The Adventures of Gwendoline: The Blackwood Witch

Chapter One: A Walk Of Shame

My head pounded as I slowly awoke. My eyelids felt heavy as I slowly opened them to a dimly lit room. What on earth had happened last night?

My eyesight focused on the ceiling fan above me. The saliva in my mouth felt thick and disgusting, and all I could smell was the scent of stale beer. I slowly turned my head to reveal a boy sleeping next to me drooling on the pillow. I sigh as I revert my gaze back to the spinning fan. Yet another random night resulting in blacking out and ending up in a bed belonging to a guy I didn't know.

I dragged myself out of the bed. It felt like a puppeteer was pulling my strings lifting my unsteady and clumsy body. I grabbed my shoes before making a break for the door. As I opened the door as quietly as I could, I heard a small but noticeable stir behind me. "Where are you going?" a voice from behind me said. I sighed heavily. "Fucking mortals" I whispered underneath my breath. I turned back around slowly. The man in bed had what seemed to be hair that resembled a mop on his head, curly and messy from rubbing it into his pillow while he slept. His eyes were gorgeously blue. He had somewhat of an adorable smirk on his face. I half smiled. It's such a shame that I can't keep this one, I thought.

I slowly walked back over to the bed and took a seat on the edge. "I had a really good time last night. I thought you would at least wake me up to say goodbye." His smiled seemed sad, but his voice was husky and sexy from just waking up.

"I would have. But I didn't want to disturb your sleep. You looked so peaceful." I said.

"Well, I'm awake now. Want to get breakfast? I'd really like to get to know you more." He gently took a hold of my hand and kissed it. I felt my cheeks fill with warm blood as I blushed profusely.

"As much as I'd love to, the coven wouldn't allow me to court with a mortal." I brushed my other hand across his cheek. He looked confused.

"What do you mean by coven?" All I could do was smile sadly as I slowly leant down to give him a kiss. His lips, although they were dry from heavy drinking, still seemed the softest I had ever come across. As I pulled away, I rested my forehead on his. I sighed heavily.

"You won't know I was here, you won't shed a single tear. I will leave your mind, I will leave it all behind." His eyes fluttered before closing and he returned back into a deep sleep. "If only you weren't a mortal, I would have liked to have gotten to know you more too." I got up slowly before heading out the door. As I closed the door behind me, I sank back into it and onto the floor. The coven was not going to like this.

The taxi trip passed in a blur as I made my way back home. I thanked my driver as I got out of the car and I stepped into the blinding sunlight. My head was not ready for this. I squinted my eyes as I walked up the cobblestone driveway to the front steps of the house. The house was old and of the Edwardian era, built by the great warlocks of the coven before us. It looked abandoned on the outside; a perfect disguise for what really lurked within the old structures walls.

I pushed on the door, I could feel the old and peeled paint underneath my fingertips. I walked into the grand entrance as the heavy door slowly shut behind me. From the outside, you wouldn't think that the house was even capable of harbouring any kind of inhabitancy. The grand entrance was spacious, and it lead to a spiral staircase reaching the upper floors. I snuck up to the stairs, hoping my walk of shame was not going to be noticed. "Did you really think that you could get past me? You really do not have a hope, do you Gwendoline?" I cringed at the mention of my name.

Gwendoline Elizabeth Agnes Blackwell, a name given to me by witch mother and mortal father. Even with the Blackwell name, I was considered an abomination; a half-breed. I had no real place in the witch world, nor the mortal world. Some argued that I had connections to both, but my uncle was determined to keep my ties to the mortal world not limited, but non-existent. I turned around slowly to reveal my Uncle Blaise standing at the end of the staircase. His expression was something I would have predicated; a strong look of disappointment was painted on his face.

My Uncle was once a powerful and well-respected Warlock. Although he looked no older than 30, he was more than 500 years old. He wore dark black jeans and a black top with a faded pentagram on it. His brunette hair was combed perfectly, accompanied by a very close shave. He always looked clean, but edgy as did all Warlocks in the modern day did.

After my parents died, Uncle Blaise was entrusted with my safety and upbringing to be a powerful witch of the Coven of the Sacred Flame. The coven was one of the more powerful to exist, however our numbers were diminishing. When my mother was the Lady of the Coven, she was put into exile for falling in love with a mortal. The entire Blackwell line was ordered into exile, and the fall of the coven had begun. Once a new Lady was appointed, the coven fell into ruins. As far as I knew, there were only two left in the Blackwood family – myself and Blaise.

"You know my views on the mortals and your interactions with them Gwendoline. Relationships with mortals are strictly forbidden by the coven." It was something I had been told time and time again. You were to be with your own kind, despite if you had true feelings for them or not.

"Have you met any eligible Warlocks recently Uncle? You do realise I am half mortal. And what is the point of following the rules of the coven if we are exiled?" I rolled my eyes before turning on my heel to resume walking up the stairs to my room.

"Yes, you are half mortal. But you're also destined to be Lady of the Coven. You'd better start obeying the coven, or the Blackwell line will cease to exist, and we will never be allowed back out of exile. Do not make your mothers mistakes courting with a mortal." Blaise explained.

"I could just renounce my powers at my baptism and be mortal forever, Uncle." I reached the top floor.

"Gwendoline get back downstairs. You know that isn't an option for you." I ignored him as I arrived at my bedroom door and closed it behind me. I fell backwards onto my bed and stared at the fan spinning above me. What would it like to only be mortal?