I watched the children that appeared in front of me laugh and play. A little boy and a little girl. Their giggles filled my ears, and I couldn't help but smile at them. They were adorable.
I looked around the bar I was in. They were out of place because they were part of a vision I was having. My visions always mixed with my real vision. I never knew when it was going to happen, but I had gotten good at figuring out the difference.
My best friend Astrid grabs my arm because she has caught me staring at the floor. I look at her. She's the most beautiful witch, she's practically royalty in the Community. Her parents were leaders of the witches in the US. Her long silver colored hair was in a braid, her green eyes were big, she wasn't wearing any make up because her parents were against it, not that she needed it.
"Everything good?" She asks me. I nod. I would tell her later what I saw. We don't talk about my visions in public, especially when people only know that I am a witch. A witch with psychic abilities is not something anyone wants to be, it's a reason for people to want you dead.
"Fine." I say. I look around the table, no one is paying attention to us. Good. I stand up. "I'm going to get a drink from the bar." She nods.
I walked to the bar across the room. This bar was not full, but it wasn't empty. It was mostly regulars that I saw in here. This was a witch and warlock bar. The Community really believed in sticking with your own. Our number one enemy was werewolves, we had a bloody history with them. Though they didn't hunt us anymore, we aren't a forgiving kind. We moved to a whole new country just to get away from them.
I called over the bartender. His name was Jack, he was Astrid's boyfriend, which is why we constantly came here. He was as equally gorgeous as Astrid. He had dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and was very fit. I knew the children I saw just moments earlier were Astrid and Jack's, I usually saw a lot of visions about them. The code of psychics forbids me from telling them, and that was a hard thing.
"What can I get you, Ember?" He asks as he is drying a cup.
"Vodka cranberry, easy on the juice." He smiles.
"Coming right up." He steps away to make the drink and I catch a view of myself in the mirror.
I didn't look like everyone else here. Witches love having long hair. I cut mine to my shoulder as soon as I was eighteen. My hair was dark, almost black in color, my skin was tanned naturally, I wasn't tall as all the other witches, the most odd thing about me was my eyes. They were big and gray. They also had a dark ring around the iris. I've never met anyone with the same eyes as me.
I was fixing my hair in the mirror when I noticed dark eyes staring at me from behind me. I put my hand down. I didn't move my eyes from his until Jack came back to me.
"Here you go." Jack says as he hands me two drinks. "One is for Astrid." I nod and hand him some money.
"Thank you." He shakes his head.
"It's on the house." Whenever I came it was always on the house. Soon there would be no house if he kept giving me free drinks.
"Then your tip." I would make him take the money regardless.
He chuckles. "Fine." I smile and walk back to Astrid. I hand her the drink Jack made for her.
"Jack?" She asks and I nod. I see her turn around and look at him. I just sip my drink and join in the conversation.
"That man is looking at you, Ember." Astrid says in her mind. Another one of my psychic capabilities. I can mind read with Astrid. I can feel other people's hum, but Astrid is the only one I can do this with for some reason. I talked to a psychic about it, she said it was because Astrid and I share a deep connection. It's probably why I always see visions about her, too, more than anyone else I know.
"The one with the dark eyes?" I hadn't seen much of him, but I knew that he didn't belong here. He wasn't a warlock. No one else could tell, but I could.
"He's coming this way, be ready." I turned around and he was indeed making his way to me.
He was hot. Sex and masculinity oozed from him. He was muscular, tattooed, had dark curly brown hair, and those intense dark eyes.
"Care to dance?" He asks when he gets to me. I immediately notice his Irish accent, it made him even hotter. His hum definitely told me he was not human, but I didn't know what he was.
"She would love to." Astrid basically pushes me off the chair, the hot Irishman catches me before I can tumble to the floor.
"I'll get you back for that." I say in my mind and Astrid just smirks. I let the hot Irishman grab my hand and lead me to the floor.
He grabs me real close. His hand around my waist. I put my arms around his neck. This felt quite intimate. I have never dated anyone, yes I've kissed boys, but dating...no.
"You don't belong here." He says to her.
"Excuse me?" That was a little rude.
"Witch, psychic, and werewolf. You're not supposed to exist." I can't help but laugh.
"I'm not a werewolf. I think I would know if I was one."
"The limbal ring around your iris is a dead giveaway for a werewolf." What? That's what that means?
"How do you know that?"
"Because if you look deep into my eyes, you'd see that I also have the limbal ring." I stare at his dark eyes and sure enough, there it is.
"I didn't know I was a werewolf." I say to him. I pull away from him and walk away. What the hell?
