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[VICTORIA]

"Hey," Bianca says to me as I walked into dracwich practice rushing to hug me.

"Hey B" I reply giving a wide grin. "Did you get enough footage from our little show yesterday?" I conclude making our other teammates look at us confused.

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HOLD UP!!! You guys don't know one bit of what going on here do you? Let's go down memory lane, shall we?

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The previous week...

How could I do that? I had asked myself a thousand times as I sat on my bed staring at my hands that were still glowing from the red aura. It had been at least four hours since I left school already so Jason should be back any moment from now.

I could remember the faces of those people - terror, they were terrified of me. I couldn't explain what happened. One minute I was my defenseless self and the next, I felt like a foreign power was surging throughout my body. I knew I wasn't in control.

Something was going wrong with me and I had to find out but for now, I have bigger issues. Ha. I could remember the whimpers that came out of Bianca. Though I couldn't deny that I liked every moment of it, but seeing her like that, I felt like a monster it was so frustrating.

I let out a frustrated scream with red lights accidentally shooting out of my hands. I looked at the door which now had a mega-sized hole in it. On the other side of the door were Jason and his gang. I had a chance to meet them during the week. It turned the students only sat according to their species when a member of the paranormal Council was at the school.

Bruce, a tall and fit guy,with a thin, wiry build. The muscle of their gang bust through the door at super speed and hold me by my neck with my back against the wall.

What was it with people holding me by my neck?

"What are you? How can you cast spells?" He questions me not bothering to loosen his grip on my neck as I allowed whatever molecules if oxygen were willing to enter my lungs, do so.

"Bruce leaves her alone, it's not like she is an ally from the enemy. She's Jason's prisoner remember?" Parker, a guy with bushy brown hair, brown eyes, light skin and wore glasses. The nerd defended - I think.

"How do she isn't actually the enemy?"
Bruce asks.

"Yeah, what if she actually pretended to be the enemy and Jason is actually in on it? What if they are actually aliens and they are planning to conquer us and eat our brains?" Mark, a gangly good looking guy with platinum blonde hair and brown eyes. The not so smart one nervous questioned.

"Firstly, zombies eat brains, not aliens and secondly, Jason's our friend geez"Parker corrects.

"No, I'm sure its zombies," Mark argues causing both to start bickering, Bruce seeing it fit to join in while Jason leaned on the door staring wholeheartedly at his phone just choosing to ignore how I got suffocated to death.

I was lucky I wasn't a mundane or else I was sure as hell I would be dead.

"Guys" I managed to whisper out just enough to get their attention. "When you are done arguing, I'm being killed so..."

"Oh...sorry about that" Bruce says releasing my neck with me massaging it allowing air to rush into my lungs.

"So how exactly do we know you are not plotting to kill us." Parker interrogates making the other three boys - (yes Jason finally left his phone) nod in agreement.

I straighten up before answering their question."If I wanted to kill you, I wouldn't use my newly found magical powers to kill you - that just too quick." I begin. "I'd rather poison you and then wait for it to leave tour system before tying you up and shoving down a food processor and selling your parts. While those that can't be sold, I will burn them and send the ashes to your families." I conclude and they all looked like they had just seen a ghost.

"That's scary," Parker said

"I think I might have wet myself" Mark shyly mutters.

"Gross but whatever she is innocent...for now," Bruce says pretending to be not affected by my insanely creepy speech.

Jason was about to speak when he was interrupted by the sudden gasping sound of an individual and we all turn to the source who so happened to be my friend Liz.

"Hi - sorry I...just... need...to...catch...my...breath," she says as her gasping pace reduced and her breathing returned to normal.

"So I heard..." She begins but stops when she notices the hole in the door but shakes it off. "...what happened and got here as fast as I could and it seems like I got here just in time." She ends still glancing at the door.

"I called her," Bruce says.

"It's good but how are we going to keep everyone in school from finding out," I ask but Rita comes up into the room. She sees the door but quickly looks away like it was a just a normal thing she saw every day.

"Are you guys staying for dinner?" She says and the guys, girl nod in the affirmative and she leaves.

"As I was saying, how do we contain my problem," I ask but was again interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

"Your answer just rang the doorbell," Jason says and I raise a brow at him as I went out of the room into the hallway, down the stairs, and towards the front door. I glance at Jason's face which held a mischievous grin.

I open the door and my eyes widen in horror as I looked at the individual who held a devilish grin on their face on their face and by there, I meant the she-devil herself...Bianca Cooper.

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I stabbed my chicken with my fork before slowly keeping my gaze on Bianca who sat opposite me on the table showing her that I was ready to kick her ass. I know where all this confidence was coming from but ever since the incident last week, I have started to get stronger and more confident.

"I know you wish that chicken was Bianca but can you please stop that it's creepy," Liz whispers in my ears making me notice that I had been stabbing my chicken so much that it was now all over the table. I looked around and everyone had shocked faces except Bianca who was clearly enjoying this.

There was an awkward silence which was constantly interrupted by the loud sipping of water from our cups until Rita decided to break the silence.

"So...Parker how's your father's hospital coming along?"

"I was born in a hospital," Mark says causing everyone to groan.

"It's okay its already in the roofing stage"

"I help with the dishes" Liz and I say at the same time and giggle a little before clearing the table.

A few minutes later, we were all gathered in the living room while Rita had decided to retire to her room.

"So what's the plan?" Liz asks as soon as everyone was seated.

"We're gonna fake it with the help if Bianca" Bruce answers

"Her?" I say with every form of hatred dripping from my tongue. "She literally tried to kill me today."

"You're not still holding that against me, Vicky," she said in the mist babyish voice ever. Oh! I hate this girl.

"You're even worse than my cousin who pushed me down a well"

"I wish I had done that" she mutters and I charge after her only to be held back by Parker and Bruce.

"I'll show you what I can do," I say still trying to reach for her.

"Sit down" Jason yells in a firm tone causing all of us to return to our sits.

We had gone over the plan over and over just to make sure that it went perfectly.

The guys were leaving while Jason had gone back upstairs but Liz was still behind me. Bianca was about to go out the door but she stops and looks at the guys possibly to make sure they were out of any form of earshot.

"Don't think I'm doing this for free" she whispers at me and I roll my eyes. Villains always wanted something in return.

"What do you want?"

"Stay away from Diego, he's mine." She finishes and u could swear I saw Liz cringe.

"I'm not keeping from you," I say glaring at her and she scoffs before leaving the house.

"I hate her" I sat and Liz places her hands on my shoulder.

"Don't let her get to you?" she says before stepping out the door, closing it behind her.

I turn around and yawn. I was tired, this powers shit had been so stressful. But I still had to find answers. Maybe I would go to the library tomorrow.

I dragged myself upstairs towards my room but as I'm about to open the door something catches my attention. I could hear whispering from Jason's room and curiosity got the best of me as I tiptoed to his door, placing my ear to the door.

"I chose to admire..." I heard.

Was he writing a poem, a song? I would never understand that guy. He had walls made of titanium around him which he chose to keep guard at all times.

I ignored the rest if what he was saying and dragged myself to my bed allowing sleep to carry me away, hoping that tomorrow would go well.

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It was the last period before practice. I had not been able to concentrate fearing that everyone was looking at me weird like I was hiding something.

I had to know what was happening to me before I let anyone know.

The siren rang and I rushed past the crowd and made my way to the field. Though it was yesterday, being here again brought back those memories that had managed to haunt my dreams.

I looked to where the coach was talking to the other teammates but ad they noticed my presence, their mood changed. I could smell the fear radiating from their bodies. It was when you're locked up in a room without water. It felt like hell - I felt like hell.

"Hey," Bianca says to me as I walked into dracwich practice rushing to hug me.

"Hey B" I reply giving a wide grin. "Did you get enough footage from our little show yesterday?" I conclude making our other teammates look at us confused.

"Wait you guys actually thought that was real" Bianca questions causing them to murmur.

"Well Parker had learned a way to distract our opponents - illusions and what you saw yesterday was just an example," I say studying their faces to see if they bought it.

"You know we aren't buying any of this" Coach says and the others agree with him.

"Well, it was worth the try," Mark says and I groan.

The practice was normal - well as normal as throwing fire cannons at you gets. But I could tell that people tried not to get in my way.

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The practice was long over and Jason had dropped me home for the first time ever. He was about entering his room when he suddenly falls and starts shaking.

"Jason" I screamed as I rushed to him. He was shaking and had bloodshot eyes.

"Shot... drawer," he says pointing towards his bedside table which I rush to pulling out a syringe and I rush back to him.

"Where do I insert it?"

"Anywhere" he whispers and I position the needle at his thigh before stabbing it into him.

I drag him to his bed and go out to make him tea.

Several minutes later. I climb back up to his room with the tea in a tray. Opening the door, my eyes widen. Jason was playing with his bedsheets like it was a toy.

When he sees me his grin widens and he said the most shocking thing I had ever heard him say

"Hey Vickie-poo"

It's officially crazy day!!!

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