Apprentices: Full Moon

I’ve never felt so alive before. So aware of every little detail in my day. Everything in my life has changed so much lately, that I can’t even believe I’m still myself. The rebellious, self-assured girl that believed she could conquer anything, all by herself. But after everything I’ve been through, I know that I’ve been wrong. There’s no way I’d ever survive Cincinnati without my friends. That I’d make it through that witnessing as an innocent person, if it wasn’t for Kir, my aunt and hell knows who else. I’ve also learned that I can’t take things for granted. My latest fight with Jake, which was the consequence of miscommunication and secrets … Well, it left me thinking that no matter how badly he might take some news, it’s better if I just reveal them immediately. We’ve made up and he’s been all over me in the past few days. It feels like Christmas. I mean, it actually is. It’s the twenty-fifth of December, the day humans celebrate as the birth of their savior. I have no idea why supernaturals celebrate it as well, but who cares. I’m not going to complain about a free holiday. I’ve spent most of the day with Jake and my friends as well. We’ve been outside, enjoying the freshly fallen snow. It’s actually magical. And yeah, I know that’s rich, coming from a person, who possesses magical powers unlike anyone else. I try not to think about those at all. I’ve managed to learn how to control them, and I can’t even begin to tell how proud I am of myself. That’s why I’m not doing anything during these holidays. Except for lunge at Jake whenever we get the chance. Yesterday, we slipped away from the group as we were all walking down to the cafeteria, just so we could have a quickie in one of the cleaning supplies rooms on the way there. And it was as hot as you might imagine it. Maybe even hotter. I’m just going to say it’s a good thing we didn’t spill any of those chemicals all over us. We’re all supposed to gather in the auditorium in the evening, because there will be a Christmas show for students, put together by some of our peers. It’s an annual thing, but I’ve never actually been excited about it. Am I getting old or what? Or maybe it’s the fact that I actually have someone to dance with at the afterparty. Yeah, we’re that cool. First, we get to see a show that I have to admit is not bad at all, and then we all get to enjoy a dance, which is more informal than formal. It’s the one time in the year that our teachers don’t care what we’re doing, as long as we’re not humping each other in the middle of the dance floor. In fact, I’m just standing in front of my closet, checking out every inch to decide what to wear. I’m kind of floating back to my old self, when I wanted to look perfect for every occasion. But this is not just any occasion. It’s when the whole sees you, watches you and mostly judges you. I’m still deciding if I want to give them material to talk about or to wow them with something pretty. Ugh. I need advice. I grab my phone, quickly typing the question to my best friend. It’s like she’s not only five doors away from me, but who’s counting? That’s too much when you’re in a crisis. She replies almost immediately, like she has nothing else to do. Like pick an outfit for herself. I open her message with a sigh. I barely even put the phone away, when it already beeped. As I see what she wrote, I smirk. Okay, my best friend wants me to play the good girl. Interesting. Maybe I could be both, the talk of the evening and pretty. I always know how to pick a shock material, don’t I? Okay, time to put something together. I know I have something good in here, I just have to find it. As I rummage through my closet, I already have a little picture in my mind. Of how I want to look, of course. Then, I come up with the perfect dress. I have no idea why I bought it and why I left it in here. It should’ve flied out before I even put it inside, but I guess I kept it for a reason. It’s as white as a pearl, made of satin, with a deep, plunging neckline and an open back. The bodice is skintight, a little wrinkled just at the right places, so it emphasizes my curves. It falls to the ground with a leg slit that opens right at the beginning of my thigh. Why do I have this? I probably wanted to die it black and bought it because they didn’t have it in any other color than white … But still. With this, I could make anyone’s eyes hurt. And I’m in the mood to stand out today. Also, I want Jake drooling over me for the whole show. I thank Katie for the advice, then smile happily as I realized I managed to combine the shock factor with the pretty factor. I have an hour to get ready, which means I have to hurry up a little. At least if I want to put myself together properly. Half an hour later, I’m already putting together my hair, staring at my fully masked face. Except in this case, the mask is my makeup. It’s a little too shiny for my usual taste, but it’s Christmas. When am I going to shine if not today? By the time I’m ready to put on my shoes and some jewelry, I already feel like I’m running late. As my phone beeps again, don’t just feel like it. I know it. I quickly put myself together, then check my phone, realizing that it’s Jake. I smile at the phone as I see that he’s just checking if I’m ready. And that he’s waiting outside my door. Taking one last glance at the mirror, I smile at my reflection. I’m sexy as hell. And we’ll bang so hard tonight. But probably not here. Beelzebub is still not very excited when Jake’s around. I pet her, even if she’s sleeping, making her barely open her eyes in response. Well, she’s fed and she’s having the nap of her life. There’s nothing more a cat needs in life. Quickly straightening the lines on my dress, I head towards the door with my handbag and open it for my boyfriend. Jake’s standing out there in a simple, but elegant light blue shirt and dark blue trousers. Damn. He looks fine. I’m not used to seeing him in a shirt. Clearly, he’s not used to me being so sexy either, even if I always dress in a similar way. Well, okay, I can never go to classes that sexy. I can see his throat bobble up and down as he swallows, fully taking me in. He already strides towards me, probably meaning to push me back inside, but I place my hand on his chest, gently leading him outside. He lets out something between a groan and a sigh, making me chuckle. “Making me just watch you for a few hours now is a sin, Evy. I hope you realize that,” he lets me know in a deep voice. I flash him a bright smile, realizing that his breathing got even quicker. “Oh, baby, it’s Christmas. Cheer up a little, and enjoy my presence,” I practically moan at him, pretending like I’m completely indifferent to see him in a shirt. But the truth is, I’d rather go in there and rip those clothes off him too. “You’re such a tease,” he remarks, still unable to take his eyes off me. I giggle like a little girl, unable to believe that all it took for him to drool over me, is to put on a dress. Well, it’s not like I don’t wear them, but this one is … special. It’s cut so low and hugs my curves just in the right places. “Then you know how amazing tonight’s going to be after we come back from the party,” I tell him in the same alluring tone, making him snake his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him. His brown eyes bore into mine passionately, and I can feel his chest move against mine as he breathes heavily. “You have no idea how hard I’m going to f**k you,” he murmurs before pressing a deep, stomach-twisting kiss onto my lips. I feel like he’s already sucking between my legs. Mm, Evelyn. Control your damn thoughts. I barely find the strength to pull away from him, sending him a dark gaze. “We need to go,” I whisper against his lips, making him smile. Oh, I know how much he enjoys leaving me this breathless. But I’ll let him have it today. It’s Christmas after all, right? It’s supposed to be all about giving. And oh, boy, how he’s going to get it tonight. We head towards the auditorium hand in hand, and I swing my hips a little harder as I walk, just to tease him furthermore. I can hear him groan silently, making my lips pull up into a satisfied smile. He’s going to be crazy tonight. But I love it. The moment we arrive, I notice the looks other students are sending our way. I know we’re probably the hottest couple at the school right now, but I also realize this is not why they’re staying. They’re still not used to seeing us together, because we’re not mates. Or we don’t know it yet. It’s forbidden, such an open relationship for a werewolf. But today, I know it’s not just our relationship. It’s the dress. Witches always wear darker colors. We’re known for being almost as dark as vampires, who are mostly in black. Like, all the time. It’s the same for every occasion, and here I am today, standing out like a sore thumb in a bright white dress. I can tell it’s a good shock factor by the envious and admiring looks that I’m getting. In fact, a fledgling even ran towards me and squealed that I’m amazing. That I always look gorgeous, but that today, I’m shining bright like a star. Or a diamond. Afterwards, she just squealed again and ran away. An eye-opening experience. “You’re popular today,” Jake remarks as we see our friends, already sitting somewhere in the middle. They don’t notice us just yet, but I’m waiting for the moment they do. I smile up at him in a cocky way. “How wouldn’t I be? I mean, have you seen me?” I remark, making his gaze darken in a lustful way. He leans down towards my ear, his hot breath tingling it as he whispers: “Trust me, I have. And I can barely keep my eyes away from you, let alone everything else.” His words send shivers down my spine, making me bite my lower lip. Turned on. It’s official. In that moment, I look towards our friend group again, just in time to meet Marcus’s eyes. He basically stiffens as he notices me, trying his best not to check me out, but can’t help himself. I can tell Jake doesn’t like that, so I squeeze his hand to get his attention, then plant a sexy kiss at his jaw, not caring about anyone watching us. We join our friends and I find myself sitting next to Katie. She looks gorgeous herself, her dark blue dress complimenting her grey eyes in a way that they seem more blue than grey. But again, she’s closed up almost up to her neck. And her legs are covered. Sigh. It’s almost a crime, she has killer legs. The show is actually quite nice, I find myself enjoying it a lot. Which is probably due to the fact that it’s completely dark, all lighting is directed at the stage. That means that Jake already finds a chance to slip his hand under the slit of my dress, teasing me through my panties. And I find myself very hot and very bothered. Our friends are literally sitting beside us and if I didn’t know it would make them turn towards us, I’d slap his hand away. However, like this … It’s better to get through these five minutes of fear without making a sound than to let them know what we’re doing. Besides that, there’s another strange feeling accompanying me. I have no idea what it is, however, I feel like it’s preventing me from enjoying myself quite as much as I usually would. Who knows, maybe it’s just the excitement. Right? Soon enough, the dance starts. The teachers all take care of putting together the chairs, leaving enough space for us to dance at the bottom of the auditorium and all over the stage. Jake and I take the center, twirling around as Mariah Carey blasts from the speakers. I know it might seem strange, but we actually listen to human music. It’s nice. And it’s almost impossible not to know of it. Jake and I are heading off the stage, him telling me that he’s going to fetch us some drinks, while I stand by the stage catching my breath. I’m still feeling a little strange. Like I’m … I don’t know, dizzy? But as I look around, the world isn’t spinning around me. Oh, Evelyn, you’re fine. Why are you making such a big deal out of nothing again? However, as I watch the dancing couples up on the stage, I realize that I’m feeling quite hot. I mean, I am hot, duh. But not in that way. It’s like there’s some kind of heat, trying to take over me. I also notice my heart beating a little faster than usually, but that’s nothing weird, considering the fact that I was dancing just a minute ago. Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I rush out of the auditorium, feeling like the air inside is suffocating me. I feel bad for escaping Jake like this, but I need to get some fresh air. If I don’t, I’m going to faint. And I seriously don’t want the whole school to witness that. They might get stupid rumors to swirl around again. I rush towards the closest exit, realizing that it’s locked. f**k. A damn window, then. I get to the girls’ bathroom, feeling sick already. By the time I manage to open the tiny window on top of one of the stalls, I’m practically hyperventilating. I sit on the toilet, watching my hands as they start to tremble. I breathe in the fresh air, but it doesn’t help much. And that’s when it hits me. I can feel it. Inside my veins. It’s just that I’ve gotten so used to controlling it, that I forgot how it feels when it wants to have a mind of its own. My blood magic. It’s trying to throw me off course again. But how is this possible? I thought I learnt a way to control it … Didn’t I?