I was never much for running, but now I was running for my life. Not looking behind me, I felt a ridiculous amount of dread mixing in with adrenaline to make a sickening cocktail that ran through my veins. My breath coming in short pants, I pushed further into the woods that resided in the Beacon Hills Preserve.
I couldn't even remember why I was running, or who I was running from. All I could remember was that I was about to die, and not even my magic could save my life. Hiding behind a tree, I stopped for a minute to try and catch my breath, but also take in my surroundings.
This is why I should have explored the town more often. I should have taken the time to familiarize myself with these woods. Who knew I was going to be running for my life through them.
I didn't hear anyone else around me, so I started walking around, to see if I could find a trail that might head out of this god forsaken place. Looking out in the distance, I came across a small clearing. Too dark to see much, I started walking closer to it.
As I inched nearer, I started hearing sounds of scuffling. Whirling around, I looked to see if my attacker was right behind me. With no one around, I paused, wondering why I could hear people fighting if I was truly alone in these woods at the moment.
Walking into the clearing, I saw what appeared to be an enormous tree. Or it would have been a tree, if someone didn't cut it down. It was a colossal tree stump, and I saw someone lying on it.
Not someone, Derek.
When I walked closer to Derek, I recognized that the sounds of fighting turned into chanting, that was growing louder and louder in my ears. When I was finally right next to the tree stump, my eyes widened in horror.
Derek was unmoving, and sprawled out like he had been dropped from a great height onto the tree. He wasn't breathing, blood was seeping out from under him.
"You're next, June." I whirled around to see the ghastly face of what could only be the darach, who then lunged at me.
I shot up from the back seat of Allison's car, panting slightly, looking around so quickly my neck popped.
"Oh the sleeping beauty awakens," Allison smiled at me. Still recovering slightly, I gave her a small smile. Sitting up popping the rest of my joints, I look over to Lydia, who's reading a book on thermodynamic asymmetry.
She looked over to Allison, "So is that whole 'Not let him out of your sight' thing literal, or more like a general rule?"
"Why?"
"You're running on fumes," she stated simply. Allison let out a frustrated sigh.
"Yeah."
"I'm pretty sure that bus holds a lot more gas than this Toyota," I remarked.
"What if we stop?"
Lydia laughed, "Is it really that big of a deal? So we lose them, we know where they're headed."
"You didn't see what happened," Allison said quietly. I shrank further into my seat, knowing she was talking about Derek.
I wasn't there last night. I promised Ginny I would help her test my magic. It was like coming home from school, only to be put in more school. We did simple exercises that I had done back in New York, we meditated, worked on keeping control. Everything I already knew and more.
Control over my magic had never really been an issue for me. I always maintained a balance with my mind and my soul. In fact, I was always commended for it back with my coven: I had always demonstrated more control than even some adult witches could manage.
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Wicked Witchcraft (Stiles Stilinski)
FanfictionJune's just been cast out of her coven for reasons her brilliant mind still can't comprehend. With the help of her Guardian, Ginny, she ups and leaves for a town clear across the country called Beacon Hills. But as soon as she gets there, peculiar m...