The (Weird) Life Of A Teenage Necromancer

Death spell

Kate stood still. The light in the room dimmed and shadows began to creep from te corners.

Taking a deep breath she opened her eyes. Her lips silently moved as she spoke the burning words and her right hand burst in black flames.

There was a blur of shadow darting from the corner of her eye and she spun around, pulling back her arm and flinging the black flames towards it. They made contact with a soft Thud and the shadow instantly dissipated.

Another shadow crawled towards her from under the bed. Blast!

It burst into nothingness.

Her tendrils reflexive shot out, forming a shield from another jumping at her from the left.

No more came and she paused, grey eyes scanning the room. Dark forms seeped from the cracks and nooks like ink and began to jump from wall to wall.  Then they were lunging for her.

Kate spun away while managing to disintegrate a couple in the process.  Her breath became labored and her muscles began to ache with strain. They came in waves, mercilessly slamming into her but she manage to fend them off, if only barely.

A small gasp escaped from her lips as one hit her shoulder, causing her to stumble back. She threw up her arm as one jumped for her face and instead clung to her arm. With the sudden force she ended up falling backwards.

Oof!

All shadows dissipated as she laid there, trying to catch her breath. Reaching for the stopwatch strapped to her waist, she brought it up to her face.

12.06 seconds

She grinned in triumph. Yes! That was 3 seconds longer then last time!

She couldn't help but wince as she tried to stand up. Why did they have to have cheap cement carpet?

Even with the soreness of her muscles she grinned. She was improving.

Her secret training sessions have become more frequent ever since she had manage to control the black fire.

No one questioned her lack of attendance at dinner or social gatherings. They left her alone, thinking she needed space to get through the next couple of days.

The anniversary of Tanya's death was only a couple of days away.

Deep down Kate knew she was shutting herself off because she couldn't stand the looks of fear, anger and pity everyone gave her. Not that she exactly cared about what people she barely knew, strangers really, thought about her. No it was more than that. It was the looks of pity her friends gave her, those she couldn't stand. Not with Tanya plaguing her thoughts and dreams. But the training kept her distracted and she was fine with that.

Kate sighed. Stop living in the past.

Turning to her right she looked out the window into the darkness that lay beyond. When she was younger the dark made her cringe with fear and she slept with a nightlight until she was twelve. Now they were her only comfort.

The temperature in the room dropped and Kate paused, the hairs at the back of her neck rising on end. She was being watched. Turning around her eyes searched the dark room for any intruders. Nothing.

Her gaze landed on the open leather bound book which rested on top of her nightstand. A shudder ran down her spine as she stared at the book.

She had left it closed, under her mattress.

But there was no one who could have moved and opened it. Especially when she had put it away only a couple of minutes ago. The uneasiness intensified and she found herself frowning. This hasn't been the first time it happened.

Sometimes the book would move places. She would walk in only to find it on her nightstand or the bed. Almost as if it were waiting for her arrival. Other times it would lay open to different spells which she found conveniently useful. It took her awhile to realize that not only was this book alive but it actually had a mind of its own.

"Seriously, stop doing that or one of these I'll end up with a heart attack." She scolded.

As always it responded with silence.

Kate strode forward with a sigh. "Alright, let's see what you want to show me now."

Her brows furrowed in puzzlement as she stared at the open pages. "De resurrectione autem mortuorum."

The words fell heavy on her tongue and a small shiver ran down her spine. "...The resurrection of the....dead?"

The book thrummed in response and she jerked back, a gasp escaping through her lips. That's never happened before.

She shook her head. "No."

The pages twitched and she cried out in surprise , stumbling back. They fluttered again, beckoning.

Annoyance flash in her gray eyes. "No, I'm not doing that. I can't...it's wrong."

The pages fluttered rapidly in response.

"No thanks. The dead need to stay dead." An image of Tanya flashed in her mind and she sighed. "No matter how much you want it to be otherwise." With that she picked it up and set it in a drawer. For further measure she decided to prop her desk chair against it.

Kate grimaced as she eyed the clock. 1:09am

Ugh I only get what?......six hours of sleep and then it's patrol time.

She dragged herself to the bed, not bothering to change out of her training outfit. As soon as her head hit the pillow, her eyes became heavy. It was only a matter of seconds before sleep took her.

And as always, she dreamed of the past.

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A/N: (Updated Authors note): I found my Notebook!!!!...like one day after I posted this chapter, great timing huh? haha :D

I rewrote the first part since the original was way better than my poor attempt to scramble it back together from memory. I can't wait for the next chapter, it's my favorite and you'll see why Muahahaha!

Next update will be on July 16th, Wednesday! :D