Best Friends // lrh

10. Unnatural.

"Lace!"

I jumped, tangled in blankets, then falling to the floor beneath my bed. I couldn't breathe, not because I was scared, but because I felt like I was inside a fire that was suffocating me. I ripped the blankets off of me as quick as I could manage, still struggling for breath. I hadn't even gotten a look at who woke me up, not like I'd been able to see anything through the smoke.

Smoke?

Okay, unless this house caught on fire and Luke came over to get me there is no reason there should be smoke in my room.

I tried to clear my head, telling myself this was all a dream. I closed my eyes, picturing a clear room with whomever it was trying to wake me up.

"Baby, are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you." A familiar voice cooed before his perfect arms lifted me back to my bed.

I opened my eyes and there was no trace of smoke, "What the hell was that?"

Ashton looked confused, "Well, it's 4 in the afternoon, I didn't think you'd be sleeping still, you usually get up really early." He ran his fingers through his hair.

"It's already 4? I looked over at my clock before remember that I hadn't fallen asleep until nearly 3 hours ago, "Never mind that, it wasn't what I was talking about. I was talking about the smoke, what was that?"

He looked even more confused, "What smoke?"

"You didn't see the thick cloud of smoke?" I sat up straight, something wasn't right.

"Are you sure you didn't hit your head?" Ashton placed his hands on the side of my face, tilting my head back and forth.

"I'm fine," I thought for a second, "I must of just been hazy from sleeping so late." I lied.

"Alright... Um, I wanted to know if you wanted to go out to dinner with me, and the fam, then probably head into downtown. Your dad can come along too, I mean it's our last day before we head to North America." He smiled that perfect little lopsided smile and I couldn't say no.

"Sure, I'll be ready in about an hour." I kissed his cheek, to which he turned and I hit his lips.


**

I threw on a black long sleeve, a maroon overall dress and tapestry printed tights. I fixed my messy blue hair, giving it a slight wave and putting a flower crown on. I slipped in a pair of plugs that Harry and Lauren had gotten me, a simple industrial, all of my other usual jewelry and a quick spray of perfume before I met Ash and my dad in the living room. I picked up my favorite boots from near the door along with my purse and phone.

"Don't you look absolutely beautiful?" Someone whispered in my ear as their arms snaked around my waist.

I couldn't help the blush that immediately showed on my already pink cheeks as I turned in his arms, "You don't look too bad yourself." We smiled before leaning in to kiss.

"Will you two ever get a room?" A snarky little boys voice said.

I laughed, pulling myself from the close embrace, "Well, if someone didn't constantly spy on us." I laughed, picking up Harry on the way out of the door.

"Hey, come on, you promised that when I got taller than you that you'd stop lifting me." Harry complained, but I still set him down.

"You are absolutely not taller than me." I crossed my arms.

"Wanna bet?" He stuck his tongue out.

I looked over at Ann, she just nodded her head, "He went to the doctors yesterday, measured 5'2."

"This is so not fair, I'm 18 and 5 feet tall. Something had to have gone wrong in the genetics." I laughed, entwining my fingers with Ash's.

"Your Aunt Lavender was the exact same height as you, stopped growing at age 10, just like you." My dad laughed, making his way closer to the van.

"Really? Well, now we know who I'm most like." I laughed.

It wasn't a good laugh though, it was a cover-up-the-pain-you're-in laugh. When dad said the name Lavender I felt like someone was stabbing me, and that I was being set on fire. Fire twice in one day is just not right.

***

"So, walking me up the path to my house, how gentlemen like of you." I giggled, looking down at our linked hands.

"I have my moments." Ashton smiled, waiting for my dad to pass through the door.

"So, I'll meet you at the airport in the morning?"

"See you there, beautiful." He whispered, then brought me closer.

Every kiss sent volts through me, but this one was pure fireworks.

I smiled, whispering goodbye again before turning back up the path. Something caught my eye; a light from a window and a blonde boy looking utterly sad. My heart broke... Again.

"Lacy, we need to talk."

"Yeah, Dad, I know."

"Let's take a walk."

He pushed my back down the path, in the direction of the abandoned book shop. the closer we got, the sicker I felt. I didn't feel safe anymore. We went inside, and dad started talking. I was too distracted by the rustling sound and the feeling that we weren't alone.

"LACY!"

I jumped, for the second time today, this time hit my knee on the underside of the table.

"Are you listening to anything I'm saying?" My dad asked, steeping closer to me.

"I'm sorry, I can't concentrate here, it doesn't feel right." My knuckles were turning white because of how tight I was gripping the edge of my chair.

Something did not feel right whatsoever. I always imagined this place would be wonderful, considering my mother spent so much time here. Ever since I turned 16, every time I walk past the hair on the back of my neck stands up, my jaw tightens and I can feel my blood boiling. Now 2 years later, Dad brought me inside I felt like the life was being drained from me.

"Lacy, tell me exactly what you feel." He sat on the table in front of me, looking directly into my eyes.

"I just don't feel comfortable here, I don't get it. Each time I walk past here I get the feeling someone or something is going to jump out and try to kill me. Yet, at the same time, I feel so frustrated. It's like I've been here before, looking for a book, but never being able to find it." I took a breath, then the air became cold.

"Lacy, close your eyes and see whatever it is you think you're looking for. See it like it's already yours." Dad told me, holding my hands because they were shaking so much.

I closed my eyes, but I wasn't sure what to picture, or why I was even doing this. I just concentrated on the endless supply of my mother's books, going through the missing ones. Gradually, pressure started to weigh down my head, and I could feel myself crying out but couldn't hear anything. I felt like I was covered in rubbing alcohol and lit with a lighter; exterior burning up, but not actually on fire. the ground beneath me started to shake and my breathing became more shallow.

"Lacy, darling, you can open your eyes now." Dad rubbed circles into the back of my palm.

My eyes slowly opened and nothing felt real. Everything around us had changed; it was now cold and damp, like we were underground. The big catch was that there was a huge iron door in front of us that looked like it was abandoned for at least 10 years. Everything was dimly lit from a small lantern above the door, I then saw a chair.

"Lace, before you go inside, there are a few things I want you to know. First off, I can't go in with you, but I will sit out here if you have any questions. Second, don't feel obligated that you have to do anything about what you find; you don't have to do anything about what you find, unlike most you have a choice. Lastly, my dear Lacy Abigail, do not be upset with me. There are many things I couldn't tell you, and I wish I could've." He pulled me in, hugging me very tightly.

"One question, how do I get in, it's locked." I pulled on the handle to show him.

"Her ring." He smiled before turning around to sit in the chair.

I pulled my mothers ring from my neck, looking at it. I grabbed the doorknob, feeling it move to the side. I slid it all the way over, seeing a weird shape. I pressed the ring into the lock and heard a lot of clicks, seeing many things on the lock appear. Including my mother's maiden name, Chaste.

The doors creaked open, giving off more light. As I walked in I felt like I went through a thin wall. I looked back at my dad and he nodded his head for me to continue. Lights flickered and books flew from shelves, it seemed like everything was coming to life.

I looked around, not sure what to do. It felt like someone was tapping my shoulder, so naturally I turned around. I jumped back, considering it was a book and not a person. It followed me as I tried to step away, so I just sat down. The book carefully placed itself on the table in front of me.

The book was pure leather with gold writing. The writing itself looked like an ancient form of language. Maybe it was Latin or Welsh, but I understood it. Absolutely no idea how, but I read it like it was plain English.

The Unnatural of Moon and Mortality

I stared at the book while it opened itself to a page.

Abigail Chaste was the first of the Moon to bear the unnatural. This creature was an abomination that we feared would tear the worlds apart. Thusfore the child, Lavender, born on 21 May 1678, was executed on 21 December 1696 before she could reach pull power at age 19. Hereafter the making of any child half mortal and half Moon is to not exist. If another child under these circumstances is to be conceived, it will be be sentenced to death at the moment of birth, no matter the ranking of the Moon parent. Any other child born to this family name as a half-breed will be put under the curse, also known as Lavender's Pledge.

i could feel my entire body shaking. images started to flash through my mind of a teen girl with dark brown hair flowing behind her in the dark of the night, the full moon the only illumination. She was running, looking back every so often until she came to a dead stop in the middle of a field of lavender and black lace. Her blue eyes snapped from side to side, then she raised her hands above her head. She seemed to be reaching for something. The young woman fell to her knees, glowing. It was then I noticed the moon had disappeared from the dark sky. The people she was running from stopped, pitch forks, ropes, and torches in hand. Some of them tried to get closer, but they burst into dust, floating up into the darkness.

"My dearest Lacy, on the night you were born you should have never made it past dawn, but due to the strength of this full moon I hold hold inside of me, you survived, after all I promised my sister. You can give thanks to me later, but now you face a choice. You are the same age as I when I was murdered by these people you see; mortals and witches alike. I gave you the moon and my body, my dear niece. That has kept you alive so far, along with your amount of compassion and pure love that only the mortal in you possess. You could be the greatest witch we've ever known. The book will take you to the curse. You have until the winter solstice of your 18th year to decide. You get to choose your destiny, don't allow anyone to tell you it is already written and done. Your life will be spared, my pledge, darling."

I was sucked back into reality, falling to my knees. The book appeared in front of me once again, this time opening to my curse.

Any child of the Chaste line that is half mortal should be found and executed immediately. However, if Lavender's pledge did succeed and the daughter of Chaste is not able to be killed, then she shall have until the winter solstice before her 19th year to decide her fate. This process will begin when the daughter of the Moon turns 13, she will possess many qualities of her family, along with whatever traits the mortal parent does. She will be the most powerful witch ever known, but her destiny shall be this:

Thou child of Chaste will be given the choice of mortality or Moon upon the winter solstice of her 18th year. If she does not know of her powers or anything of this world her choice will be mortality, but shall be taken away from her mortal father. If the child knows of our world she must be murdered the same way as her ancestor, Lavender.

I felt like I couldn't breathe, everything finally made sense. The deja vu, the images, my dreams, the visions, the feelings, my moon shaped birthmark right over my heart. Then, it went dark, like all of the life was being sucked from the room. My body was on fire. I fell to my knees, and suddenly the lights were back, but no life.

"My darling, Lacy. I'm overjoyed that you've finally realized what you are." A woman said, stepping out of the shadows.

The only reason I knew who this woman is was because looking at her was like looking in a mirror, "Aunt Lavender."

"And how smart you are. I understand that you graduated top of your class. Well done, dear. Now, it's time for your claiming." She smiled, walking towards me, her black and gold dress flowing with her.

"What claiming?" I stepped back.

"Oh, darling, it's nothing really. Every witch is claimed by her nature, good or bad, light or dark, naughty or nice, however you wish to put it. This is very important for you because it will decide how you will help the worlds."

"Or destroy them like you intended to. Trust me, Aunt Lavender, I know what you want, and I know what I'll be, but I will never follow in your footsteps." I stood up straight.

"Oh, silly girl, you won't have a choice."

"I'm not letting anyone tell me that my destiny is already written, just like you said. I'm a lot stronger than you think, and I will not break." I closed my eyes.

"Well, head into that room there, you shall be claimed by your ancestors."

I carefully made my way over, stepping into the room, door slamming behind me. I looked around and I could feel my body burning, but not the usual burning. Kind of like scolding water, it's so hot it feels cold to touch. There was a sharp pain in my head like high pitch screams. Once again, I fell to my knees, looking up. There were paintings on the ceiling, the moon and it's surrounding stars, like a tracker. Suddenly, there were winds coming from all directions, fire shooting from my hands, swirling around me and I cried out. Everything stopped, no movement was made and I carefully stood up, only to nearly fall again. Somehow during all of this I had changed, I was claimed.

I stepped out of the room, getting Aunt Lavender's attention my my heels clicking on the cement ground.

"That is impossible." Her mouth agape as she looked at me.

"I told you, I'm making my own destiny." I stepped closer and she stepped back.

"You cannot be more powerful than I, let alone not allow yourself to be completely claimed."

The dress that claimed me was white for light, and black for dark. I wouldn't let myself be told what I had to be, I was my own person, not someone's puzzle piece.

"I always have been more powerful, Aunt Lavender. I just didn't know what the power was." I looked down at the cooling on my chest. A necklace appeared, two crescent moons and one moon stone. My life line.

I watched my aunt disappear into dust, but I knew it wasn't the last of her.

I collapsed, again. I just cried, I had no idea what to do. After a few minutes of a good cry, I stood up and dusted myself off. I went through the entire library, getting every book I could need, then a few extras. I looked through them, trying to find the spells I'd need. I was able to condense all of my books into 12, disguising them as the Vampire Academy series. If anyone tried to read them, it would be the series, but to me, it was spells, potions and everything else.

*****

I've spent everyday for the past month reading. It's been hard because I've been in America with the boys, but all they see is the Vampire Academy series.

Ashton and I are still strong, Luke and I are our own form of normal, but they're both in the dark. I only have 5 months to create my own destiny and save them.

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