Fading Magic

by Holly Hood

  I laugh sitting up, and climb on top of him. “Oh you’re so funny.” I press my hands down on his chest and look into his eyes. “I’m sorry.”

  He strokes my arms, moving up and down the length of them. “I know you are.”

  I lean down and kiss him, putting all I have into it, I want him to know how sorry I am. And when his hand cups the back of my head and I feel him between my legs I know I’ve done my job. Instead of letting our lips continue I slide down. I owe him something for putting up with me.

  I pull him free from the covers and tug down his boxer briefs, he springs free and right away I am happy to see him.

  “What are you doing?” Slade ask, but before I give him an answer I go for it.

  I don’t know what I am doing and I hope I do it right. I open wide and take as much of him as I can in, until it hits the back of my throat. A deep growl escapes him, I must be doing something right.

  I suck and pull all the way to the tip, working my mouth around the length of him. I use my tongue to explore every inch of him, this is a new experience for me and I’m enjoying it.

  I keep one hand around it while the other one travels above. I run a hand up his abdominal muscle enjoying the way they clench with every movement I make. My mouth travels down. I swirl my head around and around. He bucks his hips guiding himself in and out of my mouth. And I just go with it, doing everything I can to help him along, to make him feel better, to prove to myself I am capable of doing something I have never done before.

  And then he stops me.

  “What?” I ask, wiping at my mouth. Maybe I was wrong and he didn’t enjoy it.

  He tackles me down on the bed and I am out of my underwear before I know what the hell happened. He slams into me.

  God, this is better than I expected it would be. I didn’t bite it off and from the way things seem to be going he is turned on.

  He presses my hands deep into the mattress, and leans in, I think it’s for a kiss but instead his teeth nip my neck. I groan lifting my chin for him to do it again. And he does.

  I beg for his lips and he gives in, our mouths colliding in a sinister dance. He moves quicker, torturing me with every pleasurable impact. I can feel myself ready to go, but I don’t want to.

  He secures his mouth around one of my nipples teasing it with his tongue. This pushes me further and I don’t want any of it to stop.

  I grit my teeth fighting the orgasm threatening to take over and he slows down. Long enough for me to pull it together and then he takes control again thrusting quicker and harder.

  “I love you,” he whispers into my ear.

  I kiss him, slipping my fingers into his hair. “I love you more.”

  He presses his lips into mine one last time and pulls out leaving me aching for more. I think he wants to kill me. I start touching myself afraid its all going to go away. Slade slaps my hand. “No you don’t.

  He kisses me again and I break away, I shove him down on the bed and climb on top, I take over controlling the pace, controlling how quickly I am about to come.

  I groan when his hands grab hold of my waist. We lock eyes, and become one. Both of us letting go at the same time, it can’t get any better than this. From the top of my head, every strand of hair to the soles of my feet it’s magic. Our sex, gets better every time.

  I lay my cheek against his chest and listen to the rhythm of his heart as it beats.

  It’s such a beautiful sound.

  8

  I’m running late and I know if I don’t run out the door in two minutes chances are I am going to miss Slade’s show all together.

  It’s not in town and I am going to have to drive clear into another just to get to the bar that sells flat beer and stale peanuts. But I am willing to do it because it’s a gig and right now they need one.

  I pull the door shut and hurry down the steps phone in hand, texting and walking to my mom’s car. She agreed to loan me her old one while I’m home and for as long as I want.

  I open my door and climb in the red firebird and shut the door. I text Slade I am on my way and not to start without me.

  He texts back and swears he will do his best to make my wishes come true and I smile and throw my phone on the spot beside me.

  I back out of the driveway and start down the road and groan when the car dings and informs me I will not be on my way at all if I do not fill up my gas tank. I rifle through my purse taking my eyes off the road for short moments to find some kind of cash.

  When I look up I swerve almost hitting the car parked on the side of the road.

  “Shit!” I veer back onto the road and straighten my wheel, taking in a couple of breaths to try and calm my thrashing heart.

  My body bounces over and over again, making me wonder if the road is full of potholes or if I just did something really stupid like flatten my tire.

  I pull into the gas station and jump out. The guy filling up gives a nod and eyes my tire. “Looks like you did a number on that tire.”

  Shit. I circle around the car stopping at my handy work. God I am so stupid. All I needed to do was make it to Slade’s gig and I couldn’t even do that.

  A big black truck rumbles and growls pulling up behind me. Some kind of country music flutters out into the gas station parking lot and then the engine cuts off.

  I know if I don’t do something I am going to miss the entire show. I look at the guy filling his car, he’s almost done and concentrating on his custom decals while he waits on the pump.

  I can’t see anyone noticing if I use a little magic. I crouch down and rub my hands together. I run a hand along the tire, forcing all my energy into the rubber. The rubber mends itself and it’s as good as new.

  I celebrate and stand back up, bumping into something. A person, and whoever is behind me is rather solid and warm.

  “That’s funny I could have sworn you rolled in here on a flat,” Charlie says, one hand on my car the other in his pocket.

  I swallow, studying the black truck behind him. He’s not alone. He has two buddies with him, making me feel like a complete idiot for doing what I did.

  “Excuse me,” I say moving around him to get to the pump. I don’t have to give him an answer. He’s just some stupid guy not the police. I grab the nozzle and work on getting it into the car hoping Charlie will go away.

  “I should probably apologize for last night,” he says, stepping closer. “A lot of people tell me I’m an ass when I drink.”

  “I know exactly what kind of ass you are,” I inform him.

  “And what kind is that?” He grins, stroking the stubble on his jaw. His green eyes twinkle with amusement.

  “You like to be in control. And when you’re not the one running things it pisses you off.” I pull the trigger and listen to the sweet sound of my money flying out the window.

  “You could be right,” he says. He shrugs and leans against my car. “That doesn’t change the fact your tire is no longer flat. Do you think if you insult me I will forget?”

  I sigh. I don’t have time for this shit. “What exactly do you think I did?” I’m going to play stupid because normal people don’t know what I do and I have a better chance of making him think he is crazy, than him thinking I really am a witch.

  “The internet is a very helpful tool in figuring people out. If you know what to look for.” His smug smile irritates me. “Do you know they are offering twenty thousand dollars for information about you?”

  I raise an eyebrow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “The town, Cherry, where you and your dad took off to. It seems you pissed a lot of people off,” Charlie studies me, arms crossed.

  I pull the nozzle from my car and put it back in the holder turning away from him. I am not aware of any of this.

  I sweep a hand through my hair and start to head to the window to pay for my gas. I hope Charlie gets the hint and leaves me alone because right now I can’t deal with this.

  The cashier smiles as I
slip my cash through the little slit on the window. “Anything else?”

  I can think of a lot of other things I need but nothing she can supply so I shake my head no and pocket my change.

  “Thank you.” I turn back around and there he is, still propped up against my car waiting to bother me more.

  “You might want to get off my car,” I point out heading to the driver’s side. “Because I am leaving regardless of your ass being pressed against my car.”

  He pushes off and works his way around. “I think we have something to talk about.”

  “No we don’t.” I pull the door handle keeping my eyes on Charlie. I can’t believe I was ever upset I ruined our kiss.

  “You’re telling me you’re not the least bit worried about this reward out for you?”

  I sigh. “I’m telling you I don’t care.” I reach for the door handle again, this time he stops me throwing a hand over mine.

  “I don’t know many people around here that couldn’t use twenty thousand dollars. Either we talk or I tell the entire town what I know and you will wish you never came back home,” he says.

  I grit my teeth trying to pull my hand free, when I can’t break away I panic. A flash of energy shoots from my fingers and Charlie jumps back his eyes as big as saucers.

  “What the hell was that?”

  I shove him out of the way. “Leave me alone. Stop threatening me and get out of my way.”

  But he doesn’t he’s grabbing at me again. “Your tattoo. It’s glowing.”

  I look down, the soft yellow glimmer reminds me of who I am and who he isn’t. “Charlie, I really don’t want to have to hurt you.”

  He lets out a small chuckle, I don’t think he believes me. But I also don’t think he knows what the hell happened.

  “God, hope.” He stares me down. “I was only trying to be an asshole. I didn’t really think any of this was true.” He falls back against the car, a hand to his head.

  “Are you alright?” I ask, I feel a little responsible.

  “I’m feeling a little lightheaded,” he says shaking his head.

  I sigh. “Do you want me to help you back to your car?”

  He nods, and throws an arm around my shoulder. The sooner I can get this jackass on his way home the faster I can get to Slade.

  “It’s probably just the fumes or something,” I say. “I’m sure once you get some fresh air you’ll be fine.”

  “Yeah I’m sure,” he says back.

  His buddy smirks cracking open the door and hopping out. “Everything alright?”

  I shake my head. “He’s not feeling well. It’s probably the fumes. I really have to go so if you could take him.”

  He takes Charlie by the arm and relieves me of my burden. I force a small smile and turn around to walk away thankful things didn’t get worse.

  I’m a few steps away from my car, ready to go see Slade perform, but that doesn’t happen because someone hits me from behind knocking me to my knees. I groan rolling to my side. What the hell did he hit me with? My head hurts. And he is smirking, standing above me smirking really satisfied he attacked me.

  “Grab her,” he orders his friend. They get me to my feet and his friend slings me over his shoulder.

  My head hurts, everything becomes more and more out of focus the closer we get to the truck. The last sound I hear is the screech of metal when Charlie opens the tailgate. And everything goes black.

  THE BREAKING OF A TWIG wakes me. The smell of rotting wood and pine hit my nose. I don’t move because I am afraid if I do whoever is still around will realize I am no longer unconscious. I can’t hear anyone, but I know I’m not alone.

  It’s quiet besides the occasional squawking bird. I’m in the woods.

  Some more twigs snap and I hear them.

  “What do we do?” someone says. It’s a guy, I just don’t know who.

  “We wait here until Charlie gives us word what to do next.” This guy sounds angry.

  “I don’t know if this is worth it,” one of them says. “How do we know Charlie will pay us for doing this?”

  “He’s going to pay us,” the other one gripes. “Just keep watching. I don’t want anyone stumbling out here.”

  “When did he say he would be back?”

  “When he was done doing whatever he needed to do. Now shut up and keep an eye out,” he orders him.

  I close my eyes. These guys are helping Charlie, and they are expecting a payout.

  There’s no way I am going to sit here in the woods and let any of them turn me in to the people of Cherry. I groan loud so they can hear me, the leaves rustle and branches break.

  “Shit. She’s waking up.”

  I groan again and wait until they’re closer. And I think about everything I hate. I force the anger into the pit of my stomach until I can feel the energy burning my fingers struggling to get out. And I sit up extending my arm and aiming at the first person I see. I send him back into the trees and I crawl across the ground to get farther away from them.

  The other guy takes off after me, he grabs for my ankle and somehow I manage to do the same thing all over again. He hits the trees, disappearing amongst the leaves and shrubs.

  But it’s not enough to stop them and they come for me again. I ball my fist and drop my head, the leaves start to swirl around my feet.

  “Holy shit,” he says. “What the fuck are you?”

  But I don’t answer. I guide the branch towards me and when its inches from my hand I grab hold of it. And I aim, letting it go.

  His deafening scream awakens the forest. He clutches the tree branch, staring at the blood saturating his shirt. The other guy starts running. I concentrate on the trees and send one falling in his path stopping him before he can take off.

  I didn’t want to do this.

  “This wasn’t what I wanted,” I tell him climbing on top of the tree trunk. “I came back to get away from all this drama.” I kneel down, he’s shaking.

  “I’m sorry. I swear I will leave you alone. Please don’t hurt me,” he begs.

  With a twitch of my fingers I wrap my hand around his neck. “That’s what they all say.” I purse my lips looking him in the eye. “I want to believe you but you don’t know what I have been through.”

  “I promise,” he begs.

  I shake my head. I’ve been through way too much to believe some guy ready to cash me in for the sake of some money.

  I squeeze, my grip around his throat tightening. And I slam his head back into the log over and over again. I scream, and keep doing it, and let go sobbing. I drop to the ground and lose it.

  All I wanted to do was get to Slade’s gig. I wipe the dirt from my hands and stand up.

  I’ve killed two people and I don’t know what I am going to do about it.

  9

  It was me, yes me, the person responsible for the two bodies lying at my feet. I killed them and all my sense of sanity is running wild right now. I don’t know what to do.

  I have no car, no phone, no way of telling anyone I am in a shit load of trouble.

  I wipe at my forehead, panic coursing my veins I don’t know if I should run and leave them for someone else to find.

  I release a loud plea for god or anyone to grant me some kind of advice or help. Tearing my fingers through my hair I fall against a tree and drop to my knees. I start pawing at the earth, I have to bury them. I can’t let anyone see what I did.

  The entire town of Georgia will know what I have become and I will have it worse here than Cherry. I might have to sit in a cell for the rest of my life.

  Regular people do not kill.

  I sob realizing I’ve screwed up big time. There’s nothing telling me I was right in freaking the hell out and killing these guys.

  My fingers sink further into the dirt, I am a crying mess struggling to dig a hole with my bare hands to throw them in. It’s never going to happen.

  I force myself to my feet and suck air through my nose and out my mouth, my vision fa
iling me because of all the tears.

  Memories swirl through my mind, words all kinds of words and spells. I drop back down pressing my palms into the ground and keep repeating over and over the one spell I never thought I would use.

  Trees snap, leaves crunch and the earth opens up almost taking me down with it. I’m better than I ever imagined at manipulating the things around me and I am so glad.

  I take hold of the guy in the blue t-shirt letting out a guttural war cry as I drag his lifeless body toward the hole in the ground. I let go before I tip over the edge and fall in and breathe a little easier.

  My nails are caked with dirt. My knees are black from the filth and I really need a shower. The next guy isn’t quite so easy. I grabbed the limb lodged in his stomach, and pull. It won’t come lose.

  I clutch my stomach, ready to throw up. I can’t move him with half a tree stuck in his body. I focus, digging deep as deep as I can possible go inside my own mind and his body by some miracle starts to move. Little by little I get him closer.

  And with one kick he falls to his final resting place. I cross my arms admiring my handiwork for a second before I replace the dirt.

  If not for a few tree branches the place looks no different than any other place I have ever seen in nature.

  Now it’s a matter of getting out of the woods so I can get home where I belong.

  IT’S SO DARK BY THE time I make it to the main road. It’s a good thing I’ve lived around here or I would be really out of my element.

  But as soon as I see the old mechanic shop I know exactly where I am. I’m not in walking distance of my house but I am not far out.

  I open the door to the garage and go inside. I lived in this place when I was young. My dad did some grunt work for extra money when I was little. Back when he was willing to do whatever it took to take care of our family. Back before so much changed.

  “Hope,” someone says.

  “Yes?” I look around, the smell of oil and fumes hangs in the air. The rattling of metal on concrete makes me jump.