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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
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I actually had so much fun writing this.

Evelyn's harboring a tiny secret. Well, maybe not SO tiny. She isn't a normal human at all. In fact, her whole family isn't. They're witches. But what will happen when a revenge-seeking witch-hunter discovers them? How will Eve use her power to save her family?

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Submitted: January 31, 2009

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Submitted: January 31, 2009




By: AllyDee

Everyone has their secrets.


Even Mr. President himself.

Mines a whole lot bigger,

Then any secret they could possibly have.

My secret goes back centuries.

My secret is;

I'm a witch.

Not by choice,

but by blood.

My ma's great great great grandmother, well at least I think its that many greats, who knows? It might be more. Anyway where was I? Oh, yeah well, she swore an oath to protect the grand and marvelous city of Galthium at all costs. She, in turn, received powers of unimaginable strength. Those powers have been passed down through the bloodline until now, where they rest of the shoulders of me, Evelyn, or Eve as I prefer, Rose your perfectly average sixteen year old girl.

Uh, average? I think not.

“Ma, I'm going out for a bit with my friends, m'kay?” I called grabbing my favorite multi-colored scarf and my bag of tricks. Your normal makeup, candy for when I get hungry, and a notebook to write in. That sort of thing.

“Eve, we talked about this,” my mom said walking into the hallway from the kitchen, “You have to practice.”

“Maaa,” I groaned, dropping my bag to the ground.

“Eveee,” she mimicked my groan perfectly.

“Nothing bad has happened here in like FOREVER, can't you just let me go out and have fun on a Friday night like a normal teenager?”
“Evelyn, I just want to keep you safe!” my mom replied, her brow creased with worry.

Mom, I've been practicing witchcraft almost every night since I was six! Every night since I was six! Please, do this one thing for me. I even promise I won't get drunk or smoke pot or anything!”

That made her chuckle.

“Okay, fine, go have fun and promise me you'll be home by eleven.”

“I promise,” I grinned running up and giving her a peck on the cheek, “I promise,” I echoed picking up my bag and heading off to my dark green Mini Cooper that was parked out front.

“Eve, lets not go in. I'm scared,” whimpered my best friend Cassie.

“Cass, we promised Joycelin that we'd come and you know how Joycelin can get when you break promises.”

“Do I ever,” Cassie replied.

Joycelin is my God mother's daughter, meaning her mom forces her to hang out with us. Not that she doesn't want to hang out with us. Okay, she doesn't but we've actually become sort of friends even though she's Miss Popularity.

Regarding the part about Joycelin hating people who break promises, she really does. I mean I've even heard this one rumor that Joycelin and her now ex-best friend got into this whole argument because her ex-best friend promised she would show up for Joycelin's 16th birthday party but never did. I mean it probably isn't true because its just gossip, but you never know.

“Evelyn darling and Cassie so nice of you to come...” Joycelin slurred as she let us through the door. She was drunk already? Wow, it was only 8 o'clock at night.

“Thanks Joyc-” she cut me off.

“Oh my gosh look a hot guy,” she mumbled as she trudged, well I don't know if trudged is the right word, hows about tripped off in search of that hot guy she had seen only seconds before.

“Well that was interesting,” Cassie giggled after watching Joycelin tumble off. Okay, I have to admit, it was sort of funny.

“Shut up Cassie,” I said playfully punching her in that arm.

“Ouch Evie that hurt,” she joked.

“No it didn't,” I countered, “Come on, let's go,” I pulled her along with me, looking for someone we knew.

No luck.

“Eve, this is pointless. We know no one besides Joycelin who's now slumped over a chair passed out,”

She was right. It was past ten o'clock and we weren't having any fun except making fun of all the drunkards, and that was getting kind of boring.

“Do you want to leave then?” I asked as we headed towards the front door.

“Yes!” So we headed out the door when we heard a scream from inside.

You're probably thinking, oh it was just one of those drunken lunatics who tripped over her own two feet. Well, it was but not because she tripped over her own two feet but because...oh, you'll just see.

I rushed inside, leaving Cassie out in the fall weather.

“Is everyone alri-” I wasn't able to finish because it was then I spotted Joycelin lying there on the ground, blood gushing from her abdomen. “Joycelin!” I screamed running over to her and collapsing over her. Everyone around, drunk and not drunk, stared at me like I was an idiot which at that point in time, I was.

“Do any of you know what happened?” I cried to everyone, but everyone seemed to petrified to talk, “Anyone?” I looked around at them. Those scum. Didn't they care what happened to their friend? Didn't they care that if Joycelin is dying in my arms? Didn't they care at all? “Can one of you at least call 9-1-1? I don't have my cell,”

“I will,” Cassi spoke up, taking out her phone and dialing. “Hello? Yeah, we need an ambulance...” I didn't pay anymore attention to what she was talking about because I noticed a stab wound in her hand. It wasn't like the other wound. This one was precise. Whomever made it carved into her hand an elaborate design.

“Shit...” I mumbled under my breath. The sign was one of an old relative of mine turned witch hunter.

My grandmother was a bit of a player if you know what I mean. She loved the guys, and they loved her. Especially this one man, Andrew Witmirer. Eventually they married, gave birth to my mom and aunt, then she devoiced Andrew, and he swore on his grave he would have revenge. Whether it be in his generation or the next. He would have revenge.

“Cassie, I need to go okay? My mom needs to know about this,” I said hurrying past her and grabbing my bag. I hopped into my car and drove off, hoping that I got home in time. I parked my car and tore into the house.

“Maaa!” I screamed at the top of my lung, “Ma!”

I ran into the kitchen and spotted a note.

I've gone to the store,
Hopefully I'll be back before you get this,
But if I'm not,
See you soon!
Love you!

I sighed a sigh of relief, but that didn't last long. Within a second, I was trust into the fridge by an unknown force.

“Get up you witch,” the guy in front of me spat. He wasn't any older then I was, maybe a bit younger. Around 14 or 15. He looked like a male version of me with chocolate brown hair and the same eerie looking brown hair.

“A witch? I'm not a witch,” I grinned, as I stood up from the ground where I had fallen, “Oh no, I'm your worst nightmare.” I said giving a shrill laugh. Okay, for a second there I sounded evil, and I admit that, but I do have to admit that it was priceless to see his face. A mix of terror and rage.

Oh man little boy, you are so going down.

I closed my eyes and focused all my energy into the palms of my right hand, which I had clasped at my side. Once I had enough power I threw what I had manifested straight had him. An energy ball, which hit him square in the chest. He stumbled a bit before regaining his posture. He pulled a knife out of his back pocket and before I had time to react, threw it straight at my hand. Once it hit I felt a stabbing pain coarse throughout my body, not just in the hand.

“For what you have done
Now you shall pay
You shall be banished
From this world
Once and always.” I chanted, closing my eyes and feeling the power coarse through me. When I opened them, I expected the boy to be gone, but non-the-less he was still there with a wicked smile upon his face.

“Listen kid,” I began, cradling my arm, “I don't want to hurt you, but if you don't get the hell out of here know I'm going too.”

“The names Andy, and you know just as well as I do that I'm not leaving. I'm going to kill your wretched bloodline once and for all. In fact, you are the last one I have to kill,” he smirked. I gasped unintentionally. My mom, dead? She couldn't be. There's no way she could be...

I let a single tear slide down my face, and that was all he needed. He sped around and caught me in a death hold. A knife to my throat. “You are going to die tonight, you hear?” he whispered roughly against my throat.

“That's where you're wrong,” I whispered back, swinging my leg back and hitting him right where the sun don't shine, careful not to hurt my hand. As he was going down his knife nicked my throat causing a drop of to fall. I began murmuring the chant over and over.

“For what you have done
Now you shall pay
You shall be banished
From this world
Once and always.”

The next time I opened my eyes, he was gone and all that was left in his place was a little pile of ash.

“Evee!” my mother called, “I'm home!”

“Maa!” I screamed with glee as I ran over to her and threw my arms around her, carefully though, not wanting to hurt my hand.

“Evelyn, what the hell happened here?” my mom asked once she had taken a look around, “And what happened to your hand?”

“Its a long story ma. I'm just glad you're okay,” I replied wrapping my arms tighter around her and never wanting to let go.

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