Bewitched (dahvie vanity love story)

chapter one: rituals

I ran down my small street, nothing but houses and clear sky ahead of me. I wasn't running from anything, I just loved to run. it helped me think.

the sky was growing darker as the evening past in Arizona. a few clouds in the horizon were beginning to turn pink and orange.as the twilight past my mind wondered and I was no longer running down oak street in a bum fuck Egypt town, I was in my head. and that was how I liked it. especially today. my thoughts were not light today as they usually were. no I was thinking about my birthday now. it was only a few hours away now and I realized my time as a Simi-free teenager was coming to a close, my life would be hell by this time tomorrow.

I'd be just like my mother and grandmother before me. and let me tell you it's not something I had ever been proud of like other kids. it was a curse, literally. one that my great grandmother had passed down, caused by a very stupid deal she made with a demon when she was 17.

our happy lives, if that's what you want to call my life, are cut short and we can only love someone once. not that you would want to. that's a curse in its self. and in the end it causes more pain than not.

our curse? at the age of 17 our souls are taken by a demon to hold until we cut out the heart of our one true love and give it to the demon to devour.see.. more pain than its worth.

we are witches, we don't choose to be and we are not evil. it's just in our blood. we are not ugly like Hollywood portrays us, but beautiful. some, like me, you can tell are different. we look inhuman. with my natural white hair, cat green eyes, high cheek bones and small nose most people either hit on me or avoid me out of instinct.

I slowed to a jog as I neared the park at the end of my road. I wanted to run further but my mother had forbidden it. saying it was too dangerous, too many freaks out there. as if I wasn't one.

being a witch was nothing if we kept it a secret, we couldn't do any harm to any human using magick. it was against the rules as was telling a human who was out side the family. but for me it was hard. people knew something was different about me. from what I looked like and the way I dressed. always wearing black and listening to music not many people enjoyed. which caused me to be alone most of my life. the one friend I had had been killed by a demon in a spell gone bad and that had been years ago.

that's when I decided to stay away from people. it was easier to never get close to anyone. and that meant I would never fall in love. I mean why make a man suffer because he fell for the wrong girl?

I sat down on a bench to rest. the heat swelled, I wasn't in shorts like most people would. I wore a black MCR tank top and skinny jeans with high top converse. I know... but I told you I am weird.

"hey, are you okay?" a deep voice asked. I froze, not many people would be here at dark. "hello?" the voice asked. I sat there for another 5 seconds before I glanced over.

a boy, with color hair dressed almost like was, stood against the tree next to me. "y-Yeah." I said before gaining control. "I'm fine. just out for a run." I smiled.

"oh. okay..." he said rubbing the back of his neck with a confused look. "it's just weird. I noticed you running but I've never seen anyone run in those kinds of close." he laughed nervously.  "I'm dahvie by the way." he stuck out his hand.

"um... oh yeah. I know, but I don't wear any of that preppy shit." I said taking his hand. "I'm luna. you look familiar, have we met?"

"I don't think so. I live a few streets down with my roommate jayy." dahvie said, taking the seat next to me.

'Oh my goddess!' I thought. it finally hit me why I recognized him. 'this boy is dahvie vanity, from blood on the dance floor. how could I be so blind.' I mentally slapped myself.

"oh." I said shaking a little. I prayed he wouldn't notice.

"yeah... so do you wanna hang out some time?" he asked. "I promise I don't bite."

"um... sure. can I get your number, I'll text you some time?" I asked taking out a pen. I handed it to him and stuck out my hand when he nodded and wrote down his number.

"there ya go." he said bouncing once.

"thanks." I said smiling down at my hand. "I've got to go, but I'll see you around okay?" I said standing up. He nodded as he stood up and turned away. when he started to walk away he stuck his hand in his pockets and hung his head.I wondered what was wrong with him.

"um.. dahvie?" I called to him. dahvie turned his head, looking over his shoulder. that was when I noticed a grim look on his face. "do you wanna hang out for a while? here I mean." I asked. He instantly perked up.

"sure." he said, half running back to the bench.

"so... you kinda look down, what's wrong?" I asked then mentally slapped myself again. he didn't know me, I didn't have a right to ask. "if you want to talk about it." I added quickly.

I looked down at my hands. I wasn't the type to ask that sort of thing or talk about problems, but from what I hear neither is dahvie.

"um.. are you sure you want to hear about my problems?" he asked. He looked cute like that. 'ugh! idiot don't fan girl!' I scolded myself.

"shoot, I won't judge." I said, not realizing I scooted closer to him.

"okay.. my girlfriend cheated on me. and now I'm going on a trip alone..." he whispered the last part, a tear escaped and ran down his cheek.

"oh dahvie!" I exclaimed. "I'm so sorry." I wrapped my arms around him. 'what is up with me today? Im not this touchy.' I thought. I had never been touchy before.

dahvie vanity just sat there. my guess was he was getting himself together. "thanks Luna." he said. "you're really sweet." then my phone began to ring.

~you've got me bewitched, cause I'm under your spell. oh oh oh. you've got me bewitched, cause I am living in hel~

'shit! now he knows...' I thought while answering it.

"hello?" I looked over at dahvie, his mouth hung open. I covered the speaker. "you'll catch flies honey." I laughed. he quickly closed it.

"where are you?" my mother hissed through my speaker. 'fuck.'

"at the park. I went for a run" I explained. she knew where I was. it was routine for me to spend my evening here.

"get home, it's getting dark, and we have to prepare." she growled.

"okay, on my way." she hung up. "hate you too bitch." I said before putting my phone away.

"you okay?" dahvie asked, finally recovered.

"yeah.. just my mom." I shrugged.

"why didn't you tell me you knew who I am?" dahvie asked, a mystified look on his face.

"well... because I'm not the kind of girl to freak out over famous people. I think you deserve more respect than 'oh my God! your dahvie vanity, the sex God' kinda thing." I said mimicking some fans.

"you think I'm a sex God?" dahvie laughed.

"that's not what I meant." I laughed. "hey! is that really all you got out of what I just said?" I said slapping his arm.

I stood up. dahvie shrugged. "I am a guy." he laughed.

"I'll see you later. my mom wants me home. I'll text you later and we can talk more. you look like you need it." I waved as I walked away. then I took off running again.

"bye." I heard him laugh.