Drop Dead Gorgeous

You're A Witch

***CHRISTI'S P.O.V***

Fear. Fear is an emotion where you know something is not right. A feeling that something bad will happen and there is nothing you can do. Fear is when a problem, no, Crisis strikes and there is no way out.

Fear is when your dead brother, is very much alive...

"Clive... Your dead?" Harry said, questioning more that stating.

"Yep!" He said popping the p.

"Then... What are you? Why did you go?" I mumbled, stumbling on my words.

"Had to. But let's just say. Soon, you'll be coming with me."

"No! What are you talking about?" I almost shouted, grabbing on to Harry's arm making him wince.

"Ashton wants you. What Ashton wants. He gets. Hence the reason he made me fake my death. So I could be one of them." Clive smiled, with a hint of evil which I've never seen before. He was always nice and couldn't hurt a fly of his life depended on it.

"Wait... Ashton who? The werewolf?" Harry asked. Clive simply nodded.

"What does he want with her?" Harry said, his eyes almost popping out of his head.

"That." He replied. Prodding my stomach. I tried to stop him but he was gone. As quickly as he had appeared he vanished.

"Harry?" I said, turning him to face me. His face was vacant. I didn't know what to do and now the car park was empty and it was class assembly. All year 11's needed to go. As in us.

"Harry!" I yelled, slapping him hard.

"Shit Christi! Sorry, let's go... The quicker we go, the earlier we leave!" He said, dragging me by the arm.

"...examples of commitment and honour. Thank you for setting examples and for allowing us to help a guide you in all possible ways." Miss Holland, head of year said. We managed to get in unnoticed and listened to what she had to say. Well I did. Harry was lost in thought again. "Also, you will have to return to take the last 3 exams but after that, we will see you in August for your results. Thank you for coming with us. Thank you for helping us help you and most of all thank you for this years efforts. Please feel free to go home after lunch." He finished, the whole room erupted into shouts and clapping. Screaming students and proud teachers smiling and laughing. Sharing jokes and stuff. I didn't focus in that. I was focused on Harry.

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***HARRY'S P.O.V***

I began to panic now. Why would Ashton want MY girl, and why does he want her stomach... No. Wait he wants what's in it. But she isn't pregnant so I don't see why he would need that unless... FUCK! He wants her so she could have his baby. But why? Why is Christi so special to him? What else does she have that he needs? I don't know, but all I know she isn't safe at her house anymore. She needs to stay at my house. Where she will be protected. Safe. Happy. Well maybe not happy... But she has to. We also have to change her appearance incase he sends anyone looking. Lead them off her trail. Not a big change, just a few small ones.

"Harry! Harry! Harry come on, it's lunch we can go! Harry seriously snap the fuck out of it or I'll leave alone!" Christi yelled, repeatedly slapping my face.

"Ow, right I'm coming, but you're not going I like what we have to do..." I sighed climbing into the car. Explaining everything I had learnt and like I said. She was far from happy.

"I'm not leaving my home Harry! I don't care who comes after me and why do I have to change what I look like? I don't get it?" She yelled as we pulled into the hair salon. "And I'm not cutting my hair! I will dye it but that's it, she puts scissors to my hair and I will kill you and her. Vampire or not!" She hissed, unwillingly climbing out of the car, slamming the door and marching into the hair dressers.