MAGIC and All Other Deadly Affairs | COMPLETE!

SIX | Know.

SIX | Know.

"Wake up Maeve Bishop." A soft voice called to me through the darkness.

I was being pulled out of my slumber. However, the slumber was peaceful and a dream danced across my dark lids. Thick trees and green grass – a forest called to me. Ignoring the voice who bugged me I sank back – deeper into my dream.

A whisper through the trees.

A breeze among the moonlight.

The place among the forest, protected by its very roots.

That is the fortress of the Empress.

"Now Awaken."

My body grew warm as some sort of heat engulfed it. It didn't hurt, merely a tad uncomfortable but as it ran deeper into my body – deeper into my very bones I relaxed. The heat soothed me and I could feel it shape me. I realized I was changing once again.

My eyes peeled open and I pushed myself to sit up. My body buzzed with a new sort of feeling – it was warm and lingering and I wondered what it was. My head turned down towards my hand and I stared at my palm. Nothing had changed yet this feeling. I couldn't place it.

"Darling, can you feel it now?" Norman's voice echoed through the room and I looked up.

The first thing I noticed was, I was no longer home. Instead I was in a brightly lit room which had grey walls and wooden flooring. Other than that, it had a simple bed, a door and a side table which I spotted a small tank with a fish swimming around it. Herold.

"Where am I?" I asked noticing him standing against the wall beside the door.

He shrugged, "For now my place. For your own protection and so we can talk freely without you being killed. Once you are filled with the knowledge you should know, then you can stay or go. But I'd advise you not to tell anyone your last name while here."

I stared at him blankly as his words sank in then dread and fear filled me as my eyes filled with salty tears. I tried to hold them back but I couldn't and quickly found myself sobbing. His eyes widened as confusion and panic crossed onto his face.

"P-please don't hurt me," I sobbed, "please let me go h-home."

"Wait no you've got it wrong, I didn't kidnap you!" he snapped.

I continued to wail, panic filling me and I found myself short of breath. I dry heaved as I tried to gather air and force it into my lungs but it just wasn't working. The bile rising in my throat didn't help either. I couldn't hear nor think straight as I became overwhelmed by a panic attack.

"Calm down!" a voice gasped.

Warm hands grabbed me but I panicked thrashing to get free. I felt trapped and caged in and soon I found myself being restrained. I screamed and wailed until my throat felt as if it was on fire and bleeding. My body grew sore, and soon became slack. I was breathing hard, my eyes shut tightly. A sound now resonated to my ears and I strained to listen through my panic.

"It's ok, you're safe, you're ok, it's ok," a male voice was chanting softly.

My eyes opened, and a blurred man was above me. Norman Haze was trying to calm me down. My stalker and kidnapper. It was so absurd a laugh sprang from my lips. Concern etched into his eyes made me laugh even harder. I laughed, and laughed until my stomach ached and tears shot down my face. I laughed until I grew tired then I became silent.

"Who are you?" I asked, pushing the words through my sore throat.

He let me go, breathing a sigh of relief and standing. I sat up on sore limbs and watched as he ran a hand through his raven coloured hair and amusement danced through those copper eyes. He smirked.