Charm Of Sensuality

Chapter 4

Eden was reluctant to take him to her house but he was adamant on getting her out of the shop. She truly had no choice.

And now as she stood staring at him in the middle of the living room she suddenly regretted inviting him in. His eyes roamed over everything with genuine interest. That included her.

His eyes were piercing, his gaze more than intense.

She gulped, nervously running a hand through her hair. This was insane. For all she knew he was probably a lunatic.

His scrunched his nose up at her again. "You really can't control it can you? Do you even realize that you're doing it?"

She stared up at him in confusion before stiffening up as he started to circle her.

"You really don't know?" He asked.

She wrapped her arms around herself. "Know what? And could you please stop that!"

He froze behind her, his body warmth radiating along her back. "Your grandfather was Aron Baird, correct?"

She nodded.

"He was also a mage. Or more along the lines of one of the greatest warlocks to ever grace this earth."

"Mage? Warlock? What?" She stammered.

He tsked, "Come on sweet heart, stay with me here." He walked around her and stopped right in front of her, crossing his arms over his chest.

"A mage honey, magic, he was a magician. Primarily dark magic, black magic. He excelled in it but after twenty years of service he abandoned the empire and married your grandmother. Do you understand?"

She nodded.

"Good job, honey, stay with me. Your grandmother was a member of the white legion. In other words white magic, earth magic, spiritual enlightenment. You still with me?"

"Spiritual enlightenment... white legion?" She squeaked.

"Your grandmother's ancestors were tribe members of the Niitsitapi or otherwise known as Blackfoot Indians. They reside in the Great Plains typically but with the help of the unfair government and loss of land, migration became an obvious and really, the only solution. Spiritually is a large part of any Native American grouping, those who are particularly gifted with speaking to the earth and all of its inhabitants were recruited to join the White Legion. Your grandmother was one of those people."

"Oh...," she managed.

"It is strictly forbidden for a dark mage to even correspond with a white magic user unless for purposes assigned to him or her but your grandfather broke that law, the same applies to any White legion member which is a law that your grandmother also broke. They both abandoned their post to elope together. They were a major loss, they were both strong individually and brought great and powerful recognition to each perspective group. Their marriage was not a good thing and though they left they were constantly monitored but with only one reason in mind."

Eden swallowed her saliva, she was suddenly frightened out of her mind and she couldn't quite fathom why. "And what was the reason?"

He smirked, "Power, honey. Magic in abundance. Two of the most powerful magic welders in history mating? Come on, baby, be logical. The offspring, the bloodline that could be created with such power running through their veins would be an asset."

"But what does that have to do with me? I can't do any magic..." She mumbled as she took a step back.

He shook his head again, "See that's where you're wrong, sweet heart. Your mother was monitored for years and not once did she show any signs of possessing any powers of any kind. Until you were conceived. Suddenly she gave off this sensual aura, this luscious aroma that screamed dark magic."

"But... but my mom died in child birth...," Eden said.

"Come on sweet heart, you know where this is going."

"I-I can't be... I would know..."

"It's you sweet heart. You're the one with the power, the fusion of dark magic and white magic combined into one. You're the one with the potential to be stronger than any mage in history. It's all you and with what you are, you need to be protected. Thus I am here to do just that."

She took a step back, shaking her head in disbelief, "There's no way... my grandfather would have told me something like that... he would have... he-," he cut her off, moving toward her.

He fingered the pendant around her neck, "He wanted to protect you, he made a deal with the league years ago, to wait until you were old enough to understand all of this. He was supposed to tell you about what you were and the power you possess but... some things don't always go as planned. He and the league settled on twenty-five. Your grandfather wanted to wait until you were thirty but they refused to wait that long."

She was utterly speechless and it showed.

"As for proving you really do possess these powers I'll explain so that you better understand how this works. Dark magic can be seen as something similar to voodoo, it can be good and it can be bad, the same goes for white magic, though it is much harder to find "bad" in white magic. White magic is also known as "earth magic." As beings of this earth we experience everything of the flesh, the senses. It's how everything is categorized. The first thing you notice about someone is skin color, gender... sight. Before you see food you smell it. When you watch television you hear it. When you eat you taste. When you embrace someone you touch, you feel." He stepped closer to her, completely invading her space.

"You give off a silent sensuality that beckons for love and affection, white magic, you exude innocence and purity but your smell, you smell like desire, like impulsive aspirations and lustful imaginations and delicious sex, dark magic. You're both combined into one potentially dangerous substance that could leave any man or woman writhing in euphoric agony. And yet you're so new to your powers that every emotion you feel has that smell spewing out of every pore, making you irresistible, especially to the human senses. Which is why your little friend tried to attack you earlier. You were happy to see him and then he hugged you, he made you feel and you overrode his senses."

She stared at him wide eyed, her mouth gaped open. All of this information at once had her brain processing a mile a minute.

"So... I'm... I'm a witch?" She asked at last.

He smirked, "That word is rather out dated but yes."

"But I have white and dark magic in me..."

"Yes."

"What... about you?" She asked.

He smiled at her, his teeth toothpaste commercial white. He leaned toward her, engulfing her in the smell of fresh mint and pure unadulterated masculinity, "I'm all darkness, sweet heart."

She moved back, her foot smacking into the sofa. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her upright. "I still... I don't understand! What are you protecting me from? Why can't I just live my life like I always have?"

He tsked, "Sweet heart, you're not listening. I'm protecting you from yourself. I'm protecting you from the all the humans who you could potentially overwhelm. I'm protecting you from the dangers that will inevitably come your way once word of your powers hit the fan. You can't possibly live a normal life, you're too powerful for that."

"You're only protecting until my twenty-fifth birthday... what happens after that?"

"You have to choose, sweet heart. And I can't protect you from that. White magic or dark magic, you have to decide."

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