The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)

Imagine #10

Gothicguardian0176
OC: Annabelle
Character(s): Paul
Scenario: Annabelle finds out she's a witch from her aunts. She runs to Paul for comfort
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"Annabelle, could you come downstairs for a minute, please?" Aunt Alexandra yells up the stairs.

Annabelle slung her bag over her shoulder, and walked down the stairs.
Her aunts are in the dining room sipping their strange-smelling tea. She walks into the dining area and sits down.

"Now, I'm sure you've noticed our family is different. That's because your mother is from a long line of witches who meddled with dark magic. So, I'm a witch. Alycia's a witch. And, so are you."

"Witches don't exist."

"Look around, Belle. You live in Santa Carla. Hell, even your friends are vampires."

"I know they're vampires, but witches? Seriously? They don't exist."

"I'll show you, young one. Sit here, and lay your hand above this pencil. Now slowly raise your hand. See?" The pencil rises off the table, and I immediately pull my hand away.

Annabelle runs out the house, hops on her bike, and peddles all the way to the cave.

Paul and the guys are nowhere in sight, but Star and Laddie are on the fountain. Star looks up at Annabelle, and nods her head towards the back of the cave.

Belle knocks on Paul's door, and only loud music blasts through the cave. "Paul? Are you here?" Paul opens the door and ushers her inside. He looked as though David had given him a beating. "What happened, Paul? Did David do this to you?"

"He got angry at me for liking you. You're a special girl, Belle, but your family is sick." He gives me his famous Cheshire Cat grin, and envelopes me in a hug.

"Can I trust you with a secret?"

"You can tell me anything, babe."

"I'm a witch." He pulls away, and looks you in the eye.

"Really? I thought witches didn't exist...?"

"I'm from a rare bloodline."

"So, I guess you shouldn't piss off David, then."

"It's fun, but a little prank wouldn't hurt."

"Lets do it!" Paul cries.