Enchantress - Kenzhie A. (easy novels to read .txt) 📗

I noticed an apparition across from the street. There were no people outside the school when I got there and knowing it only made me even more scared. I looked back again to where I last saw the apparition and it wasn't there.

"Hah! I was hallucinating again." I laughed nervously.

I continued to call Mr.Pearce but stopped and shrieked in fear when I saw the scary ghost-like figure in front of me ready to pounce at me. I ran instinctively but stumbled and fell on my face five meters away from the apparition. I tried to stand up but stopped when I felt something cold on my left shoulder then I felt an awfully excruciating pain and screamed. I was about to pass out when I saw another figure holding two luminous blades then I heard a chilling shriek behind me and then the pain was gone.

"Are you alright?" The stranger asked in a worried voice--He has such a dreamy voice and so I tried to look up to see his face but I was pulled into the darkness when I finally passed out.

 

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"I said stop!" I demanded. I've been chasing after the same guy in the same cold empty corridors again. It feels like a de ja vu except for the fact that the boy is wearing a different shirt. The mysterious guy was walking fast and I'm following him--to my surprise he stopped.

"Turn around and face me." I said bravely.

I heard him hiss yet he obeyed and turned around slowly. I waited in anticipation and was dumbfounded. I'm damn well sure he's the guy I saw earlier at school and in the bookstore without the sunglasses covering his eyes. He has gorgeous green eyes and they were captivating and tantalizing me.

"I-it's y-you." I finally was able to speak and stared at him astonished. He stared back with his dark green piercing eyes which almost looked like black because of the darkness. I'm not quite sure but his intense eyes are looking at me with annoyance? But I could be imagining things again--Why would he be annoyed with me when he doesn't know me and this is just a dream? I dismissed my crazy thoughts.

"Um..H-hi! What's your name?" I stammered. The way he looked at me is kinda scary and dangerous yet there's this magnetic pull between us that's attracting me to him and I don't know why.

"It is not necessary for you to know." He responded in a cold and steely voice.

"Why not?"

"You have to go now and when you wake up, please do try to enjoy yourself while you can." He said meaningfully.

"You sounded like I'm gonna die soon..."

He didn't respond and just turned his back away from me.

"Wait! Why do I keep seeing you in my dreams?"

He turned and looked at me and for a brief moment, I was damn sure he looked at me with fondness? Affection? And longing? Like he knew me and that he wants to be with me? And the weirdest thing is that I somehow feel the same way but that is totally insane! This is getting weirder...and the guy is the weirdest! He was kinda annoyed a while ago and now he looks loving? What a complex personality!

"Hey---Ugh!--W-what a-are you doing? I muttered surprised by his sudden action---HE HUGGED ME!!! out of nowhere---What's worst, I can't help but liking it.

"Evangeline... I hope you can forgive me for a thousandth time.." He muttered in a tender voice.

Oh, how I like his voice. He has a sexy accent too. I thought and smiled but then the name he called me struck me. Evangeline?! Who the hell is that? I pushed him.

"Who's Evangeline? I'm Zylen and forgive you? What for? Who are you anyway?" I rattled.

"I wish I could tell you but you are better off without knowing it." He said gently then his steely expression went back. I was about to ask another question but he just turned his back on me.

"Wait a sec--Ughhhh!!! I didn't notice there was a big hole on the floor which was not there a while ago and now I'm falling really fast in to the darkness and then there's a short thud and a slight pain on my left arm. I slowly opened my eyes and voila! I'm in my room again facing the floor and it's already morning. Why do I have to fall on the floor every time I'm chasing that weird but gorgeous guy? I sighed and got up. I was about to go to the bathroom when I remembered what happened last night. Was it a dream? I then touched my left shoulder and it feels kinda sore. I hurriedly went to the front of my mirror and checked my shoulder. I was appalled to see a red marking in my shoulder blade.

"What the hell... It wasn't a dream after all! But how did I get home?" It's a question that Mr.Pearce can only answer. I rushed to my bathroom to washed up a bit and got dressed then hurriedly went downstairs to find Mr.Pearce.

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Chapter 2: The haunting

 

 

  "Beware as I may haunt you..."

 

-The Wraith

 

 

 

 

"Good morning, Missy. How are you feeling now?" Mr.Pearce greeted me when he saw me running towards the car, putting off the questioning about yesterday's incident because I'm getting late and I wouldn't want to be late in History. Not in History or I'll be a history.

"Morning, Mr.Pearce. I'm fine. Anyway, I'm sorry but please hurry. I'm running late." I replied and hurriedly went inside the car.

"Overslept again,  Missy?" He teased and started the car.

"Yeah. Had a bad dream again." If I can call it a bad dream. It's not actually a bad dream except for the falling part. "Anyway, How did I get home yesterday? I seemed to have passed out and couldn't remember how I got home." I fired the question right after I settled in comfortably and as the car is running smoothly.

"Well, I received a call from your school nurse that you fainted in front of your school premises so I came there to fetch you. You are lucky nothing bad happened to you and only got a few scratches. You should be careful next time."

"Yeah.. Anyway, Did you know who brought me to the clinic?"

"No, I'm not so sure but the nurse said something about a transfer student brought you to her when he found you outside lying on the street." I just nodded and touched the little scratches on my knees. Did I really see what I saw yesterday or was it my wild imaginations playing tricks on me again? But the red mark on my shoulder is a proof that it wasn't just my imagination. Someone or something supernatural grabbed my left shoulder and somewhat burned my skin. I can still feel the soreness of it. The question is, who saved me? A new student this second quarter? I didn't hear about having a late transfer student. It couldn't be him, right? I don't know why I've been dreaming about him lately and why it seems like he's following me in reality now and why I'm seeing things. The only person who can explain what's going on is the guy in my dreams. But how can I do that? But if the one I saw yesterday is the same person in my dreams then maybe I can talk to him and ask about what's happening but deep down I am wishing that he'll tell me I was just imagining things. The thing is, I don't know how to find him. If only I could see him again. Oh what a real bummer...

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I hurriedly entered the classroom out of breath because of running. I'm five minutes late and my History teacher, Mr.Thompson is not a great fan of tardy students and that's what I am at the moment. I was quite surprised to see that our teacher seemed to be late for the first time in the history of my senior year in History class. I went to my seat at the back beside Natasha who's waving at me.

"Hi pretty face." William said grinning as soon as I sat down and winked at me. His seat is next to mine on my right side and next to him is Patrice who's glaring at me at the moment with her dagger-like eyes. I just ignored him and lowered my head as usual to avoid any fight with Patrice. She's a die-hard and crazy in-love with William and I don't want to get involved with them.

"William called you pretty and you just ignored him. I pity him. And you are late." Natasha whispered teasingly. I just shrugged which made Natasha rolled her eyeballs at me.

"What happened to Mr.Thompson anyway? This is the first time he's not on time." I asked instead, changing the topic.

"He's not late, silly. Have you not known our dear Mr.Thompson yet? I think he has never been late in his entire existence. I'm not quite sure of the whole details but the principal went here earlier to announce that Mr.Thompson will no longer be teaching us temporarily or permanently that I am not sure of. He has some important matters to attend to so it seems."

"Oh that's some news."

"But here's the most wonderful news---"

"We have a young and gorgeous substitute teacher?" I cut her off jokingly.

"How did you know that? I just heard about it today." She asked wide-eyed.

"Really? I was right? I was just kidding you know."

"It's no kidding, Zy! All the girls here are dying to see him and he is so bloody late." She squeaked, clapping her hands excitedly. I just smiled at her, not really interested. "And one more thing, I also heard that there's also a new transfer student."

"That I know." I blurted out unconsciously.

"Really? So, have you seen him? When? I heard that he is also gorgeous! Oh! My high school life is getting exciting!" Natasha said excitedly with a giggle looking like she has forgotten her all-time crush Peter already.

They were in the middle of chatting when the door opened and two gorgeous tall men entered the room. Suddenly it became quiet and all the girls' eyes in the room including mine are wide open staring at either of the two men. The other man looks like he is in his early thirties and the other one must be the same age as me. The truth is, I think that I'm the most shocked not because they're both damn gorgeous but because I was silently wishing to see him and now I'm actually seeing him.

So, he's the transfer student? The guy in my dreams and the one who probably saved me! It was really him after all.. and never did I think that wearing our school uniform could be that sexy..

"Good morning everyone. I'm Rafael Wright. My apologies for being tardy on our first meeting. The principal and I had some discussion about some matters regarding the substitution of this class. And this is my nephew, Ellis Wright. Ellis? Say something.."

"Nice to meet you." He said nonchalantly.

"Please get along well with him. He is a shy boy after all." Mr. Wright said smiling and the whole class laughed but the boy called Ellis wasn't smiling at all. In fact, his eyes are roaming