The Smell of Magic

I wish I had known what I was before I had done what I did. For I am a witch, born into my powers and was untrained in my abilities. I was a scientist many years ago. But now I hide and run. I am in fear for my life. I alone am responsible for revealing the supernatural world to the humans. I honestly know nothing of the supernatural world before I brought it crashing into the sunlight, bright and fierce and terrifying to the world of the humans.

Truthfully, I had no idea what I was doing. I was trying to find the science behind attraction. I wanted to find out what sparks attraction between people and how one could be attracted to someone but not have the attraction reciprocated. I wanted to know why one person could be deeply in love with a person and the other feels nothing for them, or why someone would fall out of love. I wanted to break love love to a science and then replicate it.

I was trying to figure out why my heart had been broken countless times. I searched, concocted, and experimented with things that seemed almost instinctive. What I didn't know was how I would affect so many others. As I drank my own potion I felt a power awaken within me and I mindlessly followed the two strings, which I could only see in my minds' eye.

I was so focused on finding whom these strings belong to, that I didn't notice the chaos.

I was suddenly pulled from my reverie when a very large man stepped in my path. He had a wild look in his eyes as he grabbed me by the throat and pulled me to him. I struggled in his grip as he berried his nose in my hair and inhaled deeply.

"You smell of lemon, lavender, and magic," he growled.

I felt something tingle in my fingertips and I raised my hand to his face. He dropped me and stepped back with a sneer.

"Don't worry little witch you don't belong to me. I will not harm you. Our strings pass beyond one another." With that he stepped around me and stalked off and around the corner.

The next thing I knew a stunning woman with the green eyes and hair had my chin in a vice-like grip.

"Lawrence," she called without breaking eye contact. "We have another one. She looks like she is going to collapse at any second." I vaguely heard light footsteps as black spots started to sparkle in my vision and the pain in my feet and legs exploded. My knees buckled just as lean arms scooped me up.

"Whoopsie," came a beautifully masculine voice at my ear. "You got this one just in time Josie." The woman patted me on the shoulder and walked to a small café across the street.

I craned my neck around trying to keep the pulsing line in my sight.

"Don't worry darling," said the man, "it won't go away until you find whomever your looking for." I blinked and actually looked at him. He was handsome with hid dark, well kept dreadlocks and golden eye. But there was something wild in those eyes that raised the fight or flight instinct within me.

He chuckled, "Josie, this is a baby. She doesn't know."

I blinked, "I beg your pardon?" I croaked, feeling a strange tingling coming from my fingertips.

"Its ok hun, put that away. We don't want to kill the nice were-fox."

I jerked my head around and eye the woman named Josie as the man gently set me in a seat at an outdoor table with orange marigolds floating in bowls of water.