Spellbound

Chapter 1

 A/N: This story follows multiple perspectives. I will try and keep it limited to three but no promises. This chapter is a pilot chapter. I am not currently sure of my commitment to this story as of yet, however, you, my readers, will determine its future. Please keep in touch, say hi and stuff like that. I'd love to hear from all of you.

—Chapter 1—

(Ian)

It had all started with a girl. When does it not? But how my life went from being interested in a girl to being tied up to a chair in a pitch black basement… well I couldn’t tell you how I got here. Here I am though: cement floor with nearby drainage pipe, a chalk pentagram with its five points encompassed by a circle, me in the center, with lit candles at each of the five points. I’d say I was in the middle of a practical joke if I didn’t know better. It was real; as real as the sun, as real as the moon. My thoughts filtered to the one I knew was behind this. The girl. That one girl. Her. Pretty much any and every phrase that could point out one specific girl with great emphasis. She was here. She was behind all of this.

Rage boiled up inside of me and I struggled against my bonds. Well, I would have if I was cuffed or tied up with rope. There was nothing around my wrists and ankles. No friction no matter how much I tried to move. The chair wouldn't break either. I huffed and I puffed, but I couldn't blow the house down... well, pull the chair apart.

As if she were a ghost, she stepped forward into the dim light afforded by the candles. I didn’t notice her until I looked up when she whispered my name.

“Ian.”

My head jerked up when I heard my name. My eyes narrowed into slivers of ice as I saw who it was. She was the girl that I love; the girl that I thought loved me; the girl that had kidnapped me, and tied me to a chair in the middle of a spell. Now I don’t know what to think. Her familiar smile was the last thing I could focus on as my world faded to black.

When I first saw her, I could tell she was unique. She liked to hide behind a dark, romantic mask of disinterest in every day life around her. This caught my attention right off the bat. I could tell she shared some of the same thoughts as I did. I steeled myself, and made my way over to sit down next to her. I did and didn't say a word. She didn't say anything either. We sat on the edge of a pond well until after midnight. I kept alternating my attention from the full moon to her and back again. She just seemed to stare at the moon. When the moon reached its apex, shivers crawled up my arms and down my spine from my neck. She looked at me and smiled more of a feral, predatory smile than a warm and comforting smile. That was the smile that I got to know and love. It made her sound like she knew more about the world than anyone else...

I blinked and suddenly she was standing there before me, smile that same smile that she gave me right before I passed out. My memory had changed to a nightmare. I tried clawing my way out.

I jerked awake as the slight. The candles were still burning, halfway gone. My head was foggy and my vision hazy. It seemed as if all of my senses had been tuned up, many times more sensitive than before. The room was dark, but I didn’t have a problem seeing anyways. The damp air was cold to the touch, and sent shivers down my spine. The silence was deafening, giving me a headache. Incense in the air fed the headache until it grew into a wildfire. The headache battled against me in my head. I lost, falling back into darkness.

I can't recall how many times I faded in and out of consciousness that night. I can't remember much about that whole ordeal. One of the few things I do remember, is waking up.