[DISCONTINUED] Shadow Lover

Key to Me

Ok so this chapter takes a little bit of a Sci-Fi turn because I started writing this story without thinking about the end so I have some things that I cannot leave unexplained and because of that I'll write a little about Vera's back story. I'm sorry if this is not what you were looking for but I'll do my best to keep the story interesting. I also struggled with the Latin, again because I got myself into a mess that I cannot leave unexplained. Help I'm getting too involved in this story.

"You underestimated me again." I said. Ever since I started appearing in Wednesday's visions, I knew there was something special about her. Usually, I don't know my vision "victims" and it's easier for me to do my job but I knew Wednesday was going to be a problem ever since I heard the rumor that she almost killed a guy at her old school. Before I start going into people's visions, I start dreaming about them. Ever since my first dream with Wednesday, I couldn't stop thinking about her. At first, I was thinking about her during the daytime, but shortly after I started having dreams of her. Maybe it was just because she was going to be my next victim but it didn't feel like it would be just that. I was so excited to meet this mysterious Wednesday Addams that was about to change my life.

"My old diary... I never knew that could help me." I smirked and placed it on the floor. I grabbed a pair of heavy boots from under my bed and smashed the shit out of the lock that was keeping the diary closed. I didn't lie about why I was in Wednesdays visions, I still needed to figure out what could be in the diary.

I carefully went through each page. It brought back many memories, not all of them were good. "Jessica Roberts looked at me today. I could feel my juices flowing out of me." I read in my mind. I was 13 when I wrote that! Little me had no chill. 

After a few pages, I found something that was rather interesting. The page read: "Mom and I went to the attic today for my first ritual." I remember that day. All my aunts and grandmas came to celebrate, but only mom was allowed to help me with the ritual. "She opened a big book that had some weird signs in it." It's Latin you dumb fuck. "I decided to write the words in my diary so I can maybe understand them later. Mom won't tell me what they mean. She said I have to figure that out on my own. Vivo per te Vivo in te puer tuus sum Securum me in hoc itinere Et accipe donationes meas Diligenter me carpe in hoc itinere Omnibus initiis novis." What the fuck does that mean.

I look back at Wednesday who for some reason patiently waited for me to finish my little research. I love seeing her like this... so helpless and curious. She could've opened the diary and read it, but she didn't.

"Do you know Latin?" I asked and she nodded. I gave her the diary and pointed to where the Latin was. 

"I live through you, I live within you, I am your blood, I am your child, Take me safely on this journey, And accept my givings, Take me carefully on this journey, To all the new beginnings."

The lines are about one of my ancestresses. I've seen a bunch of paintings of her and my first vision was of her. She is the one to help me control my visions. 

"Now that you found your object, will you stop coming into my visions?"

"Yes. This is the last time we'll ever talk." That was a lie. I would never let that happen.

"Good." She got up and took her bag. "If I had another vision about you, I would have blown my brains out. Not in an enjoyable way." She said and left my room.

I started the ritual, step-by-step, just like my mother did it. I put the candles around to form a circle, I turned off all the lights, put the diary in the circle and made sure the moonlight shone right upon it. I closed my eyes and I said the riddle.

"Vivo per te Vivo in te puer tuus sum Securum me in hoc itinere Et accipe donationes meas Diligenter me carpe in hoc itinere Omnibus initiis novis" I stepped into the circle and as all the candles stopped burning, I collapsed onto the floor.

There she was, in a field full of weeds and dead plants-- my ancestress. I got closer to her. I had no time to lose so I got straight to the point.

"How do I control my visions?"

She looked at me in disgrace. I was supposed to bow in front of her and say the Latin poem again but that was just pure torture and I wasn't going through it again. Even if I showed her no respect, she had to help me because I was the only daughter of my mother and if I didn't have kids it was all over for her. Too bad I don't do dicks. 

"Do you know someone...special?" she asked. I thought of Wednesday. I guess she could qualify as special. 

"Close your eyes and think of them." I followed her instructions. 

"Wednesday Addams... she looks interesting." I opened my eyes. She could see into my mind? I feel bad for her. "This Wednesday... keep her close. She didn't come to your visions just to give you your diary. She is special. The key to controlling your visions is finding true love." Ew, corny.

"She is the key."

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This chapter is very boring and the last part sucks ass but if I had to write it, you have to read it. The slow burn isn't burning, it's just slow at this point