Crescent Bound (2 page)

Lisa, on the other hand is quite the opposite, smart, beautiful inside and out and an added plus, L
isa has found her life
mate in
Dawson
. 

Lisa and I can conceal the three of us when we are out in the mundane world.  We call it
“
cloaking
”
and we learned that one right off.

Witch families with children all travel the world in order to keep our true identities from the humans.  Moving to new houses is quite normal.  Megan, Lisa, and I, as well as thousands of others our age and kind, need to be able to cope inside the human world so we attend public schools all across the globe.

My father, Daniel Worthington, is a world renowned alchemist and has lived for
ages;
he actually lived through the Inquisition times. 

That is when he met and fell in love with a lady named Monica De Byas, my mother.  They became lifemates.  When witches fall in love with
one
another they usually become life
mates
. 

It took a long time and many moves, but finally they moved to
Australia
.  My mother always wanted to live there.  That
’
s where I came into the picture. 

I was born
“
down under
”
but we moved a few years later to the states. 
Arizona
was the first state we lived in and that is where I met Megan.  Megan and I quickly became best friends.  Her family is part of the coven so they moved with us to
Florida
which is where we met Lisa.  A few years later we moved again, this time to
California
.  Lisa and Megan
’
s families moved with us.

For our final year of attending
a
human school, we moved to
Montana
.  That
’
s four states in twelve years, and my relationship with Megan and Lisa has grown just as we have.  We are as close as sisters.

My father knew we needed to move closer to the Arcane, so he bought this house in
Montana
and placed me here for my senior year.  I suppose
Montana
is closer to
Moorcroft
,
Wyoming
than
California
.  Moorcroft is where the
Arcane
University
is located, which is hidden from the human world.  I don
’
t really mind the change of
scenery;
I just don
’
t like having to hide who I am all
the
time.

Running out t
he door I hear my mother saying,
“
Keep your chin up and feel great today.
”
  I know her words all too well.
 
“
Positive actions draw positive returns, and negativ
e actions draw negative returns,
”
s
he echoes behind me as I slide into my black 2011
Shelby
500 GT.  Pushing the start button which in my car says
“
Go baby Go
”
the engine fires up.  Listening to the motor purr, you just gotta love that sound. 

Okay, I
’
m off to Hutchington High.  I
’
m arriving about two weeks after school starts.  We do this on purpose so we do not attract too much attention with all three of us showing up at once. 
Yeah
, I
’
m just another straggler. 

With our
“
cloak
”
on no one can really see us, we appear as a bit of a blur to the human eye when we are moving.  Teachers and staff can see us when we are in class
,
because we drop the cloak a bit, but no one takes notice too much. 

I still feel
it
s
pointless being here.  I know my parents need me to handle this experience and they say I will appreciate my own kind more for doing this.  I never made friends really with the
mundanes
.  I bump into them every once in a while and talk with them, but no real relationship.

Being with Megan and Lisa again is very invigorating though.  I can feel the energy flowing all around us.  Our magick crackles with an intense vibration that seems to hover and radiate around us. 

Witches are more powerful around other witches, its one way our kind can know other witches are around.  The stronger the
energy, the stronger the witch,
s
ince Lisa, Megan
,
and I are still young the intensity grows much stronger when we are together
.

I find all my classes with no
problem;
thank the gods for the internet.  We try hard not to have anyone notice us too much, keeping
“
off the radar
”
as my father calls it.

Megan on the other hand has trouble with the whole radar issue.  She is a very free spirit and with her gorgeous looks, keeping her
“
off the radar
”
has Lisa and
me
on our toes.  I think for the most part Lisa
and Megan like being around
humans. 

It
i
s kind of funny to me because it
’
s like once you go to one high school then you have pretty much been to them all. 
You have your cliques
of the upper and lower classes, the cheerleaders and the football teams, basketball teams, and other related sports; music, band, drama teams, and etcetera.

The list could go on, but where are the witch
clubs
or the spell casting team I wonder?  Will they ever teach the true history of the
real
witches
?  M
y guess
is that
it
’
s highly unlikely
.
  Our rea
l world is so hidden and
for good reason with all the bloodshed by the mundane humans documented over hundreds of years of endless, hateful persecution.  All the lives lost, human, and witch alike.  It seems so pointless to destroy others out of ignorance.

You see, witches live by a code.  Our code of ethics is simple
,
“
As it harms none, do as thou wilt
.
”
  I like our code, not only because I
’
m a witch and bias, but what part of doing no harm to
anyone
can be considered a bad thing?

Suddenly,
I find myself deep in
thought
when I hear around the corner undeniably Megan
’
s rich, seductive laughter so I quicken my pace.  Lisa appears right beside me and as we round the
corner we find Megan with a guy
… he
’
s cute, and she is definitely leaving an impression. 

We both grab her and practically drag her out the front doors. 
“
I don
’
t think any damage was done,
”
Lisa says with a smirk. 

I shake my head in reply,
“
I don
’
t want to do a
“
forget me
”
spell today, but you know we are getting pretty good at it…thanks to Megan here.
”
  I
look at her and give her a wink.
“
What are we going to do with you, Megan?
”
 

Megan finally stands straight and intertwines her arms through ours and saunters down the steps.
“
I can
’
t
help myself, I need a boyfriend,
”
Megan states emphasizing the word
need
in dramatic Megan fashion. 

“
Yeah
, but you don
’
t need one from here,
”
I say and add
,
“
if you can just wait one more year, when we attend the Arcane you can
guy hunt
all you want.
”
 

Lisa laughs.
“
S
he
’
ll be lucky to even last one more hour, you poor deprived moon goddess.
”

Megan stops just a few feet in front of us and looks over her shoulde
r, shaking her hips and says, “
Yeah
, well I was working on that deprival issue, but then you two ha
d
to ruin my fun.
”

Chapter 2

Day one down
,
I think to myself as I slide into my
Shelby
,
and a hundred an
d sixty-six wonderful days left
.
“
Y
eah,”
I say in a cheerless tone.  Starting up my car
,
I text the girls to come over to my house later for some spell casting. 

As I pull out of the schoo
l parking lot I notice a flashy red
classic 1966 Mustang with tons of bobbing cheerleaders surrounding it. 
Sweet car
, I think
, but
roll my eyes as
the
y
swarm around it. 
I bet it gets scratched with all those people hanging on it.

My car is one of my all time favorite things.  It
’
s a new Shelby
Mustang,
jet black with a
few modifications
made by my father and
me
. 

My father owns several drag strips across the country and we both have a fetish with cars and speed.  He not only teaches me everything I need to know about witchcraft
,
but he has taught me how to drag race.
 

On weekends
,
my father and I usually run one of his tracks.  We race sometimes, well,
okay;
I race as much as I can.  His C
orvette can run eight seconds flat in the quarter.  My
Shelby
runs 10.6 in the quarter.  The cool thing is we don
’
t use any magick
when
racing our cars.  My father has always told me that we should not solely depend on our magick in life.

So, through our father/daughter team
we race our cars, trying
to outsmart the other in speed. W
e
revel in the adrenaline and the pure love of these beautiful machines.

***

Amazingly,
a
month ha
s
passed
at Hutchington High and it
’
s the same game day after day.  Another maddening class after another, the work itself is not a problem for me,
it
’
s
just the environment.

In my first hour
,
I have my head down trying to read the assignment for the day, when I hear a couple of the guys up in the front row talking and laughing loudly.  I tune them out, but suddenly I have this feeling like I am being watched.
I
keep my
head down allowing my dark hair to fall
forward
covering my face.

The teacher, Mr. Whitman, finally has enough and walks over to the guys in the front row and announces,
“
Keep it down, or would you boys rather share your conversation with the entire
class?
”
  That classic line makes
them hush instantly.  I have one of my hands over my eyes
,
but peek
up just for a moment.

One of the guys I quickly notice is looking over his shoulder
attentively at me.
I make eye contact
and immediately look away
instantly regretting it
.
Great
,
chastising myself.  I know most mundane girls just love the whole football
hot
jock look, which is what he looks like,
athletic and extremely well-built in his royal blue football jersey. B
ut he is
human
, so to me it doesn
’
t matter what he looks like.  I have never dated a human guy and never will.  I laugh to myself and wonder why Megan insists on her never
-
e
nding torment of these poor souls
.