Okay, this is a short story I wrote in 45 minutes. I wanted to write a story about Wicca, and this is what came out (though it's not really about wicca, like at all...More like tribal Black Magic). I have no idea if I want this to take place way back when, now or in the future. I don't know if I want it in a native American tribe or some other place. But, point is, I wanted to write and this is what came out!! Yeah, this is a short chapter (even for me), but I hope you guys will like it anyways! I know I worked hard while writing it (12 pages in fourty five minutes. BEAT THAT!! ;) )

So yeah. Kindly read it and review it! Thanx!!

Black Magic

By Lizza LeClair

I knew what I was doing was wrong. I knew it was against what I was taught. I knew all that, yet I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t stop chanting under the new moon; I couldn’t stop stirring the soft red clay pot. I just couldn’t. The Wise Women would never understand, never. Sure, they tried, but they never actually practiced it, so how could they possibly know what a Practicer of Black Magic went through? They couldn’t, no matter what they thought, no matter how many retired Practicers they interviewed. They didn’t know how addicting, how pleasurable it was to get revenge under the cover of deep green branches, far away from your people, seeing the plot you made happen unfold right before your eyes, leaving no traces of your presence left.

I continued to stir the pot, adding ingredients as the ancient—and forbidden—spell called for. “That which was done unto me, redo unto them. With the strength of the sun, with the strength of the wind, that which was done unto me, redo unto them,” I said, staring into the endless mixture of fresh rainwater, lily petals, silver dust and deep blue candle wax.

“That which was done unto me, redo unto them. With the strength of the sun, with the strength of the wind, that which was done unto me, redo unto them,” I said for a last and final time, before adding a lock of his hair (found from his hairbrush) and taking a deep green leaf, taken from his hut, and quickly scribbling his name on it.

Michael.

What do you think? Intrueging? Do you want me to put another chap up?? Let me know!! So yeah... (oh, and this is what I do intead of writing VK 5 like I should...I know, I know, soon I'm going to have an angry mob on my doorstep...yaddayaddayadda...)

So, Kindly, review please!! IT makes my day when I get any review

OH NOTE: THIS IS UNEDITED!! THIS STORY IS IN RESPONS TO THE POLL I HAVE UP ON MY PROFILE!! BECUASE I POSTED ANOTHER (AND LAST) CHAPTER OF VAMPIRE KISSES FOUR UP BEFORE THIS, I HAD TO RUSH TO GET THIS UP!! I WILL EDIT IT, BUT THIS COPY IS UNEDITED!! IT WILL NOT BE MY BEST WORK AND DO NOT TAKE IT FOR MY BEST WORK!! THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING!!

Hope you enjoy it (and read the above cap stuff please!)

-Lizza (penname peoples!)