in her thought she didn't happen to hear the attic door open. Absentmindedly Genevieve's fingers tapped away at the top of the page.
"What are you looking at?" Jill's voice abruptly interrupted from her right side scarring the life out of Genevieve. She screamed bloody murder tossing her hands in the air. The scare accidently causing her to use her powers and made the large glass window behind them shatter.
"Someone's jumpy." My sister snickered to herself.
"Jillian, I told you not to scare her." Sally's raised her voice as she pushed the attic door open and walked in.
"Vampires?" Jill questioned as she looked over the book that was in front of her. Completely ignoring Sally's statement.
Genevieve's hand clung to her now palpitating chest as her heart fluttered around in her chest cavity. Breathing heavily, she tried to gain control back of her feelings. She hadn't seen Jill in months and as exciting as it was to see her sister, all she wanted now was to punch her in the face.
"You owe me a window." I managed to breath out towards her.
"You didn't answer my question?"
Yet again same old Jill ignored what was said to her and focused in on what she wanted to know. While Sal managed to grab my trembling frame around the waist and sit me down. "You know you could apologize to our baby sister and fix the damn window." Sally said as she held me close to her chest.
"Fine"
"Let the object of objection become but a dream as I cause the seen to be unseen." Jill spoke as she faced the window.
The small, shattered pieces of glass lifted from the floor and formed back together. A spider web crack formed on the now gathered pieces as it started to repair itself before turning back into a completed window.
"Happy now?" Jill asked as she pointed her finger back at the window.
"Very much so." I said smiling over at the annoyed red head. "What are you both doing here?" I questioned looking in between both of my sisters.
"I had a nagging feeling that something was wrong with you." Sal spoke softly as she held my hand in her lap.
"Yes, and you know how mom nags." Jill responded sarcastically as she came and sat by us in the opposite lounge chair.
"Jillian!" Sally spoke sternly cutting her eyes over at her other sister. Jill raised her hands in defense before folding them and leaning back in her seat to relax.
