Forever Changed (8 page)

I looked at him while choosing my words wisely before I spoke them out loud. First off four years and no one ever wanted to talk to me until now. Second now I will be just a joke. Third I can blow all this off and finally make a few friends. Hmmmm….decisions, decisions, decisions.

Finally I looked at Lucas and said very annoyed, “Why start now? I have things to do and you are bothering me. Go on somewhere and waste someone else’s time!”

Lucas went to open his mouth, shut it and turned around walking towards his table. The other kids in the cafeteria started talking rather loudly and no doubt about the confrontation between Lucas and me.
I watched as Lucas threw high-fives at some of the other guys, laughing hysterically. I watched as a few of his friends were annoyed when they started passing money around.

I was just the big joke for him and his group of friends. I have no idea if he ever looked back at me or not, I had lowered my head looking in a school book that I was pretending to read.

Why should I really make friends now? I was almost eighteen, graduating school early in a couple of months, and now they wanted to be nice and be friends, forget it.

Besides I have a demon that I could be friends with. I giggled and got up to head out the door to my car. I was skipping
school for the rest of the day, I needed to get home.

I skip school all the time. I make great grades and my father is or rather was paying off the board of education to count me as present in school, even though I was never there.

I did what I wanted and when I wanted. I answered to no one and as far as Lucas Sheath is concerned he is not a part of my agenda and I have no time for games. He better tread lightly or he will be sorry!

Chapter 15

            When I arrived home, I
noticed my mother was not here yet. I decided that now my opportunity to find my father’s study. I needed answers and I needed them now. My head was spinning from everything going on. Who knew my whole life would change in one weekend?

I walked up the stairs and stopped outside my bedroom door. Where w
ould my father hide the button that opened the door to his study? The only place I could think of, because there was not really anything here, was around my door frame. I started from the floor gently sliding my fingers along the frame working my way to the top. I went up the side and stopped halfway in the middle, when I felt a small lump on the top part of the frame.

I pressed it, quietly the wall moved out of place, opening a dark ho
le. Beyond the dark hole was a spiraling staircase. I walked up to the stairs, the wall automatically shutting behind me and the lights clicked on by themselves. How cool was that? I giggled.

I walked down th
ree flights of stairs, until I reached the bottom, which opened up into a massive room.

Book
shelves upon bookshelves, stood against the walls. A huge red fluffy couch along with a mahogany table was positioned in front of a massive fireplace, directly in the center of the room. The mantel, on the fireplace, had carvings of demonic looking hands all over it, with a small clock placed in the center.

Above the mantel was a mural, of what looked to me like the
devil, which went from the mantel all the way to the ceiling. I was in paradise! Well, I would be if not for the mural.

I would love to stay in this room all day
, for the rest of my life, it is that amazing. I walked around in circles, looking at all the books that were in this room. I was looking around the room, when I stopped.

One
important thing, I was not seeing was my father’s desk. Why would he send me to his study looking for a book that I need, and it not be here? Only one thing I could think of. My father’s room is just like mine. There must be another room. But where?

I walked up to the right side of the room and looked at the book cases. I started gently pulling at some of the books. I had seen and read that sometimes
, doors were hidden behind shelves, the books being the key that opened it.

So
, I went through and gently pulled on the books, hoping, to find the right ones that opened the door. Every shelf, every book, it took me over an hour, to find the switch that opened the door. It was on the left side of the room. I had to really pull on a set of books, of paranormal fiction, to get it to open.

Finally, it opened up into a small but not too small room. There was a desk in the center of the room that looked to be extremely old; it was in need
of a touch of something. Dust appeared to be an inch thick on everything. It was a very big difference walking from one gorgeous room, to a much cluttered dusty room.

There were two book shelves in this room
, filled with old books that looked to have dated back to the 1800s. I was fascinated of course and looked at them; however I was afraid to touch them. Books like this need much love and gentle hands. With my luck one would just crumple in my hands and then I would feel like complete shit.

I walked over to the book
shelf on the right; my father’s demonic ring that I was wearing became very hot, and glowed a bright red color. It was extending from my neck, like it was reaching for its mate. It was more or less floating in midair; I just looked down at it in pure amazement. It felt weird, like someone was holding it up to admire it, while it was still around my neck. The hairs started tingling on the back of my neck as if I was not alone. It was much cooler in this room as well, but I was not frightened at all. I was excited!

I w
alked toward the book shelf, finding the book, that my father said was there and the ring demanding I grabbed the right book. I grabbed it and noticed there was an emblem on the side that matched the ring. My father was right the book was locked and could not be opened without the ring. I took my necklace off from around my neck and placed the ring into the emblem.

              After a few seconds the wind and howls stopped, but the smoke continued to roll out. I slowly walked up to the book and peeked at it. Other than the smoke, it looked like an ordinary book. Upon getting closer, the book glowed a bright red just as the ring had done. I sat down in the old chair so that I could get closer and take a look.

              I sat there for at least three hours reading through the book, which not only glowed, but was warm, almost hot to the touch.

              The book only revealed to me the history that my father always talked about; the destiny that had taken my father and my grandfather’s life. The wives all ended up dying in jail or still in jail to this day because that was their destiny. It told about the mansion that we lived in and why each one of my grandfather’s built onto it.

It told about how the house had first started o
ut as a shack and how it had been built onto and why.

The book was a journal of sort telling each perspective
, through the grandfathers’ eyes that I had never met and would never meet. They all told the same story and they all embraced their destiny.

              I slammed the book shut, I was highly pissed. My father told me, I would learn who I am and the book would tell me what I was. It didn’t tell me anything, except what my father already told me. What a waste of my time. “Thanks a lot” I said to no one in particular.

I was about
to take the ring out of the book and replace it back on the shelf, when something caught my eye. A piece of paper was sticking out of the end of the book. The paper was not like the rest of the book, so I knew it didn’t belong there.

             
I opened up the book once more and headed to the back. It had been folded and placed quickly inside. I gently unfolded it. I noticed that it was in my father’s handwriting. You could see it was not his normal handwriting. He was in a hurry and it was written out sloppy.

             
I wondered why he would just write his perspective on regular paper and throw it in there. I was confused and angry. What was this going to tell me? My father said that the book would tell me who I was, but it didn’t.

             
I was just going to discard the letter and run out of there when I read the first sentence of it….

Mitch Marcus

I have managed to change destiny, but I am nervous about what will happen and how I will be punished…..

Chapter 16

Mitch Marcus

I have managed to change destiny, but I am nervous about what will happen and how I will be punished.

I chose my mate, Maggie, because she seemed easier to break. She seemed like she would be a great mother and a great mate. I didn’t know that she really did truly
love me and I didn’t know that I would have gained feelings for her as well.

             
I had lain with her beneath the willow, not to just create a child, but because I loved her. I don’t know why I had to change history, our kind is not supposed to love. I hated every time I had to treat her wrong every time I blacked her eye or broke a bone. I would lock myself up in this study and cry.

I love Maggie and will always love her. I knew I still had to push her and I had to meet my destiny. However, I was not the only one to change our destiny
, for I did not know that the woman I loved was a witch.

The child we created w
as not a boy, but a little girl. Our beautiful daughter is a half witch. She has more power than any of us and she can destroy every living thing on this planet. I have seen this with my own eyes. I have watched her, as she has slowly begun to change.

I worry about her having this much power because the ones of our kind w
ill hunt her. They will want what she has and will want it for themselves.

Her mother, however, does not know that she is a pure witch. She unknowingly cast a protective spell around our daughter to keep her safe. She loves Elizabeth and all the love she shows has caused this spell. Only she can break it. I am not sure she knows how.

I watched the spell wrap around Elizabeth the day she was born. A white sparkling light wrapped around her, like a blanket. I am happy, but I fear for my daughter.

She can create spells by just chanting what she wants. She can harm with just a deep thought. She is stronger and more powerful than any of us ever will be.

I will meet my destiny because they have called my name. I have to hurt the woman I love and my daughter. I am a bad man and I have never thought I was any different. Upon meeting Maggie, I know now that I could have changed and been a part of more than the destiny and curse bestowed upon the Marcus family. I hope that Elizabeth changes destiny. Yes, she should have been my son, but I am so happy that she is not a son. She has potential to help our family and save us all, from damnation. She has the inner power.

Shit
, I have to go they are coming for me. I have to go and I have to hurt the woman I love. I will be back though. My daughter will bring me back. I know my punishment will be harsh and if it means my daughter will find out who she is, then I will embrace my destiny. I will do everything in my power to protect her. I will do everything in my power to have a second chance.