#i did roll my eyes at her freaking out about lestat

[septembermonologues]

bro the way armand's coven revealed themselves to lestat and gabrielle in the book is fucking terrifying compared to how armand presented things to daniel in the show i can't

[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

The Red Witch

Jasper Hale x Reader part 2

A/N: So here is the 2nd part everyone! I hope you like it!

Summary: Imagine being an immortal witch from the Middle Ages and being the previous love of Jasper before he was turned. You two were separated under certain circumstances and cross each other’s path once again, years later in the present era.

Warning: language. Blood

Part 1 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

“(Y/N)? Are you ok?” You hear your friend Melanie ask you, her voice laced with concern as she places a comforting hand on your shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts.

Your head was beginning to throb violently and the scent of everyone’s blood was beginning to reach you. You could sense their pulse, the flow of their blood through their veins, and a part of you, deep down inside, hungered for it. Not in the way vampires felt, but in a way that you wanted to rip their souls out of their bodies and bathe in their blood while you only gained more power. And it sickened you. It sickened you to the very core.

“I think I need some fresh air.” You turn to face her, only to hear her gasp when she stares at your eyes.

“What? What is it?” You ask her.

She pulls you to the back of the shop, making sure no one noticed before speaking to you in a hushed tone. “(Y/N), hun, I don’t want to freak you out but, your eyes are red.”

“They’re what?!” You stare back at her in confusion before pulling out your phone to see for yourself only to let out a gasp as well.

Both your eyes were blackened in this deep blood red that covered not only your irises but your sclera as well, resembling something of a demon from the pits of hell. You shut your eyes in response, not even wanting to look at yourself, the mere sight of your eyes horrified you.

“Shit shit shit. This isn’t supposed to happen. I haven’t had this happen to me in a long time, not since I was little.” You hiss, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Does that mean?”

“Yes. I let my stupid emotions control me. And now look.” You run a hand through your hair as you open your eyes back up, staring at the floor. “I need to go. I need to go before this gets worse and I hurt someone.

“Don’t worry hun. You go and sort it out. I’ll close the shop early. And please, remember to breathe.”

You nod in agreement before taking out a pair of your sunglasses from your purse and throwing them on to cover your eyes. You slip on your black leather jacket, grabbing your belongings and rush out the shop. With a quickened pace, you walk over to your 1967 dark blue Shelby Mustang with white racing stripes and hop in. You strapped on your seatbelt and put your keys in the ignition to start the car, gripping the wheel as you closed your eyes, listening to and feeling the rumble of the engine. It was one of those things that calmed you down, you always loved the sound of muscle cars.

Taking a deep breath you rev up your engine and drive off, the sound of your car echoing through the streets as you race out of town and towards the woods so that you can be away from from everyone. You had your windows down and your radio up, enjoying the feeling of the wind against your face as the scenery around you blurred past.

You pulled up to a small clearing not too far from the road and got out of your car. Looking at the trees around you, you throw your head back and take a deep breath, taking in the smell of the forest. The throbbing in your head was still there but it was starting to fade. You slip off your gloves and sit down near your car. Glancing down at your hands you noticed that they were turning pitch black with tendrils that seemed to wrap it’s way up your arm, like a poison that runs through your veins only to reach your heart to provide an inevitable ending. Your powers felt like a poison coursing through your veins, and the thought of it ever reaching your heart made your blood run cold. You also noticed that your fingernails have grown to a sharp point, like the claws of an animal.

Shit. Shit shit shit. You needed to stop this.

You unlace your black dr martens and kick them off, digging your toes into the grass and feeling the earth beneath you as you closed your eyes, taking deep breaths as you tried to become one with your surroundings. Earth, fire, water, air, spirit.

You hadn’t used your powers in a long time and were out of practice. And yet, you felt like you needed to. You feared that if you didn’t learn to control it, you would eventually succumb to it and then your powers would eventually control you. And that was the last thing you wanted. With a deep breath you open your eyes back up and stare at your hands. Using your sharp nail, you slice into your arm and watch as the blood slips out of your wound before swirling around your fingers. You try to focus on a certain object and watch as the red substance slowly flows together, forming a red dagger in your hand.

So you weren’t completely out of practice. You let out a sigh of some form of relief, watching the blade melt back into blood, slipping back inside your wound before healing itself. Then slowly, your hands and fingernails returned to normal.

Thank goodness.

After a short period of sitting on the grass and listening to the peaceful sound of the wind and the birds, you pull your phone out of your back pocket to look at the time.

Shit.

Your little sister Harper was going to be off of school in a couple of minutes and you didn’t want to be late. You throw your docs back on and get back in your car before starting your engine and racing off out of the forest and towards Forks high school. You had your radio turned up and currently Led Zeppelin was playing as you pulled up to the high school.

You left the radio on and got out, leaning against the hood of your car with your arms crossed over your chest. You stood there, searching for your sister and finally see her appear out the front entrance.

She had her backpack slung across one arm, her 80s style windbreaker blowing against the wind. She was wearing her old white sweatshirt she found at the thrift store that had Scooby Doo on it, tucked into her high waisted jeans that were rolled up to show off her funky new socks that she just bought because they had dinosaurs all over it. The laces of her white converse were hastily tied as she makes her way over to you with her head lowered.

The way she dressed always made you smile, she always looked like she stepped out of an 80s sitcom, and it perfectly resembled her dorky and full of life personality. Standing next to each other, no one would have ever thought you two were related, with your dark choice of clothes and her bright and colorful ones.

“Hey scooter.” You smile at her once she approaches you.

“Hey” she mumbles out quietly, pushing her glasses up as she gets to the passenger side, making you raise your brow.

Huh. What’s wrong with her?

You turn around to get back into your car before a familiar face stops you in your tracks, making your clench your fist as your breath hitches in your throat.

“Oh you have got to be shitting me.” You hiss, looking away once Jasper catches your stare.

Great, so Jasper and the other vampires happen to go to the same high school your sister goes to. Just great.

You catch Harper giving you a wtf look before turning around to follow your eyes to see for herself what you were getting so upset over.

“(Y/n)?”

“It’s nothing Harper, get in the car.” You shake it off as you both get in.

You sensed Harper watching you carefully as you start your car back up and pull back out of the parking lot. You gave Jasper one last glance, feeling him staring into your soul as you drove off.

How could someone you’ve sworn to forget, someone who didn’t even remember you, still have such an effect over you?

“So how was school?” You ask her as you make your way back to your home, which was located away from town. You could still feel her staring at you.

“It was okay. Nothing special.” She shrugs, looking at the road in front of her before turning back to you. “So what’s up with you? How come you’re acting so moody?”

“So what, you’re my therapist now?”

“Well you were totally chill until you saw that weird pale, Lestat looking dude.”

Did she just call him Lestat?? Wheeze!

There was a pause before her eyes widened a little. “Wait, is he? Is he the same guy that’s in your necklace?”

You clench your wheel as your back straightens up, using your free hand to grasp the intricate gold locket you wore around your neck. The one Jasper gave you many many years ago that he had custom made to have a dragonfly on it. The one you put a small picture of him in to remember him by.

“Did you go through my things?” You raise your brow at her.

“.......maybe.”

“Harper.”

“Hey! I was bored okay. It’s not like I did it recently. And you have so much old shit anyways.”

“Hey, language.” You shake your head with a roll of your eyes. “And it’s not just any old shit okay. It’s stuff that means a lot to me.”

“Looks like a bunch of ancient junk to me.”

“Oh so you’re calling me ancient now.”

“Well technically....”

“Harper.”

“Ok! Sorry!” Harper laughs before getting serious again. “But seriously though, who was he? You’ve like never told me about him.”

You let out a sigh, feeling a lump in your throat that felt like it refused to go away. “That’s because it hurts to talk about him. Jasper and I, he used to court me back in 1862. Harper.....we were supposed to get married.”

A/N: Part 3 coming soon! I didn’t want this chapter to be too long so I had to split it. Thanks for all the support you beautiful people! 😁

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[growningupgeek]

Lonely Roads-Feburay, 2009

Word Count-1,393

Characters-Charlie Bradbury, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Castiel Novak

Warnings-None

Summary-Dean and Castiel finally track Charlie down.

Lonely Roads Masterlist

A/N-Betaed by @mrssamfuckingwinchester. Queing on January 31 so this is the last thing that will use my old tag list.  The list is open so if you’d like on it please send me an ask or DM.  I have to admit, I didn’t use rock band names for the guys cover, but a virtual cookie to anyone who can identify where my names came from. 

-JediCat

Edits are mine from screen shots.  Please do not repost them or my other work on any other website without my written permission.  Credit does not count.

          Charlie sighed as she got up from the floor where she had been putting the finishing touches on a new layer of warding along the baseboard, when her phone rang.  She smiled when she saw Lestat, the name she’d put on Sam’s number, flashing on her screen.  They’d become good friends while working on the bullets for the Colt and that friendship had continued to grow over the last couple of months.  Without even realizing it she had become his unofficial liaison with the community of white witches that was slowly coming to trust the former hunter.  When some of the stories he told her sounded familiar, she talked to a friend who worked at a bookstore, who had pointed her to Carver Edlund’s Supernatural books.  Said friend had then given her the whole set as a birthday present.  Charlie had read them all, but never mentioned it to Sam.  Picking up her phone she thumbed the answer button.

        “Hey, Sammy, what’s up,” she asked cheerfully.

        Sam sighed, “Nothing much, but I need you to meet with a friend and I.”

        His tone of voice made her wonder what was going on. “Sure, where and when?”

        “My place, ASAP.”  He said.

        Sam had gotten an apartment near-by after she had helped him set up a new identity and several backups just in case.  “Give me an hour.  I just finished that warding and need to clean up.”

        “See you then,” Sam replied and hung up the phone.  That made Charlie worry, Sam was never that abrupt unless something big was going on.  She hurried to get ready to go.

        Forty-five minutes later she was sitting in Sam’s living room with a soda sitting on the table next to her.  Sam was sprawled on the couch with his laptop finishing up some work on God knew what.  Eventually, he shut it down and looked over at her.

        “So,” he said.  “I’m gonna need to ask you not to freak out again.  This friend I want you to meet isn’t exactly human.”

        Charlie smiled at him, “Dude, you’ve introduced me to several other vampires, a couple of werewolves and your childhood imaginary friend.  I’m not sure anything can freak me out at this point.”

        Sam gave her a slightly evil grin and rolled his eyes. “We’re ready Castiel, so if you can get away, now would be good.”

        It was only a few minutes before there was a fluttering sound and a dark haired man just appeared in the room.  Charlie about jumped out of her skin when she saw the opalescent black, silver flecked wings behind him.  When Sam laughed at her she flipped him off, which just made him laugh harder.  But his laugh was infectious and eventually she joined in while Castiel just looked confused.  Eventually, they calmed down enough to talk but it took a while.

        “Charlie, this is Castiel, angel of the Lord,” Sam said still smiling. “Cas, meet Charlie Bradbury, white witch and computer genius.”

        Castiel took Charlie’s hand in his as he said, “A pleasure to meet another member of Sam’s team, Miss Bradbury.  Especially someone he has spoken so highly of.”

        Charlie blushed a little under the angel’s grave, measuring look, “I’m just Charlie, unless I’m at work.”

        Cas nodded and turned to address Sam, “We’re close, Sam.  Dean has narrowed his search for Charlie down to this city.”

        Charlie felt the blood drain from her face, Sam had warned her that his brother was stubborn and wouldn’t give up but she hadn’t believed him.  Now the man was practically on her doorstep in spite of everything they had tried to muddle the trail.  Aware that she was being watched she took a deep breath.

        “OOOkay,” she breathed out. “What do we do next?”

        “I suggest that we have a plan in place for when Dean finds you,’ Castiel said. “Because unless he gets distracted by a case he’ll find you within a week.”

        “I can’t stop him from finding you,” Sam added.  “So we have to come up with a convincing story.”

        She took another deep breath, then a third, closing her eyes to center herself.  When she opened her eyes, she managed to smile at the two men.  “I’m a terrible actress, but let’s do this.”

        Sam smiled at her. “You won’t have to act.  I can block your actual memories and implant others; Dean has a knack for telling when people are lying so you have to be telling the truth.  Before they leave, Cas will find an excuse to touch you and remove the block.”

        Charlie stared at the two men and, not for the first time, wondered what she’d gotten into with Sam.  It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him but she really didn’t want anyone messing with her mind.  He’d promised her once that he would never do anything without her permission unless it was an emergency: the problem was that they had never defined what constituted an emergency.  She mentally wrestled with the problem until she came to a conclusion. She decided to that Sam would never hurt her intentionally.  “Let’s do this then.”

                A knock at her door drew Charlie out of the basement, she looked through the peephole in the door to see a tall, green eyed, light brown haired man and a slightly shorter dark haired blue eyed man both wearing dark suits standing there.  She opened the door as far as the chain lock would allow.

        “What can I do for you, gentlemen,” she asked in a wary tone.

        Both men flipped out ID cases and showed her FBI badges as the green eyed one said, “I’m Agent Claremont, this is my partner Agent Wein.  We’d like to ask you a few questions about Samuel Winchester.”

        Charlie thought for a minute. “Oh, right.  Wanted some bullets for an 1835 Colt.  Give me a second.”

        She closed the door and removed the chain lock, allowing the men to enter and led them to her living room.  She sat down in a chair, gesturing for the men to take the couch, eyeing them nervously.  “I sent the bullets through a messenger service, not the mail, so I’m not sure what you want from me.”

        “It’s not about the bullets, miss,” Agent Wein said taking a seat as Claremont looked at her bookcase.  “We’re looking into Mr. Winchester’s associates in connection with his death.”

        “When was the last time you saw or spoke to him,” Claremont asked finally taking a seat.

        “It’s been well over a year,” Charlie replied looking at him. “I spoke with him to let him know that I’d gotten the letter he wanted sent with the bullets.  I emailed him when I sent the package in January but never got a reply.  He seemed like a good man.”

        There was a flash of pain in Claremont’s face, “And why did it take so long to make the bullets?  You’re supposed to be a master gunsmith.”

        “There were some very...esoteric things that needed to be done with those bullets,” she replied with a smile.

        Agent Wein’s eyebrows shot up as she continued, “Unless you gentlemen are more open minded than you seem that’s all I’m going to say.  I do have to consider client confidentially.”

        The two men stood, Agent Wein offering her his card. “If you think of anything else or are contacted by another in regards to Mr. Winchester, please contact us.”

        He managed to brush her hand with the tips of his fingers as she took it and Charlie felt a shock run across her nerves.  The world spun for just a minute, then righted itself and she heard Castiel’s voice in her head, ‘You did well, Charlie.  I look forward to working with you again.’

        She closed the door behind the two men and looked around the room.  Everything seemed in order until she got to the book case.  The last book of the Supernatural series was gone from its spot in the book case.  

        “Shit, shit, shit,” she whispered to herself reaching for her phone.  She tapped her foot nervously on the floor while she waited for Sam to answer the phone.  When he picked up she didn’t even wait for him to say hello but rushed out the words, “Sam, have you ever heard of a book series called Supernatural?”

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