Mystique( Formerly Forbidden Love)

Strange visions

The day past by uneventfully... Well almost. It started out great. Zephyr dropped Trish and I at school. As usual first period passed by in a blur. It became easier for me to ignore the scent of blood that perfumes the air. Ana dropped by to give me my own personal Grimoire where I could write my own spells and rituals; where I could record my journey as a witch. As a witch I felt more in touch with nature. Magic felt like a second skin for me. I learnt the Witches Creed; The law that guided Witchcraft.

But something didn't feel right. I was constantly on edge. I tried to tell myself that nothing was there but even as I sat down for third period Math the feeling intensified.

"Hello," a girl said to me. She sat on the first seat to my left and I turned in her direction. She was short, probably a 5'4. "My name is Mary," she said to me. I felt an immediate maternal instinct for this girl. Her soft blonde curls that framed a heart-shaped face made her look younger. She had a set of wide brown doe-shaped eyes that seemed to shine with innocence.

Realizing that I kept staring at her, my brain scrambled to form a reply. "My name is Chelsea." "I know your name," she said to me and continued speaking. "listen Chelsea, Maleficent doesn't like you. In fact she thinks that you're a threat to her; so be careful always watch your back."

Before I could ask for more, our teacher: a pudgy old man with a wart on his nose walked into class so I had to keep it shut. After class I struggled to meet up with Mary to ask her who the heck is Maleficent. I weaved through the throng of teenagers. The smell of their blood perfumed the air and the smell of their sweat only intensified it. I fed on a blood bag this morning so I should be okay for today.

Not taking any risks I held my breath till I found her putting her books in her locker. She turned to see me and smiled. It lit up her face and made her look all the more endearing.

"Mary, I forgot to ask you who is Maleficent?"

She placed a hand on my face. Her small hands felt soft and warm against my cheek. In my minds eye conjured up the image of the raven haired girl I met. I open my eyes which

I hadn't realized I closed to see that Mary is gone.

During Phys Ed. When the gym coach made us do laps round the track I lagged behind to talk to Trish. I could easily run round the track seven times before they could say Jack but I didn't want to get noticed so I kept up the steady pace. Beside me I could tell Trish felt the same as I relayed the events of the day to her.

She listened carefully. When I was done she asked the question that has been on my since I left Mary's locker. "Do you think Mary is a witch?" She asked keeping her voice low. The heavy pants and quick intake of breath from the girls indicated they were in no form to ease drop but even still we were careful.

"I'm not sure but I have a gut feeling that she is." I reply while taking a glance around. We weren't necessarily behind. I looked up to meet the blue sky, the clouds were moving around lazily forming shapes of fluffy animals and other things I couldn't name.

I can see the out line of the forest where the trees stretched tall like soldiers guarding the forest and all its inhabitants. I can hear our gym coach barking out orders.

We were at our last lap and I was tired of running so slowly. I could tell Trish thought the same thing. That's how we worked, it was strange sometimes how we always think the exact same things in situations. So we sped up a bit passing a brunette who seemed almost ready to faint jusding by her flushed skin and racing heart.

We passed by Maleficent and her group of blonde bimbos and I was immediately on edge. She turned and gave me a little cruel smile her coal black eyes sending a threat without needing words. Trish and I made it to the finish line without breaking a sweat.

I went to the bathroom to change from my sports ware promising Trish I would be back in a minute. I removed my sweaty tank top and shorts and wear my normal clothes.

I put on my aztec leggings and loose fitting black T-shirt. I stare in the mirror at my reflection and when I decide my hair is still in order I start to leave the bathroom.

That was when I felt a sharp pain in my head. I was so disoriented that I slipped on the tiles and landed on the tiled floor with my head taking full impact. This only intensified the pain and my head started to pound. My vision is hazy and my ears are ringing. I try not to let the black spots cloud my vision but its too late, I'm unconscious.

I know I'm having a vision so I know I need to relax. At first I can see a brown haired boy, I cannot see his face. Only his back; in his hand is a large butchers knife. He rounds a corner and I follow him. His footsteps are silent, so are mine. Its dark now but my eyes adjust to the lighting. I smell his after shave that's still heavy on him.

That's when things speed up, I see a flash of blonde hair and is see blue. A dress maybe, the man on front of me suddenly has the knife buried deep in someones back. The last thing I hear is an ear splitting scream before I come to, sweaty and panting hard in the girls bathroom.

The rest of school passed by but the vision left me shaken. I wasn't the only one that was shaken. Trish tried to tell me that it was nothing. That sometimes when you have a vision you can't be certain it would come true. But I know even my friend was a bit freaked.

I try to make sense of the vision. Obviously someone is going to die. But who the person is still remains a mystery. I'm going to talk to Anna today about it. What if...

"Hey babe," someone whispers in my ear. I immediately know who it is. From the masculine scent and tropical perfume. Why would he call me babe? We met in the cafeteria yesterday. After Trish and I got food we chose a table with two of Trish's new friends sitting on it. It was a boy and a girl. The girl was a dark skinned beauty, her name is Emily and ironically she's a witch. The handsome boy beside her who had shoulder length blonde hair that looked masculine on him.

We were eating when a jock came over from the popular table. He started flirting with me and I found out that his name is Hank. He started flirting with me but I had to turn him down and it was a shame too. His sweaty basketball jersey stuck to his skin. His dirty blonde hair was disheveled and his baby blue eyes took some edge away from his rugged face. I turned him down subtly but I don't think he got the hint cause here he is now.

"Hank don't call me babe, we aren't going out." I tell him moving away a bit to keep some distance. "Not yet we aren't," he replies cockily giving me a smirk.

"Oh and how do you know that?" I ask.

When we neared my locker pushed me against it and made sure there was no space between us. I felt his body against mine and that seemed to excite me.

"Because I will make you mine someday, I promise you." His minty breath fanned my ear and made the little hairs on my skin on edge. I can feel his erection against my inner thigh and that snapped me into reality.

I pushed him away adding a bit of face while looking at him in the face. "You and me never going to happen." I tell him.

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Authors note: well what did you guys think. Don't worry she'll end up with somebody eventually and some of you should have already met him. No hints ;)

The cover is thanks to my awesome cover artist: Sakshi. Words can tell how awesome she is so I dedicated this chapter to her. If you need a cover artist just go to her.

Back to business. The vision..... Hmm.

I wonder who's going to die... Don't you?

I pushed him away adding a bit more force.