Twisted Reality
Ten
Cackling like the madwoman I am, I continue gazing into my crystal ball, watching the images unfold before my very eyes. Not only are Andrew and Ashley suffering since they can’t do nearly as much on their own, nor many of the things they enjoy doing, because of my spell, but it’s effecting those around them nicely, as well. Their parents—grandparents, in Ashley’s case—are still coming to grips with their physical conditions, although the rest of their band already has. The other band members—Jeremy, Jacob, and Christian—are all having a hard time doing practically everything for them while still taking care of themselves.
The thought of Jeremy makes me growl low and ferociously, sounding eerily similar to a werewolf while in wolf form. He’s getting too close to figuring out what I’ve done, which will lead him to why, for his own good. It’s the reason why I’ve cast a spell on him to cause almost constant migraines—especially if he continues trying to figure out what happened to his bandmates.
Ashley was an asshole to me when all I wanted was a date—specifically, a date to an awards show I had to attend. I couldn’t get any of my male friends or coworkers to go with me, and knowing that he had almost perfect looks and would fit in well, I’d almost literally dropped to my knees and begged. He’d refused on the spot without even giving it any thought, soon going so far as to threaten to call the police on me. All I wanted—and needed—was a date to an awards show I had to attend.
Growling again, I watched as the Mystic curled up in his bed, holding his head as if he were afraid just laying it down on a pillow could shatter it. Considering my heritage and my power, I could easily cast a spell on him that would do just that, but I’m not into black magick. I’d rather just force Andrew and Ashley—whom I now know are in a relationship together—to be children and unable to fend for themselves. The bonus of that besides making life hard for the others is that they can’t do anything with one another—although that also means that I can’t seduce Ashley, as I’d like to do. But that’s neither here, nor there—I don’t need him in that sense, but I do need to teach him a lesson for being such an asshole without knowing all the details.
The smile—which looks more like an evil grin—that I’d had on my face when I first turned to my crystal ball to see how things were going returns. Unless Jeremy finally breaks the spell I cast on him and figures out what I did and why, I’ll enjoy causing these poor, ignorant fools pain…and immensely. They’ve fucked with the wrong witch this time; they’re going to pay, and royally, and I’m going to have the utmost fun in extracting that payment from all of them, one little spell at a time.
The thought of Jeremy makes me growl low and ferociously, sounding eerily similar to a werewolf while in wolf form. He’s getting too close to figuring out what I’ve done, which will lead him to why, for his own good. It’s the reason why I’ve cast a spell on him to cause almost constant migraines—especially if he continues trying to figure out what happened to his bandmates.
Ashley was an asshole to me when all I wanted was a date—specifically, a date to an awards show I had to attend. I couldn’t get any of my male friends or coworkers to go with me, and knowing that he had almost perfect looks and would fit in well, I’d almost literally dropped to my knees and begged. He’d refused on the spot without even giving it any thought, soon going so far as to threaten to call the police on me. All I wanted—and needed—was a date to an awards show I had to attend.
Growling again, I watched as the Mystic curled up in his bed, holding his head as if he were afraid just laying it down on a pillow could shatter it. Considering my heritage and my power, I could easily cast a spell on him that would do just that, but I’m not into black magick. I’d rather just force Andrew and Ashley—whom I now know are in a relationship together—to be children and unable to fend for themselves. The bonus of that besides making life hard for the others is that they can’t do anything with one another—although that also means that I can’t seduce Ashley, as I’d like to do. But that’s neither here, nor there—I don’t need him in that sense, but I do need to teach him a lesson for being such an asshole without knowing all the details.
The smile—which looks more like an evil grin—that I’d had on my face when I first turned to my crystal ball to see how things were going returns. Unless Jeremy finally breaks the spell I cast on him and figures out what I did and why, I’ll enjoy causing these poor, ignorant fools pain…and immensely. They’ve fucked with the wrong witch this time; they’re going to pay, and royally, and I’m going to have the utmost fun in extracting that payment from all of them, one little spell at a time.
@BVBandybiersack
I might take you up on your offer at some point, sugar. For now, the story that I'm most focused on writing is Hanging by a Moment, mainly because I can't get what inspired it outta my head. For now, though, like I said, I'm just gonna consider it on hold...
~Cyn
6/14/15