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A New Witch

loneiysong

loneiysong

Pulsar
Joined
Apr 13, 2012
Location
Someplace where depression always finds me.
God, headache waking up, headache all through classes, now a headache so bad, just the thought of walking seemed an unsurmountable feat. She sat under a large oak tree near the library and held her head. She had taken a Tylenol with water at lunch, but nothing worked. She groaned leaning forward. She held her head between her hands. Her red hair falling in a curtain around her face. Hazel eyes closed in pain. Feeling something tickle her nose, she raised her hands to her nose and it came away bloody.

Looking up, she saw students in obvious states of decomposition walking with perfectly normal students. Leaping to her feet, she swallowed hard. Lightning bolt pain shot through her head. Holding her head, she gripped the tree for support, but instead she touched a kid that was hanging by a limb. Swallowing, she looked around in a panic. A wail raising from her throat. No...no this couldn't be happening.

Taking off, she ran full tilt to her dorm and gasped and collapsed on her bed. The whole room was spinning. Gripping a trash can that stood by her desk, she hurled all the contents of her stomach into it. Along with some blood that had somehow found its way to her stomach. Shivering and gripping the can, she groaned and rocked back and forth. She was wearing a simple dark blue blouse with blue jeans and shoes. She was pretty unextraordinary, and expected to live an unextraordinary life. What was happening to her?

Rowan, Red to her friends, rocked back and forth alone on her bed and put the trash can on the floor and curled up. Her head was killing her more than before. She panted, sweat rolled down her face as she shivered harder.
 
He has been looking at her, ever since his first day at the new school he has been looking at her. Knowing what she was he needed to calm down, wait for the signs to present themselves. He was assigned by the order of the witches to look over her and train her, give her the book that would center her powers, however he could not do that until the powers started to present themselves, the first power… be able to see ghosts and spirits.

He looked at her as she was on the tree, scanning her every move. He could also see the dead, however he could only see them and not talk to them. He smirked as he watched her blame her power surge to a headache, it has started. Noticing her grabbing on to a spirit made him smile there was no denying it, her powers were starting to manifest. He followed her to her bedroom standing outside the door. He could hear noises from the inside then silence.

Taking an deep breath he decided to make his move, gently knocking on the door he said, “Kind of unusual to grab the arm of a dead kid huh?. I know what is happening to you all too well, do you want to know? Want to know a way to keep your head from blowing up?. Meet me under the tree you were awhile ago and I will explain everything, go there or go crazy, the final decision will be up to you”. He walked away pretty sure he was loud enough for her to hear but nobody else around would pay attention.

The college campus was rather big, everybody was doing something however at these hours mostly everybody was at school. He needed to bring her to his small apartment, one that he warded against spirits good and evil, a place where she could relax while she processed everything he was going to tell her. He sat down where she was a couple of minutes before and looked around at the spirits who were unaware of his presence.
 
Red swallowed and looked up. Someone was speaking otuside her door. Shutting her eyes, she listened to him. He knew what had happened. It wasn't just in her mind. She wasn't crazy. Unless, him talking to her was all in her mind. Standing up, she felt unsteady. She felt sick. She had to meet with him, he gave her no other option. Walking to the door, she stopped and soon doubled back to grab the garbage can to puke one last time before walking out to the oak.

Looking around, she saw no one. Her headache was a minimum. Taking off at a run, she jogged down the hall and down doorways until she was finally outside. Reaching into a bag she had managed to grab before leaving her room, she put on some thick glasses. Did the sun have to be so damned bright. Walking to the tree, she saw him an dswallowed. She shook her head and looekd up at the branches. Nothing there. REaching up she touched her eye feeling them tear up. Pulling her hand away, she looked at the blood and then looked once again to the kid.

"What is happening to me?" Se whispered quietly to him and frowned deeper.
 
"Your brain is not used to what is happening to you, you can call it Magic or whatever you want. However your brain is slowly shutting down since it cannot handle the pressure, if I give you all the information right now you would most likely faint. I know a place, a place where you can relax for awhile and a place where the spirits won't follow you. Come with me, rest a bit and everything will be made clear" he knew in the current condition she was in there was no way that she could understand half of what was going on, let alone believe that she was indeed a witch.

Standing up he gently grabbed her hand and nodded, "My name is Richard, I came here just to look for you and help you. However it must be your choice to trust me, it must be your decision to come with me and know what I am going to tell you". He offered his hand, "Take my hand and I will get you someplace safe so you can rest first, after that you I will explain what is happening and you can do whatever you want". He smiled at her, "It's not very far, just a couple of minutes on my car".
 
Listening to him, she frowned. She swallowed and then nodded softly. However, the simple act of nodding hurt too much. She swallowed feeling her bile rise up in her mouth and she looked up at him. "That place sounds very nice." She whispered. Taking his hand she sighed. "I decide to trust you. My name is Rowan, but people call me Red." She sighed and put her hand in his and walked wit him. "Good." She would follow him in her weakened state wherever she would.
 
He carefully walked with her to a car, while he had her hand all the ghost disappeared, all the entities vanished. Smirking he nodded at the woman, "If you keep touching me then the ghost will not come to you. He smirked walking to a small car and opening the door for her. Getting into the car he drove again, he kept his hands on hers so she could relax at least the small trip. Five minutes later they were in front of a apartment complex. He got off he car and quickly went to take her hand, "Okay Red, I know this must be difficult for you but try and relax okay?". He walked inside the hotel and quickly to a door in the first floor, "We are here, I will open the door and when you come in everything will feel peaceful. I got you some clothing you can wear after a shower so you can relax". He opened the door and walked inside.

On the room there was a pentagram on the floor, salt on every window and all of the windows were closed shut letting no light into the room. The room instantly would feel very peaceful to her, there was no ghost around or she could not feel any entity, the headache was gone in a second although she was still a bit weak. "The clothing, towel and soap are on the bath, take your time and relax".
 
Looking aorund, Rowan frowned and swallowed. The ghosts had vanished. Just as she was about to ask, she looked at him and smiled canting her head to the side a bit and nodded. "That is good to know." SHe got in the car and shut her eyes. She was exhausted. So tired. Walking with him once they arrived, she looked around and then saw the pentagram and the salt. But noticed there was no headache. She was about to flal to her knees and give thanks, but then he mentioned a shower. Twice.

A shower was mandatory, she guessed. Walking inside, she moved to the shower and then back to him and nodded. "Thank you." She smiled and then walked in and began to take off her clothes. Stepping into the shower, she let the hot water run over her body. Sighing, she shut her eyes and just leaned back letting the hot water wash over her form. SHe felt like falling asleep on her feet.
 
He let her have some time to relax, he knew very well the effects of the awakening would have on new witches some of them would not make it. Walking to the room he took off a box, it was made out of wood with a pentagram on top. The box seemed to not have any lock or anything indicating how to open it. He took off his shirt, a painful looking pentagram was on his back. The pentagram was small however it seemed to be made with a knives carving through his flesh. Taking his cellphone he dialed a number, "Yeah, you were right... she already started the progress... I have her on the dorm now and I will protect her until her training is complete. Yes maam... okay...thank you" he hanged up and then sat on one of the bed.

Taking out a small novel he began reading while giving her time to relax and take a bath. Humming softly he read the book about a vampires life in the medieval era. It was a very odd book however it was something that he enjoyed reading, odd books made by unknown writers. Some of those writers expirienced those events even if they call it dreaming, part of their past still on their memory. He waited for her to come out.
 
Rowan soon washed off and found a towel and came out wrapped in it. She bit her lip. Richard did tell her that he had some clean clothes that she could borrow. Walking around a bit, she frowned and swallowed. Moving to a bedroom, she opened the door and walked in and saw him waiting patiently on the bed. Canting her head, she watched him and blushed.

"Did you say that there was some clean clothes that I could borrow?" SHe whispered and moved forward standing wrapped in only a towel. She felt very shy and embarrassed around him. She looked around. She was after all shy and not wearing much of anything.
 
He looked at her and took a moment to admire her skin, her beauty. Collecting himself he walked to the bathroom and opened a small drawer under the sink which had a bag, "There, the bag has your new clothing. Something simple since I seen you wear often simple stuff" he blushed a bit as he moved away from her and back on the bed, it was clear he did not wanted to hurt her. He took an deep breath and grabbed the book as he continued to read it trying to get the image of the woman without the towel off his mind. He was a man but he was honorable, he would not do something to her unless she made the first move and at the moment he doubted that she wanted anything about it.
 
She smiled and then nodded. "Thank you Rich." Moving through the clothes in her bag, she pulled out some simple panties and a shirt and sweats. Walking out, she smiled and then sat on the bed after braiding her hair and moved to lay on the bed. Sighing, she looked at the back of Rich and then leaned up. Touching his back gently, she looked at him and frowned. "Who did this to you?' She asked softly. Why did she even care? Rowan thought that it was perhaps that he showed her kindness and caring. She laid back and looked at him and bit her lip.
 
He shook his head, "That is what prevented you from watching ghosts and spirits while touching me. It only works with you and yes... I had someone do it for me on purpose". Smiling he looked at her and nodded, "How do you feel, do you want something to drink?". He stood up and walked to a small fridge taking out a soda from it and handing it to her, "Here you go...". He sighed and grabbed the wooden box and sat besides her, "Are you ready to know why you can see spirits and dead people?". He handed her the box, it felt unusually familiar to her like it belonged to her all of her life. On the corner there was a small mark, the same birth scar she had on her body.
 
She frowned deeper. Rowan watched him and then looked down and frowned. "Yes please." She sighed adn sat up and took the soda and opened it taking a generous drink from it. Setting the can to the side, Rowan looked up at Rich as he came forward with a box and held it out to her. Taking a firm grip on the box, she felt the instant connection. She ran her thum along the same scar that ran vertical between her breasts.

Running her thumbs along the top, she put it down on her lap, she ran a hand along the lid and frowned looking around trying to find the opening and then looked to Richard and blushed. "How do I go about opening it?" She raised an eyebrow.
 
He shook his head, "All in due time, let me start. Your family is special, ever since medieval times they were known as Brujas, in other word Witches". Smiling he took an deep breath before continuing, "After the eighteen birthday, some of the girls in your family started to go through exactly what you are going through, that is called awakening. The ability to see dead and spirits is something directly under your family capabilities. Magic is bursting out of you without control, this room has a seal on it that prevents you from building up magic. The only way to break it.... is for you to loose your virginity. That blood is the only way to open this box and take your magical book that will control your magic output and basically control the pains. You will still see ghosts however you will not have the pain".
 
Rowan listened to him setting the box to the side. Crossing her legs to indian style, she listened to him. She took all of what he said and then frowned and ran a hand over her neck and then looked up at him. "My aunt Nancy went crazy. Are you saying that whatever this is, is because she did not let you take her virginity?" She rolled her eyes a bit and shook her head. "I am sorry, this is hard to swallow." She sighed and leaned back and shut her eyes and ran her fingers through hre hair.

"If I don't give you my virginity, I have no hope of leaving this place and remain standings." She shook her head and then looked down. Rowan bit her lip and shook her head. "Why did you give me clothes if this was teh case?" She began to feel panicky. Getting up she began to pace back and forth and held her face. "And how do you even know if I am a virgin?"
 
He shook his head, "Your aunt... she did not got the same instructions I am giving you, she was not given an answer. So she grew up watching all these dead spirits all around her, quickly her magic became so much that it drove her insane. You can leave here and not see them, I can do the same thing to you as I did. However the magic will be sealed off forever and you will not be able to defend yourself if something happens". He stayed in place watching her move around the room obviously nervous, "Simple, because until you agree you are a woman. I respect woman and I was taught to never look down on them. I knew that you would take a bath and that you needed clothing, as simple as that. If you were not a virgin... you would be dead by now dear, either dead or insane" he smiled standing up and stretching. "Think about it, whatever decision you come up with I will back you up and either way I will be around you to protect you from this day forward, that is my mission as your servant".
 
"Wait dead? How?" She frowned adn looked at him and then shook her head a bit. She sat down and groaned pressing her face into her hands. "No, it is never good to deny who you are and what you are born to be. I don't take it because of pride or anything else. I will.." Shutting her eyes, she leaned back. Rubbing her face gently, she laid back against the bed and looked up and frowned.

"Who are you? What are you that you are so calm and just clinical about all of this?" SHe reached out pressing her warm hand against that scar that he took to protect young witches. "Do you have anyone else? Any other witches?" She blushed realizing she was asking rapid fire questions and jsut decided to give him some time before asking another question.
 
"I been prepared for this my entire life Red, I mean... our families connected with each other. The witches of your family and the servants from my family, we are the only ones capable of protecting you. No I don't have any other woman, I am as you a virgin. That is the only way for you to be able to release your full power, to have sex with a servant and have him break your virginity and at the same time you take away his. A sacrifice from each part that is what it's required in order to open the chest". He blushed and took a soda for himself and started drinking it. He sighed taking a bit from his drink before waiting on her to make up her mind.
 
"So what, are we like bonded? Are we to be eternally together?" Looking at him, she canted her head a bit. She looked at him and frowned. "I want a partnership, not a slavery. I will not tie you forever to me. I don't want a slave, I want a companion." She felt teh warmth begin to pool between her thighs. She felt herself become aroused, and blushed and then shook her head. Moving the large shirt over her head, she took it off and tossed it on the bed and moved forward and knelt before him and blushed. He would be able to see the birthmark that stretched from the beginning to her sternum to the xiphoid process.

She spread his legs and looked at him and reached forward unbuttoning his fly she looked at him and swallowed. She reached forward and stroked his member. She chuckled and shook her head sadly. "I always thought that my first time would be with the one I loved. But I guess I can pretend for now." She ran her tongue along his member shutting her eyes.
 
He shook his head, "We are called Servants, that is just on the word. We can be whatever you want me to be". He gasped as he watched her begin to unbutton his pants and take off his member. He could say he was pretty proud of his penis, he was not huge but was not small, the perfect size for a woman. He groaned looking down at her and smirking, "Mmmm yes....". He was very quickly getting hard in front of her, "A...are you sure about this? I don't want you to do something your not ready for". He looked at her body and bit his lips, he wanted her that much was obvious by the erection between his legs. "Lay down, let me at least let you feel in heaven while you give me that precious gift". He smiled pushing her gently to the bed before he took down his pants and underwear, "Are you ready?"
 
"Very well. You may be a servant in title only, but if I hear you telling anyone you are my servant...I will very unhappy." What else could she do. She saw him getting aroused. Wrapping her lips around his head, she began to suck. She pulled back to answer his question. "If I don't I am dead." She sighed and then looked at him and frowned.

"Hold on." She gently nudged him off before she pulled off her pants and panties, she blushed. She was wet and ready. Taking his hand, she raised his hand to her lips and gently kissed it. Desperately trying to feel anything except rushed. She sighed and guided his hands down and she put her hands awkwardly on his hips. Wrapping her legs around him she leaned back adn nodded softly looking into his eyes.

"Yes I am ready." She whispered and bit her lip but blushed. "Wait, what will happen if I don't let you take my virginity?"
 
He smiled watching her being so forward with him, it was something that pleased him a lot. Watching her take off her panties and pants made him lick his lips, her eyes were one that told a million stories, she was ready but unsure. Leaning down on top of her he did not entered yet, softly he began kissing her neck, he knew that foreplay was very important and he wanted her to feel at peak for when he entered her. Stopping after she asked the question he looked at her moving her hair to her side, "You will keep hearing those voices, keep touching those spirits for the rest of your life. This is the only way for you to get rid of all that and have some sort of control over your life. Even though you will still see them they won't bother you as much. I can stop right here if you are not sure about this".

He gently moved his lips between her breasts and kissed the birth mark there. She was a very sexy and sensual woman, obviously he did not wanted to stop but he understood her wanting to. He kept gently kissing her but making no attempt to push himself inside her. "I want you to say I am ready once more, if you are not sure we can stop right here and figure out what to do next". He smiled looking at her eyes and kissing her lips gently. "You know that I will always be here to protect you whatever your choice is".
 
"No, I meant." She shut her eyes and groaned. She loved feeling his lips on her neck. She arched her hips blushing feeling how hard he was. How ready she felt. She felt like a whore, but a deep old part o her said this was natural. He was made for her and she was for him. "What will happen to you if I don't say I am ready." She arched her back and blushed feeling his lips move along her birth mark. Groaning, she curled her toes and panted blushing. She groaned and stroked his back and sides and shut her eyes sighing softly.
 
"Simple, I will keep protecting you. Even though you say no it's my duty to protect you from any harm" he smiled kissing her neck again before looking at her and gently touching her cheeks with his hands, "You want me to stop?". He stopped all movements and just looked at her, whatever her choice was he would abide by it. If she said she wasn't ready he would simply back away from her and stand up. He was lucky to have such a lovely woman to protect even though she would not give him the virginity, he was sworn to not give the virginity to anybody but her in which case meant he would never have sex. He was ready to go through that if she did not thought he was ready.
 
"I see." She bit her lip and groaned and shook her head. "No, just keep kissing me. Keep kissing." She breathed and looked up at him and arched her hips. She reached down between them and began to stroke him and swallowed. Her heart was racing. She felt as if she had known him in another life. Long and distant. Like her box. Biting her lip, she swallowed and gently guided him to her pussy and arched and shifted back and forth and smiled.

"Oh, yes, yes, come on. I am wet and ready." She growled and held him right over that spot that someone scarred him. She panted and looked at him and shivered softly trembling.
 
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