{A/N: this is non-made-up background to why the book for witchcraft is called what it's called you'll see when you get to it. [Alse Young (sometimes also referred to as Achsah or Alice) of Windsor, Connecticut was the first person executed for witchcraft in America. Alse was hanged at Meeting House Square in Hartford on what is now the site of the Old State House]: This is Google's cache of http://www.jud.ct.gov/lawlib/history/witches.htm . It is a snapshot of the page as it appeared on Dec 11, 2010 09:15:13 GMT. : So I wanted it to be like the first person who was ever even put in the same sentence as witchcraft wrote the book on witchcraft.}
How to pronounce: (not main characters)
Zaliphers (zal-i-fers)
Mahkayla (mah-k-la)
Kahlayla (kah-lay-la)
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this is new i redid the old story
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It started as the Vermont Midnight Academy, (VMA for short) a prestigious night school for the rich and famous at least that's what the humans thought. It was really a school for vampires when it started in 1811, but that was two hundred years ago.
Fast forward 200 years, Mehkayla was the start of a change for VMA. She was like Renesmee in that book twilight who was born from a human and a vampire. She craved blood like a normal vampire so was sent to VMA to learn how to live. Her sister, Kahlayla, is who this change for VMA was centered around.
Witches and warlocks were born every other generation. Since their mom was human their daughter’s fate was sealed. She was to be born as the first vampire witch but what they didn't count on was twins. One was born a vampire with her mother's human gene, Mehkayla, while the other was born with her mother's witch gene and got immortality from her father, Kahlayla. Mehkayla had some place to go to learn about their ancestors and to meet people like her, VMA. Kahlayla however had to learn from her grandmother and The Book of Achsah.
Kahlayla did not feel it was fair that Mehkayla could go to VMA when she was as much a vampire as her so they, Kahlayla and her parents, went to the council which was over all councils, High Council. Now, the Zaliphers were a very powerful family who were very influential in the vampire and witch world. Their great great great great great grandfather from their father’s side was Dracula. He was exactly like the story said but the only thing they wrong was his looks and he only slept in a coffin to freak people out. Anyway being from his bloodline gave them power. Too many great's back to count on the mother’s side was Achsah and she was the most powerful witch ever so being of her decent meant you were powerful too. The high council new that if they didn’t do what they wanted it would me colossal problem, with this in mind they allowed her to go to VMA.
This caused made other species to cause an uproar that she was allowed but no one else was so they eventually allowed all night creatures to go here changing the name of the Vermont Midnight Academy to Night Academy. The change of this school was also a change in the world which humans were unaware of, a new generation of vampires, werewolves, witches, fairies, and rare Greek mythology creatures.
-I'm leaving home-
I stared out the window as the small town of Maunaloa passed by. With a population of 230, the people who lived here were very close, that’s why our whole family was surprised when my grandmother chose for us to live here, especially with her immortality spell. In small town you can easily get attached to the people around you who make it harder to keep yours and your families’ secrets.
In a few days I would be leaving the placed I lived in for ten years. I moved in with my grandmother when I was 5, since that’s when your powers usually manifest. My grandmother started to teach me the ways of Achsah when I was 6. Every year the spells got harder and harder to do. I knew exactly 273 spells I had to learn two more spells before I left to take the placement exam at Night Academy. The teleportation spell was the next spell I had to learn and then the invisibility spell after that I could go to take the exam.
The placement exam was made of a 3 different test. One was a multiple choice one like what are the correct words to this spell ‘A’, ’B’, ‘C’, or ‘D’. The second one was an essay. They would give you a topic and you had 200 minutes to write a 4 page essay on that topic. The last was a physical abilities test. For this you had to know all 275 spells, out of all these spells, you choose 15 random ones out of a box. They could be super easy or extremely hard, but if you aced those spells you were home free and just had to wait for the results.
“Victoria” my grandmother said pulling me out of the trance I was in. I look to the rear-view mirror to find her looking back at me. “Are you alright?” she asked her wise voice dotted with worry.
“I’m fine, just a little worried about my exam.” I answered, which was kind of a lie because I was actually worried a lot. She smiled gently at me, her laugh lines visible in the mirror.
“You’ll do great, besides you were taught by the best.” As she finished her sentence as we pulled up to the old Victorian home. The brick looked even brighter in the evening sun. I could see the curtains of my window slightly parted and my window open, not how I left them. What was most suspicious was the smoke coming from it. I left my cap and gown from my graduation ceremony in the car and cautiously went to unlock the front door.
My grandmother must have seen my window because she spared a glance in every direction as if looking for witnesses. As I walked closer to the house, I gasped quietly to myself. The door was cracked open, when I was sure I had closed and locked it before I left. I slowly bent down and pulled the elegant wand from between my right pants leg and boot. I knew I needed to be very cautious. I knew what was in this world and what ever was in there could disintegrate this whole town in less than ten seconds.
I motioned for my grandmother to stay back as I got closer to the door. The door was open about three inches, which was enough for me to look through. The china bowl where I always dropped my key when I came in was broke in five uneven jagged piece. The mail that wasn’t even supposed to be open was ripped up and scattered across the black carpet making it look like cow print. The table that the china and the mail had been sitting on looked as if it had been karate chopped in half. I murmured a spell under my breath, “Aperta” and flicked my wand, aiming at the door. The door slammed against the wall, making a loud noise in the eerie silence. I could faintly hear the noise echo through the house. I waited as the sound died out. A faint may breeze blew my short hair around my heart shaped freckle-covered face. With the door now wide open I could see the couch and coffee table flipped over. Who ever had been here was look for something, but what? We didn’t have anything. We may be witches but that didn’t mean we were rich. Most of the thing that my grandmother owned was from antique stores, like the table that had been chopped in half. The china dish had been a gift from my now
deceased grand father to my grand mother. All we had was things of sentimental or no value, so what were they looking for?
I looked back at my grand mother to see tears in here eyes. I opened up our mental connection. ‘You stay here and I’ll check it out.’ I could hear Bulletproof by La Roux playing faintly in my head as my mind wandered off. ‘Focus!’ I heard my grandmother command me, her voice echoing in my head. She was right this was definitely not the time to get off topic. I stepped inside the house. The mirror that had been over the fireplace was broken leaving glass all over the living room. The shelves were bare with a pile of book in front of it on the floor I looked into the kitchen and saw glass all over the floor and that’s when it happened; I heard a noise from up stairs.
“Pellicula Tacere” as soon as I murmured the spell I ran up the stairs, taking two at a time as the spell silenced my steps. When I got to the hall at the top I saw the two doors on the left open, the first one being my grandmothers room and the second was the bathroom. On the right side the first door was the guestroom and next to that was the linen closet and the last door was the second bathroom. I looked around the dark green hall; straight across from me was my room the door closed. I could hear the faint sounds of rustling coming through there. I stepped forward if I went in there now I could catch the culprit or culprits red-handed. But what if it was a trap; surly when I opened the door and it made a loud bang they would have heard it. I guess I would have to take a risk. I walked slowly down the rest of the hall. I stopped at my door. My hand rose slowly, slightly shaking. My hand got closer and closer until something stopped me.
What was that? It felt as if heat was coming from the doorknob. I looked down was that smoke coming from under the door. Oh man! I ran to the linen closet to find every thing on the floor, no surprise there. I grabbed a scarf and quickly, after using the band on my wrist to tie my hair up, wrapped it around my nose and mouth. I grabbed some gloves off of the floor not having time to think why they were in the linen closet, and stuffed my hands in them. I ran back to my room stopping at the door. Reaching for the knob, I tried to turn it failing because it was locked. ’Damn’, I cursed quietly to myself. I took a pair of keys out of my pocket. The yellow key went to the front door and the black key went to my room. I jammed my key into the lock and turned it, I heard a small click. I turned the knob leaving the key in and pushed open the door.
The door swung open and the smoke bellowed out, causing the smoke alarms to go off. That meant that the fire department would be here any minute now. I looked around my room or at least the remains of my room. Everything was on fire. My bed, the lamp shade next to it, and even my posters on the wall were turning to ash before my eyes. Though the smoke was making my eyes water, it was all I could smell and the sound of fire was in my ears, there was something that caught my attention making my head snap to my desk. Maybe it was the sound of papers fluttering to the floor or a boot being slammed on my desk, there was also the sound of my window being opened and the screen being push out. Maybe it was me just surveying the damages that were done. Whatever it was it should have prepared me for what I saw...
But it didn't.
There was a boy. No, a guy. He was my age. He was in black, from top to bottom. He had on a black leather jacket, and how he could wear that in this heat I’d never know. He was wearing a black shirt, pants, and boots. It seemed like the flames were licking his clothes without burning them. But his face was what made me stop breathing. He was pale or maybe it was the light, I couldn't tell. He had a nice jaw that was strong. His nose was perfectly shaped. He had dark blue green irises that I stared at even as he back up on my desk and fell out of my window. My thought wasn't the bad guys getting away it was he could die my heart skipped a beat and tore in two at that thought. I rushed to the window, forgetting the flames. I pushed my head out the window looking down. Yet he wasn't there at all.
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