When Love Hits You
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
1,431
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter One: The Wiccan Household
Chapter Two: The Wiccan Household
When we got home, we were greeted by seeing an altar set up, the Goddess Hecate on top with a pentagram, and his parents lighting red and black votive candles while performing a spell.
I was shocked to see my fellow Wiccans in what I had assumed was a Christian household. I kinda zoned out for a few minutes, I believe, since Christoffer was shaking me and asking me if I was okay.
“Yeah, just came as a shock is all…”
Christoffer frowned.
“I should have told you we were Wiccan but there was no time…I am sorry, Ashley, if we mislead you—“
I held up my hand and pulled out my Pentacle necklace. Christoffer immediately smiled and hugged me.
“I didn’t know you were Wiccan too, Ash!”
“I became one on February 1st, 2006. It’s good to be with other of my faith…”
We all hugged, said goodnight, and went to bed.
The next morning was Saturday so we had no school. We decided to go to Blue Moon and get some more ritual supplies.
Christian wore leather pants, a Korn t-shirt, platform boots, a spiked collar, spiked hair, and blood red nail polish that day. I wore a black lace skirt that reached my knees, a red shirt that said “my day is not complete until I have terrified a complete stranger…”, an opal choker, side spiked red hair (which I had Christoffer to help me), black nail polish, Mary Janes, and my Evil Eye ring on my left middle finger.
As soon as we walked out of the door, a bunch of pagan haters charged at us. A quickly murmured Protection spell by me and they were unable to harm us. The owner of the store called the police and had them arrested.
We walked around the shopping centre and came upon a “Hot Topic” store.
“After you, m’dear,” he bowed, mockingly.
I just laughed and went in. He ended up buying me 5 new outfits, although I protested strongly for him not to buy me stuff, and some jewelry. He got himself 3 pairs of bondage pants, two more System of a Down t-shirts, and spiked wrist bracelets.
We got home in time for a quick cleansing spell ritual over our new magickal objects and went to play Dragonball Z: Budokai. I got him past the Cell Games and helped him finish the game.
Christoffer, around 6 pm, disappeared with his father and Marge (his mom has me call her by her first name as does his dad) wanted help with her apple fritters so we deep fried and baked until 7 pm when they came back. Christoffer, to say the least, looked none too happy. I wondered what was wrong but decided to let him tell me in his own time.
We went back to his room and got ready for bed. He went into the bathroom to change while I changed into my black silk nightgown and crawled into bed. Christoffer came back wearing a shirt and shorts. He took up his post again and just spaced out.
“Aren’t you uncomfortable in that chair?”
He shook his head and just spaced out again.
I decided to leave matters well enough alone and fell asleep.
When we got home, we were greeted by seeing an altar set up, the Goddess Hecate on top with a pentagram, and his parents lighting red and black votive candles while performing a spell.
I was shocked to see my fellow Wiccans in what I had assumed was a Christian household. I kinda zoned out for a few minutes, I believe, since Christoffer was shaking me and asking me if I was okay.
“Yeah, just came as a shock is all…”
Christoffer frowned.
“I should have told you we were Wiccan but there was no time…I am sorry, Ashley, if we mislead you—“
I held up my hand and pulled out my Pentacle necklace. Christoffer immediately smiled and hugged me.
“I didn’t know you were Wiccan too, Ash!”
“I became one on February 1st, 2006. It’s good to be with other of my faith…”
We all hugged, said goodnight, and went to bed.
The next morning was Saturday so we had no school. We decided to go to Blue Moon and get some more ritual supplies.
Christian wore leather pants, a Korn t-shirt, platform boots, a spiked collar, spiked hair, and blood red nail polish that day. I wore a black lace skirt that reached my knees, a red shirt that said “my day is not complete until I have terrified a complete stranger…”, an opal choker, side spiked red hair (which I had Christoffer to help me), black nail polish, Mary Janes, and my Evil Eye ring on my left middle finger.
As soon as we walked out of the door, a bunch of pagan haters charged at us. A quickly murmured Protection spell by me and they were unable to harm us. The owner of the store called the police and had them arrested.
We walked around the shopping centre and came upon a “Hot Topic” store.
“After you, m’dear,” he bowed, mockingly.
I just laughed and went in. He ended up buying me 5 new outfits, although I protested strongly for him not to buy me stuff, and some jewelry. He got himself 3 pairs of bondage pants, two more System of a Down t-shirts, and spiked wrist bracelets.
We got home in time for a quick cleansing spell ritual over our new magickal objects and went to play Dragonball Z: Budokai. I got him past the Cell Games and helped him finish the game.
Christoffer, around 6 pm, disappeared with his father and Marge (his mom has me call her by her first name as does his dad) wanted help with her apple fritters so we deep fried and baked until 7 pm when they came back. Christoffer, to say the least, looked none too happy. I wondered what was wrong but decided to let him tell me in his own time.
We went back to his room and got ready for bed. He went into the bathroom to change while I changed into my black silk nightgown and crawled into bed. Christoffer came back wearing a shirt and shorts. He took up his post again and just spaced out.
“Aren’t you uncomfortable in that chair?”
He shook his head and just spaced out again.
I decided to leave matters well enough alone and fell asleep.