a/n: I dug through a WHOLE bunch of things and found EVERYTHING! SO... here's the other cover for... Witch's Hand. Thanx SO much for this cover :) Oh, and I noticed that her name was actually Aurora Celeste Andrews before Dominque Gold, so....
i. Man in the Mirror
"Why," I groaned in annoyance. I was sitting on my couch white some black skinny jeans on, a white baggy sweater, and a black beanie over my mustard blonde waves. I hated the color, and would kill for a different one.
"Because, you need to get off your lazy ass," she said. "Aiden will pick you up at seven, and he promised to have you back my midnight. Now please, get ready; it's already 5:30."
"MOM, that's a whole hour away," I grumble, petting the head of my cat. Ash had ash grey fur with darker grey stripes on her back, she was a calico kitten with white fur on her belly.
"Now," she hissed, and I grumbled some mean things under my breath, carrying a purring Ash to my bedroom. I didn't actually heed her words; instead, I cozied up on my bed with a sketchbook and some pencils. I drew a perfect image of my favorite character, Julian. He had silver hair, but as a disguise, it was pictch black, paired with bright ice blue eyes.
I drew him in a trench coat, his hands stuck in the pocket as he passed by a night club. After I finished some shading, I finished the sketch, put a sleeping Ash in her bed, and got ready. When I came out in nothing but a towel, I found an outfit lying on the bed.
I tucked the white button down shirt into peach high waist shorts, putting the peach blazer on, the sleeves rolled up. I put on the white Vans, and stomped outside, mad. "There, happy," I grumble, noting that Aiden would be here in about three minutes.
"Oh, no," Mom scolded, pushing me back into my room.
She parted my hair into two before making it into wavy locks, and I grimaced at the mustard color. "Bye, honey," she called, and I just grimaced at her.
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"Why don't you just wash the dye out," Aiden asks. I shudder away from his touch and press myself to the door.
I didn't hate Aiden, but he had a huge crush on me. I kept gently rejecting him, but he'd come right back like a lost puppy. Everyday I'd strictly tel him we were friends, but did he listen? Obviously not.
"Mari."
"Huh?"
"We're here." I stand and look at the club in front of us.
"Why are we here?"
"For the hell of it," he responds, opening my door for me with a lazy smile.
"You're crazy," I say, following him in. The whole thing is crazy. The club is pretty big with lights shining from the small windows and the music blaring loud.
"Crazy for you," he mutters as the bouncer lets us in. All around, there are these weird shimmers that distract me.
"Come on, I'll get us some drinks," Aiden says, leaving me alone. I start swaying to the music so I don't look like a weirdo. Suddenly, I'm freezing cold. I can't stand it, and I want to just start a fire.
"Sorry," a voice says as they bump into me. I only get a glimpse, but he looks familiar... the silver-ish white-blonde hair, the piercing Ice blue eyes. Julian...
"Wa-wait!" But he's gone, just as fast as he's come.
"You okay?" Aiden stands in front of me with a smile, holding two cups. One is a blue liquid and the other is pink; he hands me the pink one.
"What is this?"
"Strawberry flavored soda," he answers, and I swallow the drink whole. "You want mine? It's blue raspberry."
A look I can't analyze flashes in his nearly black eyes, and it scares me.
Don't do it, a voice says in the back of my mind.
Why shouldn't I do it? Is there something wrong with it?
I take the glass suspiciously, just as a wanting burns in my throat. I want to drink it, I'm thirsty. I have to drink it.
And I do. The fruity taste calms and soothes me as Aiden smiles at me.
"Shall we dance," Aiden asks, firmly gripping my hips. He makes us rock to the sides as the music pounds, swaying to every beat.
I feel something come over me--what's going on?
I let my arms rest around Aiden's neck and let my hands brush through his hair. Aiden slowly leans in; closer... closer... closer.
It's not enough, I want it to be even closer, to the point where it's impossible to get anymore close. I pull him incredibly close and he peppers kisses along my jaw. I tug at his brown hair and smirk to myself. Finally.
Stop, the voice orders not a moment later. As if all my senses come back, I back up. I push Aiden away from me.
"I have to pee," I blurt, pushing through the crowd to et away from him. As I make it to the bathroom, I make sure no one is occupying the stalls and lock the door behind me.
"What the hell," I ask myself, staring into my reflection, except I'm not the only one.
"Hi..."
