Sandra
I found it hard to sleep without at least resolving things with Peter. We have always been close friends. I wondered what was happening to us. I didn't like how bad things were becoming. Our friendship was on rocky ice. It was unstable. I wondered if Jake was the culprit. But then again, how could he? He had been so kind to the both us. That he would even suggest that the three of us go and watch Hayden together. It just didnt make any sense. So if Jake wasn't the problem then who was? I wondered. Suddenly, I received a call. The number was blank. Out if curiousity. I decided to answer it. "Jake is not a good boy, he's an animal. He can be slaughtered easily, but we live forever." Said a voice, it sounded machine operated. I was shocked. I felt the need to contact the snob, can you imagine? I was surprised because he actually answered."Sandra, is that you?".I felt slightly irritable "Its a ghost from another planet." I teased.. Jake did not laugh but was silent. I could hear other voices behind him. "Sandra, right now it's not a good time. I need to be somewhere." He said. I was slightly disappointed. I looked at the time. It was 10:15 pm. I concluded that he was probably going to a party. I regretted calling him. "But we can talk for a few minutes. Tell me what's bothering you.""I just received a call on my phone. Someone told me you'll be slaughtered!" I blurted out, trembling. "Send me that person's number. I'll have someone track it." Jake replied. "The number's are blank. And the voice is machine operated." I tried to explain. "Do you have a clue at least as to who would say something this insensitive?" I asked.Jake breathed exhaled heavily. "It might be the Finley sister's. Their probably angry because of the number I pulled on them the other day." The Finley's? Well it couldn't be."But that was ages ago." "Bullies don't like to be bullied back, I guess." "Then we should report them to the police, this is going too far." I suggested."The police are corrupt. I'll handle this matter." What does that even mean? I felt worried. "Okay fine. But be careful." "I always am. Sleep well." I smiled. "Sleep well as too." When the call had ended, I switched off the lights and slept so peaceful without any disturbance. It was the kind of sleep I had been yearning for hours for.At the Winslow Estates.
JessI was testing some of the spell's from a red book, called the gates of hell. "Be very careful with that. If you fail to do the spell three times in a row, it will burn your hands." Mavis warned. Her concern for me felt incredibly funny and so I giggled. "Is that why I see you wearing heat resistant gloves each time you come to the library?" I teased.. "Keep doing such jokes and you will truly burn yourself.". "This book is very good." I commented. The cover was thick, was it look so ancient with its gold coloured decorated font. "I think you mean dangerous and lovely?" Mavis repliedI laughed hilariously. "I think hot would best describe it." "My deceased mother in law, gave me that book as a wedding present. She was so proud when I used a spell from that book." I was in awe.. Why was it the first time I was hearing this? I wondered. "Which spell was it?" "It was the spell of rotting flesh. The words when recited over and over again on your victim would turn their human flesh into melting plastic, accompanied by an awful rotting smell. I used it on a certain man and it worked. He smelled awful that eventually his wife left him." Mavis explained. I giggled. "I am going to try it." The expression on my mother's face changed. Her face hardened."No! That spell is very dangerous. You can only do it once, when you do it twice you will lose someone you love." She pressed. I was annoyed "Dad is still here. You didn't lose him. Which means you did it once." "No my dear, I did it twice and I lost the woman I loved, your grandmother." "Then I'll use it on one who truly deserves it. Jake must die." All of a sudden, my father ran into us. He was in panic.. "George, what's going on?" Mavis asked. My father was breathing heavily. His speech was distorted. "I saw them.. they are here.." he said, with a trembling voice. I was starting to be fired up. It had been long since I hadn't used my magic I was ready to blast someone into pieces. "Whose here?" I asked, my voice, completely fearless unlike my weak father. Werewolves out of nowhere charged into the house. Windows cracked opened. Doors slammed into the ground. Fury was building within me. I wanted blood. I stood by with my family, all of us channeling our powers. I saw the enemy come forward as his pack stood behind him, waiting for a battle to begin."Remember me? I'm the one who put you in that little accident." Paul said, with a smirk. My father flew to him and stood too close to him. "How dare you? Leave this house if you value your lives." He said. Paul chuckled. "I did not come here to fight, I came here to send a message. Stay away from Peter. He's not your toy, and if you do any magic on him. The pack and I will come and begin that battle." He said. I was shocked. Who could've told them about Peter and I and only one name came about. "Sandra sent you here didn't she?" I asked"I hope my message to you was clear. Stay away from Peter or die!" Paul and the other werewolves immediately left. I was furious.Peter I had been moody for some time. I didn't understand what was happening to me. Ever since Jess was in an accident, I had been stressed for her. I had always had a crush on her. She had that fire in her. The kind of strength that attracted me. She was of course attractive as well. I loved her brown eyes and her rustic her and that Rock and roll look she would put on. It suited her and that personality she had. But most of all I loved the fact that she was kind to others. When I found out that she was involved in helping at an old age home I was smitten. I knew that she was the one for me. A selfless beauty queen. I knew I had to make her mine. I didn't even have to confess my feelings for her. I just did good things for her.. then one day, she just kissed me and gave me a gift. A ring. She probably wanted me to think of it as a promise ring. I kept her word and kept it a secret from everyone to respect her wishes. Instead of putting it on my finger, I placed it around my neck for
SandraMy body was feeling strained because of all my long continuous thinking. I just couldn't stop worrying about Peter. He had been acting strange for weeks, withdrawing from our usual activities and spending more and more time with Jessica. Hold on! Ever since those two have started dating, Peter had been acting strange. I mean, I'm happy that they are a couple now, even as I've never seen them walk together in public. But it's unfair how the only friend I've ever known is treating me now. I don't know what could be the reason for his hatred towards me. You'd swear I did something. Or does he think I despise his girlfriend? Peter and I had always been very close. I could feel the tears in my eyes just thinking about what he and i used to do together. When i was 8 years old, my frog Alfie was murdered by one of the Finley sisters, Alice . She had made it seem like a mere accident but Peter had seen everything. Everyone was afraid of reporting Alice to the principal because she ha
Jess What had just happened? was the question running in my mind. I had done all according to how the ritual is said to be done. Peter was supposed to be obedient. My mother suddenly entered the living room. She was in awe, like me. "What was Peter doing here?" She asked. I could feel my body heating up. "He knows what I am!" I shouted. "What! How could he have known?" My mother shouted, angrily. "He caught me when I was trying to enchant him with a spell." I could see the disappointment in my mother's eyes "I can't believe this. Now I have to clean up for your mess, again!" She said. "You want to kill him?" I asked, worried. "Yes. If I don't. Everyone in this community will come for us and we will all be dead." Just then, George burst into the room, his face pale and his eyes wide with fear. "I just saw Peter driving away angrily. Are you having problems with him?" My father asked. "What did he say to you?" I asked, my heart racing."He said nothing. He looked at me
Sandra What is going on here? My heart wondered. I hadn't expected to see Jake until Monday. Moreover, seeing him with my mother was bizarre. Knowing her, she probably wanted to know more about Jake's background. Her smile made me even more uncomfortable. I wondered what kind of interrogation was taking place before I even stepped into the room. Alas, will her detective waging curiousity ever end? "Jake?" I exclaimed. The snob stared at me with a smile. He seemed uneasy, his right forefinger kept tapping. My mother however seemed calm and very proud. She was seated uprightly. "How come you never told me about how interesting your friend is. He's a really good role model for your peers." Said Estelle. I became even more worried. "Mom I hope you'll find everything you need in there. Jake let's go outside." I said, leaving the grocery bags on the table. My mother motioned that she was keeping her eye on me. I felt irritated by the notion. I led the snob away from the house as I c
JakeThe sun had just disappeared when I arrived back home. Somehow I had wished that my day with Sandra would never end. She's always been interesting. She unlike every other girl I've met, did not seem gullible and simple to throw herself at me. She was fierce as well as brave enough to speak her mind. I still can't believe we nearly kissed. I could hear the sound of her heartbeat. Her skin glowed so beautifully in the sun. I couldn't contain my yearning for her. I wanted a taste of her love. A kiss would unlock our feelings for each other but her heart would be a fine reward. As I was reminiscing about Sandra, i suddenly had footsteps approach the gate to the house. I looked at the camera screen and realised it was Paul. "What's he doing here?" I wondered. I unlocked the door with a remote control and headed downstairs to meet with the coach. He was relieved to see me, but I could sense there was more to his visit then meets the eye. "Make yourself at home!" I remarked. Coach m
PeterI had been trying to reach Sandra for two days but she never even returned any of my missed calls. I didn't blame her. That's what I deserved. Afterall I was rude to her and Jake. I had seen her at school but I tried to keep my distance as I was afraid of telling her what Jake was. It wasn't my place to do so especially because he was protective of her and knew more than I thought I knew. Things I thought I knew about Jess that were hidden from me. My head was able to reason better after I took out the necklace. But I still needed clarity, I needed answers as to why my girlfriend would keep her identity a secret from me. I approached my locker, eager to grab my books and attend the next class. But as I opened the door, i found a letter tucked inside. It was from Jess. My heart skipped a beat as I began to go through the word's written. "Hey. I'm sorry about the other day. I didn't mean to scare you off like that. I am a witch. Its a part of my family's history and I don't know
Jess It was around 3pm when one of the workers from the Winslow diner arrived with the order I had made. I had promised my mother I would pay her money by the end of the day and she knew I always delivered on my promises. Even though my parents had established their business many years ago, the goal remained the same. To make us look like a regular family instead of dangerous witches that do not mind using their powers to gain all the money they can. Hence we live in a mansion, instead of an ordinary all American shack. We had maintained this sort of lifestyle for many years and it worked wonders for us. I carefully and neatly set the table for the guests i had been expecting. I wondered if their hearts were as cruel as me. My conniving thoughts, were disturbed by a bell ringing. I lifted my hands and opened the door in open space. Witches didn't have to touch the doorknob to open. My three guests had finally arrived. I pulled out an apron from the drawer by the flip of my hand and
Jake It had been weeks since I had seen my father. It felt slightly weird not to have him around but the peace that came with it was worth it. As I going through my science assignment, I heard voices from a distance. I peered out the window and saw Paul standing there on the sidewalk with my father. I was shocked. My room was still a mess. There were plenty of uselessness items on the floor. Pencils, a notebook, plastic bags of my favourite dry meat snacks, shoes laying around carelessly. My bed was not made, there were blankets hanging down to the floor. A complete mess. I begun to put everything in its order, then made the bed and lastly changed into a more nest and acceptable attire. A shirt and my denim jeans.. But as I was walking down the stairs, I heard something disturbing. My father was asking about me. I returned to my room, as the voices were getting louder and louder . "Where is my son, the house feels empty" Daniel commented, his voice carried a kind of disappointment