Marked: Enchanted

Chapter 1: 'Just a Dream'

I keep having that dream about the same boy. Lucas. I mean I knew him. He was a werewolf boy I used to spy on all the time when I was bored. Back home, everyone wanted to fight me. They claimed they were stronger than me. I laugh in their face and turn right around.

I found happiness in the kitchen, and at the age of 465 years old, I had a lot of practice. My mother made me hide my craft because it would make her look "bad". The bitch has killed and cursed more people than her own age and she worries about looking "bad". I knew she was ashamed of me cause I was a "Daus Partes" she called it. She says it means that I have a humanine side and an insane side. It was worse when I was little, but as I grew up, I learned to control it. If my insane takes over, I'd be an unstoppable killing force. I'd give into it but for the one fact of that I'm lazy. I mean who wants to clean up the blood of an entire coven.

I've killed before when I needed to relieve stress or when I was bored. I've been bored all my life. Nothing really lasted expect cooking so I applied for a new school that was far from my coven. My mother won't know, either will her followers. She won't be embarrassed. I'll just tell her I was going on a life journey or something. 

I got my acceptance letter about a week after my application was sent in. They said my baking skills were amazing, and that they needed me as a part of their official school team. It's like a Mathletes but with food involved. I'm the patisserie, or pastry chef, of the group. I believe we have a grillardin, rotisseur, poissonnier, and saucier. To put them simply, grill, roast, fish, and sauce chefs. 

We'll all live in our own apartments in pairs all expenses paid. It's said the aparments are very small, however. When you walked in, you see your bed. If you go that bed and turn left there's the kicthen. Turn right and there's the bathroom door on the other side of the bed and then a window. In front of the bed, by the wall, there's a closet door and holding the tv up is a huge dresser.

I was the first to arrive. I started unpacking which wasn't much. All I had was a backpack full of my witches' craft. My book of spells, three wands, chocolate covered dragon eggs, granny's witch hat, and my battle dress. You know simply stuff. I could teleport all my other things which is why I'm glad I was there first.

"I mees ot tfel emos sgniht dniheb, torpelet meht ot erehw I ediser," I speak the spell

I quick place my belongs on one half of the closet and other half of the drawers. I finish my work and flop on the bed. I sunk into the sheets, and the matress formed to my body. They sure knew how to treat a witch. I look outside the window. The view of the small campus was great. You could then see tiny pieces of the uncharted town it resides in. No'll find me here. New life awaits, right?

I hear a crash and turn my head, "Oh, dammit. Sorry for the mess. I'm Lucas, you're new roomate."

I glance at the noises source. He had brown roots that turned into blonde locks that was messy around his head. He had vibrant blue eyes that I just wanted to drown in. He wasn't built very muscular, only small muscles here and there. He had cute, blonde stumble growing on his chin. Did he say his name is Lucas?

Damn, that voice. I'm in full panic mode now. The Lucas I know can sniff me out as a witch as fast as I can blink. He is an alpha's son, after all. Fortuneatly, he's preouccipied with his messy lounge to notice me. I try sleathily to slide on the wall towards the bathroom.

I'm halfway there when his head suddenly pops up. His eyes are locked on mine as his nose rises in the air. Crap. I try to make a run for it, but he's already has me in a hold. He uses one of his hands to restrain mine, and the other is around my neck. His once refreshing eyes turn cold.

On instinct, I laugh. Crazy mode activated. I can't even count how many times I've been in this situation. With one spell, a spill of the tongue is all it takes to get rid of this jackass. As I stop my laughter, my mouth opens to speak. I'm interrupted by his hand pulling my neck forward and thrusting it back causing my head to bang against the wall.

The one thing you don't want to do is piss off a witch. If you do, you're dead before the spell is even spoken. The absolute thing you don't want to do is piss of a crazy, messed up witch. The impact caught me off guard so my disguise vanishes. My long, silk black hair is now in its orignal fuzzy afro. My ears become pointy and slightly long. My nose and teeth turns into that of a feline. Finally, my brown orbs desolve into green eyes of a black cat.

My "capture" eyes never left mine. Instead of cold and bitterness, it turns into those of shock. I glare at him and struggle under his hold. He's strong than he looks. I continue to struggle as he comes closer to me. Too close. This is just another version of a dream.

It's just a dream. It's not real. It's never real. He should be with his pack. He's an alpha's son. That's why this is a dream. He shouldn't be here with me. He can't be here with me. I enchanted on him long ago.  Is he just now realizing I'm his mate? This is so fucked up.

His grip on my neck vanishes, and I catch my breath. His eyes still locked on mine. His free hand slides down my body and leaves a faint fire sensation. He grabs my thigh and lifts it to his waist. This isn't helping my breathing at all. He scoots closer to be if that's even possible. Our noses touch, and I'm still struggling to escape his grasp.

I hate how defenseless this is making me. I just want to scream. However, if I open my mouth, I know nothing will come out. My breathing slows, but he's still looking at my eyes. I bet he thinks they're creepier. This is not the time to get insercure.

"Um, Lucas," I whisper, but it comes out more breathly than I expected

His eyes shift a little and then suddenly release me. I have to lean on the wall after realizing he was the only thing keeping me up. My chest still rises and falls quickly. Lucas just stares blankly at me and laughs. He flops on the bed and smiles to himself. Still holding onto the wall, I stare at him, and I wish I could read his mind. Unforteneatly, my magic doesn't work on my enchant. Unfair.

I roll my eyes and look away from him, "I'm Kerra."

"I know who you are. You're the cat, wicth, whatever that use to stalk me," he laughs

My eyes went so wide that I thought they might pop out my head. "You knew I was there?"

"Well, duh. I didn't tell anyone but my mom you were there. However, she dismissed it sometime of imaginary friend," he states with a hint of a smile. "I use to call you Chesire."

I smile at the ground and put my disguise back on. The last to go is my eyes. I hate my eyes. They were the only reminder that I was the only cat witch left. Contrary to common beliefs, mother dearest  abandon me when I was young. Long story, short, the small population of feline enchanters took me in. However, they traded half of my soul to the Soul Reapers for Witch-Hazel. A stupid plant for my soul! I knew witches were evil but not this bad.

-If not for them, I wouldn't have been created

-If you weren't created, they'd still be alive

-Oh come on. You know it wasn't all me. You wanted them dead just as much as me.

-I couldn't care less really.

-When are you going stop denying me and let me win.

-When I die from Locked in syndrome

I'm talking to myself again. When half a soul is gone, something has to take the place of it. The soul can repear itself if the witch's will is strong enough. Even as a child, I was strong enough. However, I wanted someone who would to take the pain away. I wanted something who'd take me away from the bad people. I wanted my Mommy. I didn't know then that my mother's soul was a heartless bitch, but hey, you live and learn right.