Not Just A Notebook

Chapter 13-Transformations

Video above is the song 'Transformations' by Rameses B ft. Laura Brehm in the Nightcore version that I thought went best with this Chapter :P

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I stared at Soren for the longest time. Then I blinked a couple times. Did he just say I was starting to smell like a Witch? "Yes, I did." Shoot, did I say that out loud? "Yes, you did. Now would you please stop that?"

I rolled my lips into my mouth and turned away from him. "I know she said I was like her, but I didn't think she was serious," I whispered to myself, but Soren caught my words anyway due to his enhanced hearing.

"It happens, Liana, either by heritage or creation. And in your case, it's heritage, which is much much stronger than creation," Soren said casually, his face resting against his hand as he leaned on the stairway railing.

I lifted both my hands up to my face, spreading my fingers apart as I did. "So I can do Magic?"

"With just a little practice, eventually, yes," Soren nodded in confirmation.

I grinned and threw my arms around Soren, hugging him tightly as he staggered back a little from shock. "Thank you, Soren," I whispered near his ear, and he hugged me back.

"You're welcome."

I pulled back and then punched his arm as he simply raised an eyebrow where I hit him. "Oh, and I forgive you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Okay, for what?"

I grinned and crossed my arms. "For still trying to kill me last weekend."

Soren cracked a smile before full out laughing.

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Once the party was over, I said my goodbyes to my new Supernatural friends, finally able to meet Ronan the Werewolf and Mason the Fallen Angel Watcher. Ronan was rather very intimidating while Mason was more carefree and friendly. Otherwise, I got along with them quite well because of Amber. Driving home with the girls after seeing my new friends off, I walked up to my room, Winter following me in as I shut the door behind me and changed out of my dress into a pair of comfy pajamas. I ruffled my hair and was getting into bed when I remembered my book.

I quickly jumped off my bed, receiving an annoyed growl from Winter as she laid her head back down on her front paws. Scrambling over to my desk, I reached for my notebook but paused halfway to it.

It was already open.

And it was damaged.

Gently lifting the wite-out covered page, I realized it was practically spilt all over the latest thing I wrote down. Which was everything that was supposed to happen tonight. I tore the pages that were damaged out of the book and crumbled them up into little tiny paper balls as I tossed them in the trash bin beside my desk. Looking over my book again, I realized something.

I never used wite-out to fix my mistakes. So that could only mean one thing: Sabotage.

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I was glad we had school off for that following week since we had come home at around 3 a.m. and was extremely tired later that morning. Although I was up a lot earlier than the boys were since I was trying my hardest to figure out who could have destroyed my book last night. I had a few suspicions, but no proof of anything having to do with them. So, I was left dumbstruck on who did it. I swear I was so frustrated that when I ran my hands through my hair, I started burning up.

Slowly pulling my shaky hands out of my hair, I held them out in front of me. My hands were red up to my elbows, the tips of my fingers sparking green and purple. I stared, awe struck. What was happening? I took a hesitant step forward only for my sparking fingertips to send off a greenish-purple blast towards my door. I screamed and fell back as my door was blasted off it's hinges.

"Liana!? What's-Holy Hell!"

I was shivering and shaking, my whole body refusing to stand as the boys came running towards me, stumbling over the charred wood that was once my bedroom door. Cyrus pulled me back against his chest, my eyes still staring at my dismantled door.

Was this part of me turning into a Witch? Just like Genevieve and Soren said?

Was I becoming Supernatural?

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Cyrus, Dante, and Quinn wouldn't leave me alone for the next six hours. I guess they were afraid something else would happen to me. I know I was. I tried to get some sleep, each of the boys taking shifts for keeping an eye on me. But I was panicking. What if I hurt one of them? What if I can't control it? What if-

"No more 'what ifs', Liana. I shall teach you."

My eyes snapped open from trying to sleep, and sat up to see Genevieve sitting on the end of my bed where Winter still sat, petting her softly as my white Lab huffed in appreciation. Genevieve smiled and looked up at me as I blinked. My eyes drifted over to my right where Cyrus was sound asleep in my desk chair that he had pulled up alongside my bed to keep an eye on me. I was hoping he wouldn't wake up any time soon. No one knew I had been interacting with my Witchy Ancestor for the past month or so.

"What are you doing here?" I whisper-yelled at her, her features once again a disguise.

She gestured calmly towards my broken down door and I winced. "I'm here to help you with your newfound powers."

Frowning, I slowly got out of bed as Genevieve stood up, her hands folded in front of her as her silver-white hair cascaded down her back. "How can you help me?"

She grinned widely at me. "I shall make you my Apprentice."

My eyebrows rose above my hairline. "What do I have to do?"

Genevieve came to stand beside me. "First, you must clear your mind and concentrate on only your door." I nodded and took a deep breath, closing my eyes for effect in order to clear my mind. I wanted to fix my door, so I thought of only that as Genevieve continued mentoring me. "Now raise your right hand and snap your fingers three times, but slowly until you feel the heat and electricity flowing to your fingertips." Snap. My hands were starting to get warm. Snap. Now I could feel the sparks jumping between my fingers. Snap. My hand was on fire. Literally.

I had opened my eyes to see my right hand covered in green-purple fire, going back and forth between the two colors. I opened my mouth to scream when I felt no pain. It wasn't burning me like what fire would usually do. Then again, I was doing Magic.

"Hmm. Interesting," Genevieve muttered, and walked around me, her own hand lighting up with a pale blue fire as it flicked to a silvery-white and back again. "Your colors are different."

"What does that mean?" I asked slowly, turning my hand over as the flames continued to change colors.

"It means your Magic depends on certain emotions in order to cast Spells. In your case, they're very different from mine." Genevieve waved her flaming hand over my own, the fire slowing down but still changing color. "My colors are blue and white, which stand for family and solitude." Her flames flickered.

"And mine?" I persisted, though tried not to be too evident about it.

Genevieve chuckled. "Your green flames stand for happiness, while the violet-purple sparks with love." I blushed at her words. "Just look at what you've achieved already with just those two emotions." She swept her hand out and I gasped. My door was fixed! It was amazing!

I grinned and my green flames grew brighter. Turning to Genevieve, I grasped both her hands in mine, our fiery emotions mingling together as I smiled at her. "I want to learn more."

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