Amethyst

Chapter 8

Lea’s POV

While we walked back to his house, our hands locked in each other’s; I was explaining the finer details about the noticeable differences between different supernatural creatures.  I had just finished explaining that all Werewolves had brown eyes and that no other supernatural creature was ever born with them.  But I also emphasised that not everyone with brown eyes was a Werewolf.

“What about your eye’s then?”  He asked, genuinely curious.

“Witches are completely different, our eyes aren’t all the same but that’s because our eyes are like a lion’s main we use them to show how powerful we are and different colours mean different things.  Like my mum has pink eyes with a hint of lilac in them, pink is a display of healing ability and lilac is the sign of power.  Any witch with lilac in their eyes is powerful and it’s a warning to whoever tries to take them on.”

“What do your eyes mean then?”  He stared at me and I could feel myself blushing.

“Well, my eyes are a mixture of violet, lilac and blue.  The violet means beauty.” 

“Well that makes sense."  He smiled at me and I smiled back.

"But the beauty is like an illusion, it's a kind of trick to deceive people.  My aura convinces you that I'm the most beautiful person you've ever seen, it’s another defensive strategy but this one is for humans.  Over time we’ve needed to convince humans that we were just like them and this was one of the ways we did it."

"I don't believe that."  He countered.

“Think about the first time you saw me and what did you think?"  After a moment of thought he realised that I was right but without dwelling on it for too long I moved onto the other colours.  “The lilac you know means power, and the blue means, protection.”  I said as we turned around the corner and start walking down his street.

“Protection, what does that mean?” 

“It means that my power will be stronger when I’m protecting those I care about.  That's why it was such a spectacular display the other night, because I was protecting you.”  He seemed to be really happy about that fact, a cheeky grin edging it way onto his lips. 

We got to his door and he took out the key from his pocket to open the door, playing with it nervously as he did so.  “Do you wanna come in?” He asked with a hint of fear in his words but it soon disappeared when I agreed and his face lit up and he unlocked the door. 

The house wasn’t as big as mine but it was modern in comparison.  All the walls were covered in creams and browns, and from what I could see of the kitchen, it had black granite work tops that sparkled against the perfect white cabinets, nothing like the wooden ones I had at home.

“Mum, you home?”  He put his keys on the table in the hallway before going to look for his mum, “Guess she must have gone out.” 

He took my coat off me hanging it next to his own.  He then grabbed my hand and walked me into the living room which had modern flower pattern wallpaper on the walls and they had a large three piece suite filling the room. 

“Wow, your mum decorated this quickly.”  I exclaimed while he gave a little laugh as we sat on the sofa.

“My mum had the place decorated before we came so we could just move in.” 

“Oh right.”  I looked down, I felt a little silly that I had said that.  He sat back into the sofa and pulled me back with him.  He picked up a remote and turned on the CD player which played, A twist in my story by Secondhand Serenade.