Drake, Bewitched

Summer's Interlude- Jezelda

There was no point in crying; he wasn't coming back. I couldn't comprehend how I went from almost having my first kiss to being tied to a pole in a split second.

Aubrey had lied to me. But I guess I had been lying to him too. The difference was that my lies were for his protection. Despite everything, I still didn't want him dead. 

What I really needed, was my Mom. I needed her advice, but my phone was in my bag by the couch. The garlic and salt had weakened my powers, but I could still draw from the pool water. I just needed to calm down, slow my breath, and focus.

I started to visualize my phone in my bag, imagining it creeping out.

Its properties, its size, and shape. I felt the sizzle as the block from the garlic and salt intercepted my force.

What I needed to do was break the circle of salt. 

I focused on the water, willing it to come to me. The internal pain was unbearable, and I was sweating, making the garlic's effect worse.

Come on, Jezelda.

Suddenly, Drake's face appeared in my mind—his lips close to mine, his large hands on my waist. The hot, sticky desire burned back, creating a small window of calm.

I focused on the water again, willing it toward me.

Aha!

I felt it, a spark.

The water rocked back and forth, eventually crashing onto the floor. 

Yes, that's it. 

With a great wave, the circle of salt was finally broken.

 I slipped through carefully, calming the waves and releasing the rope from my arms.

Panic set in. I needed to call my mom. Thank God my bag was mostly dry. I grabbed my cell.

It rang a few beats until she picked up.

"Mom! I need your help, Drake knows."

There was a muffled sound, and I hunched over my phone desperately.

"Mom!"

"Jezelda," she finally said through crackling sounds. "There's dark magic here. Don't come home. Can't contact. Stay safe."

"Mom, are you in trouble?"

The crackling continued, and I heard a scream. "Don't contact us. They'll find you. Go to Salem."

"Salem? Why? Mom, I can't hear you."

"Go to the council in Salem. They're the only ones who can h-"

My phone beeped twice as the call disconnected.

Crap. I heard rattling upstairs. I needed to get to Salem now, but I couldn't leave Aubrey behind. I needed him to understand.

The door burst open, and instead of Drake, I saw a familiar figure. My stomach dropped when I realized who it was.

The dark magic.

He wore a white suit, his black hair slicked back. His eyes were flaming red.

I can take him I told myself, despite backing away toward the edge of the room. 

He was emotionless, his energy worse than the garlic burn. His shoes echoed through the room.

"Jezelda, Jezelda," he said in a low voice. "We finally meet."