Twilight Fan Fiction / Twilight Fan Fiction / Twilight Fan Fiction ❯ Fur And Magic ❯ Don't Mess With Witches Or Bitches ( Chapter 2 )

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Fur and Magic
Chapter 2 – Don't Mess With Witches Or Bitches
I turned and watched as ten large wolves erupted out of the trees, I could feel more hidden still in the edge of the forest. My two colleagues landing between me and the wolves moments later, one already erecting a barrier. This was all background to me as I stepped carefully up to the beautiful girl's side. I touched her face, intent of brushing away a streak of dirt there but found myself almost electrocuted, my mind seemed to be ripped from my head and mingled with hers until the lines between what was me and what was her became so blurry they were near nonexistent. I felt her reasons for suicide and I saw the memories in her head and then the electric feeling ceased and a wonderful floating – falling sensation took over.
I checked the back of her head with my finger tips, finding a small lump from the fall but no blood. A growl broke my thoughts, 'Get Away From Her' a deep voice said in my head and I looked up to see the entire gathering watching me, I quickly removed my hands from the girl's head.
"Wow Em, I'd heard you were good but only a second after getting out of the car you run off to save some girl from the wolves, now that is awesome." My new co-worker with long chocolate coloured hair had a cheery voice as she turned from her companion, a young man with pale, almost white hair, who was holding up a shimmering barrier between us and the wolves.
"Actually these wolves aren't here to hurt her, but to stop her from throwing herself to her death." I said eyeing the wolves warily. She looked at me and rolled her eyes.
"I can't hear their thoughts, they're not natural wolves!"
The two largest wolves, one pitch black and the other a deep russet, walked deliberately into the forest and returned as two young men.
"Who are you and why are you here?" The elder looking of the two spoke with an air of authority.
"We are here to protect this girl and others from you, lycan scum!" the blonde man said with disdain rolling through every syllable.
I reached out and touched the girls face again, again I heard a voice in my head, this time I knew it came from the large brown wolf. "Melodramatic Leah strikes again! Pretending to run to a cliff to finally throw herself off and then pulling a fake fainting spell. Puh-lease, just do it already!"
I stood, the wind rising with me, static curling in blue arcs around my hands and arms. My eyes narrowed and my glamour melted and the bright flickering of golden energy that ran in patterns across my skin became visible.
"I have seen this girl kill herself every night for over a week… this girl is a sister to you and this is the attitude that you exude in response to her obvious pain and distress… insult her and deny her pain?" My voice was filled with the anger and pain I'd felt from the girl. 'Leah' my mind whispered.
My anger subsided in part as a whimper came from a small sandy coloured wolf and I turned to the two who stood human, staring at me in shock.
"If you cannot control your pack then I will discipline them for you…"
I threw my hand out in gesture to the brown wolf and he staggered before howling in anguish. Behind me I felt Leah levitate closer to me, my magic picking her up gently. I turned to my stunned co-workers, already feeling the strain of keeping my powers from unleashing themselves completely. The sleepless nights were catching me up and I would have to leave before I lost control.
"Talk with these shape shifters, they are not lycanthropes as we believed… I'm going to go rest." Leah drifted weightlessly around to hover in front of me and I drew her limp form into my arms. "Don't kill them unless it's necessary. Send that one to see me after I'm more rested and I may take the curse off of him. I'm not making promises though, what I did won't harm him physically."
I flew back to the house with Leah in my arms. As I entered the house I could taste the inlaid protective spells and sent my own power through them to add to their efficiency. I followed the trace energy given off by my own possessions to find my room and laid Leah on the bed while I removed my jacket and shoes. I slipped her sandals off and pulled the covers over both of us, her strange warmth lulling me quickly into a deep sleep.

The first thing I noticed was the arm across my waist. The next was that although I had been out by the cliff before, I was now lying tucked in an unfamiliar bed. I sat up and touched the face of the woman I'd imprinted on, my head was suddenly assaulted with images and warm jolts of energy sparked up my arm. I gasped and withdrew my hand, I looked at it before looking back at her face, and straight into violet eyes.
"Are you alright or do I need to set up a suicide watch?" Her voice was sleepy and warm.
"No… I'm okay." I felt awkward, my first conversation with my imprint and we were lying in a bed and talking about my attempted suicide.
"That's good. You've cost me at least ten nights of sleep and I'm want to rest now, not talk about depressing stuff."
There was a sharp tug on my ankle and I was pulled out of my sitting position. My imprint yawned widely, her eyes again flashing with fire and twisting impossibly. She wiggled closer and curled around my side, griping my arm and twining her legs around me left leg. She inhaled deeply and pressed her head into my shoulder.
"What are you?" I asked shakily as the strange connection started again from our touching skin, it was less intense this time. She let out an irritate huff and lifted her head.
"You need sleep too, you've had worries keeping you awake. I've not slept in over a week and have just used up a lot of power. Sleep now, questions tomorrow." Her head returned to my shoulder, eyes closing.
"But-" I started.
"Sleep Now, Talk Tomorrow!" Her voice was commanding but quiet and she didn't move from her place against me.
Her body pulsed with an odd light as she slept and before long the dim light had my eyelids drooping and it seemed like all the sleep I'd missed over the past year fell upon me at once.
When I woke next it was to the warm smell of pancakes and the dim sound of a fridge opening. I realised I was alone in the bed and as my stomach rumbled I followed the smell of the pancakes to the kitchen.
She sat at the table, back to me, drinking something hot from a mug while kitchen implements whizzed around the room. I watched amazed as pancakes flipped themselves and a bowl and whisk cleaned themselves in the sink. She stared at the hand not holding her mug, turning it this way and that.
"Would you like a plate of pancakes, there is fruit and toppings, and green tea or orange juice?" She didn't even look up from her inspection, and as I watched light flickered weakly; gold and purple beneath her skin.
"Umm, sure…"
Her hand swept up and a plate from the table caught three pancakes that flew from the serving plate next to the stove. More light flickered under her skin near her fingertips and she gestured towards a chair across from her and the plate landed gently on the table, the chair moving silently back. I moved around and sat down, she'd returned to scrutinizing her hand again, placing her mug down and tracing the paths the light followed with the fingers on her other hand. She looked up after a moment, her pupils the same strange moving shapes as they had been the day before.
"Would you like some green tea or juice?" she asked as a pitcher of juice and the teapot joined the setting on the table.
"How are you doing that?" I asked, fascinated with the glowing of her skin and her eyes and the strange magic taking place in the kitchen.
"That's just who I am. Although recently I have had a few issues with my abilities, now the flow seems to be fine." She glanced at her hand. "For the moment anyway. Now tea or juice? Fruit, syrup or yogurt?"
As she spoke she gestured and the lids on the bowls on the table opened. I shock my head but the maple syrup landed lightly next to my plate and a glass filled with juice slid towards me.
"You like maple on your pancakes and orange juice in the morning." It was a statement not a question. It kind of made me angry.
"How Would You Know That?" I growled. She shuddered and I felt bad, the imprinting bond vibrated painfully and I winced.
"The same way you saw inside my mind last night." She looked up into my eyes. "From what I saw your kind imprints on a possible mate, correct? Well witches kind of do that too, only they join their souls with one who can assist in stabilising their magic. My powers have been in poor form for almost a year now and when I began to dream of your suicide they became almost non-existent. This morning however they are as strong as ever and constant enough for me to make breakfast hands free." She smiled, "Thankyou for not throwing your life away."
I was dazzled. Her smile reached her eyes and her pupils back-flipped and the light that flowed through her cheeks glowed brightly. The fire in her eyes softened and light seemed to glow there too.
"What are you?" I breathed awestruck.
She let out a light peel of laughter, which made me shiver in delight. I wanted nothing more than to hear that laugh for the rest of my life. That weird imprinting bond was turning me gay I realized, but oddly I found that I didn't care.
"Humans do tend to think of us as green skinned, wart covered hags who wear pointed hats... which is ridiculous of course. None of us would ever wear a pointed hat."
"Umm…" I was confused.
"I'm a witch, Leah. A rather good one at that, although the past year should be discounted."
"Oh, how do you know my name?"
"Do you not know mine? Think about it… about when you touched my face… what did you see?"
I closed my eyes, thinking hard, and suddenly I remembered.
"Emma"
"Yay! You got it in one, you should eat before it gets cold." She took a sip of her tea and grimaced. "Mine's cold, damn it."
I shoved half a pancake in my mouth and chewed while she stuck her finger in the tea and stirred. Before long steam rose from the top of the mug and the tea began to boil. She sucked lightly on her finger before returning to sipping her tea. I opened my mouth to ask her why she'd come here when the door burst open and two wet strangers came into the kitchen followed by Jacob, Sam and an enraged Paul.
Paul jabbed his finger at Emma and snarled "Undo it now!"
Emma glanced at him appraisingly before reaching into her pocket and withdrawing a small pouch.
"Good morning Vanessa, Nate. There's a drying charm beside the stovetop, help yourselves." Emma toyed with the drawstrings on the pouch. Paul growled again.
"Thanks Em," Vanessa said, chewing on what looked like gum as her clothes dried. "Would anyone else like some?" Nate took some silently and shoved pieces at my pack brothers who dripped on the floor.
Emma reached across the table and took my hand, I blushed but went to squeeze too, however she drew her hand away and I saw that she'd only pressed the small bag into my hand. I looked at her questioningly.
"That 'man'," she said the word like it was laughable, "made some distasteful comments about you yesterday… so I hexed him. Quite a lovely traditional curse actually. Since the slight was made against you, I'm giving you the power to decide when and if you wish to return normal blood flow to him."
"What?" I gasped.
Vanessa giggled and Nate smiled slightly. "Put simply," Nate said, voice trembling in humour, "she shrivelled his man-parts." Vanessa looked gleeful.
I looked at Emma's neutral face. "Only after he insulted you and said he wished that you would jump." She snapped.
"How did you know that? Paul was in wolf form when he said that." Sam asked. "These two explained that although animal and human thoughts can be heard by your kind, they could not hear us."
"I only heard it when I was touching Leah. I heard her brother outside a moment ago when I gave her the bag. He's worried; Nate, go let him in and give the kid some food."
Jacob took this as an invitation and threw himself into a chair next to me and started piling pancakes on his plate.
"Do you have any bacon?" He asked between mouthfuls.
Vanessa dropped the glass of juice she'd been pouring, Nate fumbled with the sticks of drying charm as he separated a piece for Seth. Emma snapped her head up from her tea.
"Witches think of all life as sacred. We do not eat those that we converse to, any more than you would eat a person. There is no meat in this house nor in any witches household, nor will there likely ever be any meat in said households for that matter." Emma's voice was still and emotionless.
"There are plenty of pancakes and fruits though." She chirped in contrast to her meat lecture and a bowl of blueberries floated to land within Jacob's reach. Seth was seated next to him, also now gobbling up pancakes covered in yogurt and chocolate
Paul looked at me angry at being ignored. "Well take the spell off! Geez a witch for a bitch, a match made in hell!"
"For that comment, Paul I think I'll wait a bit before I do!" I smiled viciously at him and when he growled in response Emma laughed again.
"I could remove it completely for you…" Emma waggled her fingers at him. This time I laughed as Paul shrunk away and hurriedly left the house.
Vanessa and Nate looked at Emma with serious faces.
Vanessa put her hand on Emma's shoulder, "Em, these wolves aren't the outbreak that Gwen was talking about. She knew they were here, we spoke with her this morning. There's something else coming…"

A/N: Woot over 2,500 words! YAY!