Daphne Ophelia (lovingophelia) wrote in magic_school, @ 2010-01-12 22:50:00 |
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Current music: | In a Heartbeat - John Murphy |
WHO: Parker
WHEN: Tuesday Evening
WHERE: Parker's apartment
WHAT: A foreboding premonition
RATING: pg-13
Was she really pulling away as much as they claimed? Parker didn't think so. They were all being simply paranoid. Maybe it was just the stigma of the attacks on the schools, both in Salem and in London. Or maybe it was because the family was just so wrapped up in itself. Family was everything, yes, but that didn't mean they all needed to be connected at the hip. Her mother and her sisters had been really getting on her about her absence, but she just couldn't help it. She wanted to spend all her time with Julian, craved it like nothing else. Besides, he was family too; family she was just discovering. He made her feel free and empowered. He encouraged her to push harder and be more than she was. He was thoughtful, patient, and unfailingly kind to her.
And, not to mention, he was evil. She knew that. She'd known for sure ever since the fateful day she'd run over some poor woman and her children. The course of the time they'd spent together had began to show her that he wasn't just evil, but he was some kind of big deal. He was powerful, oh, was he powerful! It rolled of him in waves every single time she was in his presence. It used to bother her, but not so much anymore. It was an air about him that pulled her in, a respect that no one else seemed to draw.
She sighed, sitting on the edge of her bed. School books were cast askew across the comforter, and she tossed her notepad with frustration. Her mother wanted to see her. Soon. Parker couldn't keep avoiding everyone, and she too wanted to see her mother. Being around the others though, it made her uneasy. She compared the feeling to parts in movies where a demon walked into a church, unwelcome, like the atmosphere was charged with unfriendly static.
Her eyes crossed the room, resting on the pretty red dress Julian had sent her. It was hanging from her closet door, the hanger caught atop the wooden panel. She'd wanted to be able to see the dress all the time, just like the necklace she never took off, a sort of reminder of the dear person who'd sent those gifts. On a whim, she rose from her seat and crossed over to the closet, plucking the dress from it's resting place. She disrobed, pulling the silky crimson fabric over her.
The hem of the dress fluttered around her ankles when she moved to stand before her full length mirror, admiring the pretty dress and how it looked on her. Her hands smoothed across her waist, happy with the sight before her. Her arms raised and she played with her hair, wondering whether it would look nicer off her shoulders.
That's when it happened. The mirror changed and for a split second, she was looking into something that was neither a reflection nor a simple piece of glass. The surface was cloudy, and she reached out to touch it with her fingertips.
The next thing she knew, she was there.
She looked down, and she was wearing the dress. There was chaos, people running around her. Hands like steel gripped her arms from behind, grabbing just above her elbows. She felt herself being pulled back, away from what was happening before her. The hands meant her no harm; she could feel that. But she could feel her protector's ill intentions, though they weren't for her. They were for someone else, and it made a sick feeling roll around in her chest.
She looked around and saw Julian. He was fighting someone else, and he had the upper-hand. But something still felt wrong. He was winning, but it felt like everyone there wanted him to lose. Malicious intent flowed like water, causing a primal sort of rage to rise from a place in her that she didn't even know was there.
The hands that gripped her suddenly released, and the man was charging toward Julian. He had some kind of wavy dagger held firmly in one of his hands, the blade raised in an attacking motion. Julian's back was to the man, and Parker felt something urgent in her silently scream out, wild and animalistic. A spark, the thing that she'd felt building in her for weeks, it demanded to be let loose. Her feet seemed to have a mind of their own, commanded by the unconscious decision she'd already made. Protect.
Julian turned just as she reached the man aiming to stab him, her hands already crackling when they reached up around the man's head. Smoke poured from the light purple ignition, the man's back as stiff as a board. Another moment, and there was a sickening pop. The electricity disappeared and the man collapsed, the dagger slipping from his hand and clinking loudly when it hit the ground.
Parker blinked a few times, her own reflection looking back at her from the mirror, still wearing the pretty red dress. The jewel in her necklace glowed something fierce, the pendant hot against her skin. And her hands felt like live wires, tiny bits of the light purple electricity still lingering, tingling pleasantly across her fingertips.