Another Witch and Another Vampire

A witch and a vampire. It isn’t exactly earth shaking. And well it’s hopelessly romantic and poetic. I cannot help but feel cliche. But it’s as clear as the moon in the bowl of water to my left. He’s…. Who ever he is. Is a vampire. And we’re meant for some form of tragedy.

Vampires and witches go together as well as Romeo and Juliet. Epically, perfectly and yet these a forbidden aspect of it. Most witches would rather die then loss there power. A witches magic is their sense of self. And to give it up… can erase the person they once were. But it’s rare to keep the magic once turned. Some can. But most don’t.

“Lianna?…. What’s taking you so long?” My sisters voice intrupts from the door. The vision on the mirror begins to fade. I roll my eyes.

“You’ve waited two years Rebecca. I think you can wait a few more seconds.” I sing song back to her. I have to dump the water before I can leave the room. Picking up the bowl I find one of the plants and dump it in. A plant is a witches best friend when it comes to taking magical water and disposing of it. I can feel the spirit inside the plant buzz. Rebeca must have felt it to because she’s let herself into my spell room. I give her a look.

“What?” She shoots me a look. I stick my tongue out at her. “Just tell me about it’” she demands as she sits down on one of the many pillows. I sigh. I remember when roles were reversed. When I listened to her tell me all about the soul she saw in the mirror when she did the ritual. I bit my lip.

“There wasn’t anything Becks.” The lie flicks of my tongue and I feel a sharp tinge in my belly. Rebecca’s face falls. If she felt the lie she hasn’t noticed it.

“Lia…. No. Gods I’m sorry. This is exactly why you told me you didn’t want to do this.” The guilt weigh on me as I just shrug my shoulders. She may have pressed me for two years to try this stupid soulmate ritual. And I am not about to tell her the truth. Because I’m not going to find him. I know it’s a him. I felt it in the soul that gazed out of the mirror. It could have been a girl if I was lucky. Another witch like my mums. Or a human like Becks. It could have been anything else. Something that wasn’t suppose to break my heart.

Beck grabs my hands as she shakes me from my thoughts.

“Listen I know this is a bummer way to start the weekend. But you know what. We’re gonna ignore it. You probably just did the spell wrong. Wouldn’t be the first time you mixed up the herbs you needed to burn.” She rambles.

“That was one time!” I bite my check as she rambles on.

“But there’s this cirque in tonight. And I got us tickets!!” When flashes the black and red tickets from her pocket. I can’t help but smile. She knows I love the stage magic and acrobatics. And what better way to forget about a vampire than to go an enjoy something entertaining.

“It’s a little darker though… but I figured that’s right up our alley. I mean sure the fun lights and colors are fun. But this one promises to be scary and sexy. She wiggles her eyebrows at me. She already knew that even if I hated my results she’d be out of the dog house with those tickets. Even if it was completely human of me. I loved the paranormal and horror of Hollywood. Even if it was mostly wrong. Most witches would roll there eyes. I mean when your best friends are demons, you get a little offended by the allegations of the movies. But there was something fascinating about them. In the end the horror is almost always for the entertainment value and a ruse to cover up the actual message of the movie.

“Okay. You had me at cirque. But now I’m really interested. Beck rolls her eyes at me. “For a witch. You’re entirely too cliche.” I give her a wink.

“Witches can be dark and creepy too. It doesn’t have to be all nature spirits and dresses’” I tug her flower printed scarf. She shakes her head.

“Just get in the car before I regret this.” She walks out of my room. I smile to myself before leaving the room.

The cirque isn’t filled with bright lights and fun music. Instead a haunting piano fills the tent as blue lights emit a glow. I can’t help but grin as Beck clutches at my arm. It’s not really her scene but I appreciate that she did it for me. Even if it was a back up plan to her original hope that I’d be normal for once and want to take about my soulmate.

The guilt comes back into my stomach. I shouldn’t have lied to her. I don’t like lying when it comes to her. Beck has always told me everything and well she’s never understood anything about me. She’s always been there for me. But I don’t want to become her next project. And I don’t want her endless hope and desire to fix everything, try and make me feel better. A vampire and a witch… always leads to someone’s heart being broken. And I’m not about to do that to myself…. Or the person in the mirror.

Beck pokes my ribs. The music has changed to let us know we need to make our way to our seats.

I settle into one of the fourth row seats. “Okay I thought this was a back up plan for making me do your stupid ritual.” I whisper to her. She shakes her head.

“No I wanted to bring you. I had a dream about it.” She mumbles back. I shoot her a look.

“Beck.” She knows I hate it when she’s messing with my future. She shrugs her shoulders.

“You would have come anyways. Either with me or with Bobbi.” Our brothers name rolls of her tounge. I give her a slight punch in the arm. Her and Bobbi have been competing for the title of best order sibling for years.

“You’re competition with Bobbi still doesn’t give you the right to use your divination craft against me! You owe me a popcorn.” I grumble as I settle into my seat. I get the feeling the lights are about to go down. Beck doesn’t say anything more.

In an instant the lights flicker before leaving us in darkness. Different noises fill in around us, as eerie lights drag our attention to different areas of the stage and tent layout. Each a small clue to the event that’s about to take place. I find myself relaxing as I try and figure out if anything looks special. The familiar game of trying to solve the magic and mystery comes flowing to me with ease.

As the lights circle down onto a man standing in the centre of the stage. His arms spread wide and head bowed down. His dark black jacket gives him a commanding presence as he remains motionless.

I feel the tiny shiver jolt down my spine. There’s something more than just Hollywood entertainment here. I catch the familiar tang of magic in my through. It’s definitely not a normal cirque. Beck feels it to and I see her break out into a grin. Other witches always excite her in a way other paranormals don’t. I drag my eye back to the man. In a flash of light he’s looking at as all grinning. The tips of fangs extend past his lip. Well it could be part of his costume, the strange tingling in my spine confirm my suspicious.

“Welcome…” he begins to address the crowd. Promising a night of tricks and fun. I feel captivated by his words. He isn’t like any other cirque performer I’ve seen. There’s something in the air with how he commands himself.

The air feels like static. And I find myself watching him as he moves around during his address to the crowd.

Until his green eyes land on me. The glow in a strange kind of way. And I feel myself go cold. If my heart could speak, it be screaming for me to leave now.

“It’s him.” The words escape from my lips. I find myself looking at Beck. She’s looking at me with a quizzical look.

“Beck…” I whisper to her. “I knew you fuckin saw something.” She shakes her head as she looks at the stage again. But she can’t stay mad at me for long.

“Lianna. You’re soulmate is a vampire. You know you can’t just run from it. They feel those bonds deeper than we do.” She whispers to me. I don’t answer her. I can see a few people glancing our way.

I look back up at the man on stage whose finished his speech. His eyes land on mine again. There’s a flash of wonder in them.

“Please enjoy the show.” In a change of light he disappears as the first act takes his place.

I know I should leave now. But I see how Beck is watching the silk dancer. And I feel how my magic is flowing around me.

I’m not going anywhere…..

and I’m so fucked.