The Trinity of Magic (Book 2 of the Trinity series)

Chapter 33

"Oh my God, this is so weird," I said.

Standing before me in the training room of Elijah's mansion was Trey.

Or at least, the fake Trey.

I had successfully gotten a hair from Trey's head and brought it to Elijah untainted. Using the hair, Gianna was able to perform a transformation spell to change Gerrard's appearance to look like Trey's. It was fascinating, to say the least. First, Gianna let the hair hover in mid-air. Then, she muttered the spell multis cellulis. The hair turned blue in color and began glowing and shuddering. Gianna then moved the spelled hair and placed it on Gerrard's head. The blue glow washed over Gerrard and I stood watching--fascinated--as Gerrard's features transformed to look like Trey's. And after a few moments, in front of me stood the replica of my boyfriend.

"I can see why you like him," Gerrard said, examining himself in the mirror Gianna conjured.

"This is so incredibly awkward and feels so wrong," I said, staring in horror. It was like seeing Trey in Elijah's mansion. Hell, it was seeing Trey in Elijah's mansion. And I didn't like it. I didn't like it at all.

Trey--Gerrard--turned around to face me, a smirk on his face.

"I think it's great," Isobel said. She was downstairs with us since she had to be transformed, too. But mostly she was watching because she knew how strange it would be for me to see and Isobel found pleasure in anything that caused me discomfort.

"Personally, I think he's a bit small, but I guess he's good enough for you," he said.

"Hey, you know what will make this even better?" Isobel said.

"If you're thinking what I think you're thinking, then you better not," I warned, glaring at her.

"And what's going to stop me? You're angry little face?" Isobel replied with a smirk.

Without another thought, she sauntered up to Trey--err, Gerrard--and stood on her tiptoes. Then, doing the expected, she kissed him.

"Holy HELL," I shouted, lunging towards her as she exaggeratedly made out with Trey. Or Gerrard. Gianna simply stood by chuckling to herself. I pried Isobel off of Gerrard and glared at her. She merely laughed in my face, wiping away the lipstick that had smudged on her lips.

"You're a little bitch, you know that?" I said to her.

"Ah, but that was a once in a lifetime opportunity. You can't expect me to just pass it up," she replied.

"Still a bitch," I spat. She rolled her eyes.

"All right, girls, that's enough," Trey--Gerrard--said.

"He's right. We need to get on with this. We have to finish all of the transformations and then be in Rome by 11 at night, Rome-time. We have to be on time for our "night-shifts". So enough fooling around," Gianna said. We grumbled in agreement and Gianna set to work transforming the rest of us.

I was changed into a petite, middle-aged blonde woman that had a button nose and dull grey eyes. Isobel was transformed to look like an aging woman with a hunched back and large eye-glasses. I laughed in her face when she finished her transformation.

"Look, now your appearance matches what you are on the inside--an old hag," I said. Isobel muttered a curse that caused an electric shock to run through my veins. I let out a yelp and glared at her. She rolled her magnified eyes at me.

"Will you two be able to cooperate? Because if you keep bickering like this, you'll expose us as soon as we enter the Government building," Gianna snapped as she transformed Dom into a rather handsome man that looked to be in his late forties.