Wyatt and Wendy

Chapter 19

Wendy

        Charlotte smashed her cigarette butt against the headboard of the bed, thick gray smoke hanging in the air. "Why are you here?" Roxy coughed out her hand covering her nose.

         "I never should have told him I'm psychic". Charlotte said swatting smoke from her sight "who calls someone at 3:00 am and asks if vampires melt. Does that even make sense?"

 "You're psychic?" Roxy asked she folded her arms across her shirt stubbornly "I don't believe it."

         "Roxy you're thinking about how much of a slut I am for dating a guy that both you and Bridget have dated. Wendy is thinking about Timothy Grawvewell, Wyatt about ghouls and Jake" she paused and glared at him "you are disgusting".

 "Still don't buy it?"

         Charlotte closed her eyes, the smoke instantly dissipated leaving only its smell as a trace, Wyatt's laptop began elevating and Jake doubled over in pain. A smirk grew on Charlotte’s face as Jake squirmed on the floor his face turning a bright tomato red. “Charlotte” I shrieked watching in horror as blood dripped from his mouth. She rolled her eyes “oh fine.” Jake lay still and moaned slowly releasing his stomach. “Why am I still with her?” he muttered pulling himself up and crawling over to Wyatt. “I told you,” he said to Wyatt.

 "Believe now?" Charlotte asked Roxy who nodded barely moving her head.

 "When did you guys start going out?" Roxy blurted after a few minutes of silence.

 Jake and Charlotte glanced at each other "three years ago."

 Roxy's eyes widened and she grabbed the edge of the bed with rage "you were dating me three years ago."

 "Calm down it was after it was when he was dating Bridget," Charlotte said.

 "You cheated on Bridget?" Roxy asked.

Jake shrugged as if that wasn’t one of the most frowned up acts. There was more silence "how do you help us?" Wyatt asked Charlotte.

"Well read the words, all I know is you needing a psychic; I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

         I picked up the paper and began to read, "Change before birthday (day of change). A telepathic psychic is needed to make sure both sides are in agreement."

        I smiled hope was not lost after all I could become a wizard and not a blood sucking freak. I looked up at Charlotte her eyes turned yellow her pupils dilated and as fast as they had done that they turned back to normal.    She slid closer to me and without saying a word she grabbed my hair and moved it out of the way "how long has this been here?" she asked.

 With all the events and revelations, I had totally forgotten about the mark on my neck. "I don't know it just appeared today."

  Wyatt stalked over to me a worried look on his face "that looks like a vampire bit"

 Charlotte in took a sharp breath "you were bit?"

         I shook my head trying not to look as afraid as I felt. She stared straight ahead and started to speak as if she was reciting something "you were bit when you were a baby. Your mom covered up the mark with your magic and hers. The only reason its showing now is because your magic is low so you don't have much powers to conceal it".

 I had not the slightest clue as to what she was talking about, but I just had to ask, "Who bit me?"

 She looked at me "who's the only vampire you know?" my heart skipped a beat.

 “I can't help you guys, you can't change the choice because it wasn't your choice" she looked at me seriously.

  My bottom lip quivered "what do you mean?"

 Charlotte grabbed my hands "your dad biting you makes you automatically destined to become a vampire."

         We had been so close why? Everything seemed to swirl in the room. Tears welled up in my eyes instantly flowing over. I clutched the side of the bed and rocked back and forth gasping for air. I couldn't believe it, that there was nothing to stop the change. I leaned into Charlotte and wept my eyes out. 

          When I calmed down everything Charlotte said began to sink in. I sat on Wyatt's bed hugging my feet my emotions a complete mess.Charlotte still had a grasp on my hand, Roxy was leaning into me on my left and Wyatt and Jake were whispering in the corner. It was a still photo, complete utter silence, broken by the sound of the door opening.

Karl strode in with his hands in his pocket "did I miss something?" 

"Karl?" Roxy said leaping from the bed towards Karl. 

"Roxy?"

Roxy threw her arms around his neck, "I haven't seen you in a while," Karl said.

"Hi Karl" Charlotte said.

"Sup man," Jake said.

They all knew him?

         "Are you okay Wendy?" he asked right after responding to the others, I smiled "yeah" I was looking fine on the outside but I was crumbling on the inside. Soon a fresh wave of tears rolled out of my eyes. Karl didn’t take notice because his back was to me and he was talking to Wyatt about the room smelling like cigarettes.

Charlotte nudged me "it's going to be alright, I have an idea."

          I turned to her motioning to Karl "we can't talk here,” we stole out of the room without notice.

          When we reached Charlotte’s room, I froze in awe. Her walls were decorated with pictures, sketches of people suffering, celebrating, any type of emotion you could think of. They were scary but somewhat artistic.

        I took a seat on her bed as she rummaged through her closet "found it" she said tossing an emerald green ring into my lap, "put it on" she prompted stuffing all her clothes back in her closet with no apparent order.

"What is it for?"

        "It's to make you forget but still remember. You go about with your life as usual without worrying but you will still remember what is happening so you won't be completely oblivious when it happens".  

        I rolled the ring around in my hand, this wouldn’t stop the change, it was useless to me. You came to Chapman to live a normal live, a small voice in my head. Breaking down crying every minute isn’t normal. I slipped on the ring, closing my eyes hopping it will work.

        A few minutes went by and I asked her something that had been baffling me ever since this morning."Why is your hair red?"

        "Well because I started having visions one after the other. Psychics are redheads; super psychics have really red hair. Thanks to the fact that I am Trans, telekinetic, telepathic, psychic and all that other crap, I am a super psychic.

          "I dyed my hair so that other super naturals wouldn't notice the richness of my colour and use me. A psychic is all you need in a war. Most psychic's have red hair so if you see someone with red hair odds are they are psychic." 

 She had answered all my questions without me even answering them. I smiled at her warmly as she draped an arm over my shoulder"being a vampire isn't the end of the world." I scoffed to everybody else it wasn't but to me it was a curse. How could becoming a blood sucking demon that killed for pleasure be a good thing?

"Not all vampires kill."

I took a look at her, could she hear all my thoughts?

"Yes, yes I can."