Spellbound [COMPLETED]

Chapter 1 Annabel

I wake up. Reeling in from last night. Dad came home at eleven, tired with blood splattered on his uniform. He had come across a poor man who was hung by the ankles and slashed in the neck. The fact that he found the body in the woods makes me even more worried.

I know I should be use to this stuff by now, being the sherif's daughter and all, but something feels different about this case.

This isn't just a normal killing spree that's happening. People have been burned alive, torn limb from limb, and hung; not to mention that none of the killers (or killer) have been caught.

I don't know what it is, but I have this feeling. A feeling that there's a purpose to all of this. Not a good one, obviously, but whoever's behind this isn't your average psychopath, deranged killer.
This is something else. Something different entirely.

• • •

Ryan picked me up and drove me to school. She had curly, black hair that reached her shoulders, grey-blue eyes, and a sweet, yet tough personality.

Long story short, I beat up anyone who made fun of her name, she beat up anyone who made fun of me (for reasons unexplainable) and we've been best friends ever since.

Her warm smile was as welcoming as ever.

"Hey girl."

"Morning," I said.

"You okay?"

"Yeah"

"Liar. Y'know it's your dad's job to worry about the murders, right?"

"Yeah, but this isn't like the other ones. Something's different."

"Well, you could be wrong."

"Right, because I was wrong about the fire that happened in the library last year. I was wrong about the camping trip. And I was wrong about the car accident that happened to us two months ago because you wouldn't listen when I told you to be careful."

"Yeah, how the hell did we survive that thing? We left without a single mark."

"I don't know, okay! I don't know why we survived, I don't know how I can predict these things, and I don't know why I never get sick! All I know is something's happening, something bad and I'm scared, okay! Now park next to that Ducatti, I don't wanna be late."

"Ducatti? Looks like there's a new student here."

• • •

My first two periods were a drag. But third period, things were a bit different.

Mrs. Walsh, my history teacher, had me help the new student with the mapping project in class.

He was tall, probably 6'1", with beautiful, tan skin, jet black spiky hair, and the most amazing, brown eyes. He was actually pretty hot.

"Hey, I'm Ben."

"Hi, I'm Annabel, but you can call me Ana."

We shook hands, and I felt a spark.

Literally, it felt like an unknown energy was surging through my body when we touched. He must have felt it too, because he was just as stunned as I was.

"Woah, that's new," he said.

"Yeah, I guess our energies converged."

"You're smart, I like that in a girl."

"Well there's more to me than just smarts."

"I'd like to know you better."

"You too."

"Cool, so how do I draw the thirteen colonies?"