The Adventures of Gwendoline: The Blackwood Witch

Chapter Seven: "I won't say I'm in love"

"I know what you are, Gwen." He stared straight into his eyes, I guess it was time to let the truth out. "You're a witch." 

Ten points to the mortal - he was right on the money. Well, almost. I am a half-breed. I looked down with small tears welling up my eyes as I braced myself for what would come next. Would he go to the police? Would he kill me himself? Tell the scientists of my nature and have me go under tests for the rest of my life as their witch test rat? Suddenly, Luke put his hand to my chin to lift up my head to meet his gaze. "You're so silly, Gwendoline." he said as he booped my nose with his free hand. I jolted my entire body back as he did so, allowing us both to let out a small giggle. I felt a warm feeling in my chest, something I hadn't felt for a long time. But it was a feeling I would have to push down, deep into the darkest depths of my soul with a hope that I'd never have to feel it again.

"Luke, you need to promise not to tell anyone." My tone turned serious with a hint of fear. If he told anyone I was seriously screwed. Luke grinned brightly, taking my hands. 

"I won't tell anyone, I promise. But only if you promise you'll be forever stuck with me. A witch and her mortal." He moved so our bodies were touching and rested his forehead against mine. 

"Forever stuck with you?" I questioned. "Luke, we barely know each other, and I'm a witch. These relationships never work. My mother and father a perfect example of that." I pushed myself away and turned around. If I didn't know any better, I would assume Luke was...oh I couldn't even think it. Falling in love with a mortal is forbidden. 

"Yes, forever stuck with me. A mortal. Gwen, I knew from the moment I met you that something was different. Even when you cast a spell for you to forget, the thought of somebody special couldn't leave my mind. I was so drawn to you." Luke explained desperately. 

"Then you should remember me saying that courting with a mortal is strictly forbidden by the coven." I turned around. "As of tomorrow night, I will be an official part of the coven and I have to sell my soul to the Dark Lord and become Lady of the Coven as my mother once was many years ago." 

"Lady of the Coven? What does that even mean?" Luke asked. 

"It's kind of like a Priest. Well, it is a priest. Just a lady. You know what, I don't even know. I don't even know if being a part of the coven is what I really want." My eyes started to well up as my emotions ran wild. Luke sighed and took a hold of my hands. His hands were rough, but I didn't notice it as much as my hands were softer than mink. As I examined his fingers, they looked like they had worked many hard days. His fingernails were slightly stained grey - most likely from all his work as a jeweller. "Why do you even care, Luke?" 

"Why do I care?" he asked as I could tell he was hurt by what could have considered to be an insult on my behalf. He took a hold of my cheek. That feeling of warmth returned to my chest as Lukes callused fingers made their way down the side of my face and to my chin allowing him to pull my head up to meet his captivating gaze. "You feel that warmth too, don't you Gwen? Maybe this is a sign of your true destiny."

"Signs don't exist." I responded quickly and bluntly. A little smirk made its way onto Lukes face.

"Says the witch." I couldn't help but let out a small scoff while my cheeks turned bright red. "Face it Gwen, you and I are meant to be." 

"Luke, I really don't thi-" before I could finish my protest, Luke smashed his lips upon mine taking me by surprise with such a passionate kiss. Our mouths moved in sync with one another in such a harmony that the idea of Luke and I felt so natural together. It was the first time in years that I had felt like a normal teenage girl. Lukes tongue ran along my bottom lip, asking for permission to enter my mouth in which I happily granted access. 

The whole world seemed to just stop, and for a moment I completely forgot that I was standing on a street in Greendale. I had completely forgotten my run-in with Sabrina Spellman. I forgot about my Dark Baptism and the decision ahead of me. For a single moment in time, I had completely forgotten I was a witch. 

Luke pulled away and I stared deeply into his eyes. I was lost in them. He said something, but I was so dazed I didn't listen. "Hmm?" I asked, still not paying attention. He let out a small giggle. "You're so silly, Gwen. I said I love you." 

My heart stopped. Luke loved me? All I could do was smile brightly, before burring my head into this chest while I embraced him in a tight hug. The warm feeling lingered in my soul, but I won't say I'm in love. 

At least, I'd never say it out loud.