Fanon:Pleasantly Bewitched, Chapter 1 - Strange Flowers

The Pleasants and the Aebis have now been teleported into the unknown. What awaits them at their new location?

Part One - What is that Smell?
Thud.

There's groaning. There's moaning. Cursing. Just about everything. I don't know. My head is spinning. I'm dizzy. My eyes are shut, and I can't see. I don't know where I am, where I landed. I don't even know if this is real. It felt so surreal in that vortex. Vivid colours and shades. I must have squinted my eyes shut thanks to the mind-numbing amount of colours there were. And now I can't open them for fear of getting assaulted by another barrage of bright colours.

Just where are we? That's the only question right now. I flex my hand. Movable. I grapple around for my wand, as I must have dropped it in the fall. While my hand snakes around the grass, I note that the grass is far more different than that at Pleasantview. We can't be home now. The grass feels surprisingly springy despite it's rough texture, and very mossy. As well as wet.

Wet! My eyes fly open and I shoot up like a cannon, feeling my back. Yes, it's wet. I look around for my wand. The first thought that comes into my mind is the striking difference in the woodland. Back in Pleasantview, we lived on a sub-tropical climate. Mild winter and hot summers. But here feels chilly. Tall, imposing fir and pine trees rising out of the ground to form a canopy of dark-green leaves and needles. Thorny bushes with very few flowers. This has to be some sort of temperate climate. Definently not home.

What is that smell? My nose catches a faint whiff of something and I gag. The stench smells awfully like a mix of something furry. Furry, and a hint of something repellent. I'm not sure, but whatever is causing that strange scent is making me want to get as far away from it as possible. I look around cautiously. Beneath the eaves of one odd Fir Tree I see a clump of bushes with bright purple flowers. I crawl over and note how the stench becomes stronger. This must be the culprit. If it weren't for the stench I could have easily mistaken them for lavender.

I scramble away from the flowers, disgusted by the smell, and bring the hem of my Eluveitie T-shirt up to my nose to cover it. With my wand still lost, I couldn't do anything but conjure an apple and ride my broomstick. I turn back to the meadow of grass where I landed.

There's Mom and Dad lying face-down in the clump of grass. I let out a slight snicker at the thought of them waking up and finding their faces drenched with dew water. Further ahead is Angela, on her back and groaning, eyes still closed. She looks every bit as drunk as she was at the party. However, I know she must fastly be regaining consciousness, because she just rolls over and vomits into the grass. Propped by a tree is Isabelle, and her mother. They're the only ones besides me who're awake. Isabelle has her head clammed between her knees, with her hands clamped over head ears. Her mother's trying to soothe her with calming words. Isabelle must've been terrified, or scared, or at the least, shocked, at what happened. I feel a pang of jealousy as Mrs. Aebi turns to face her daughter and take her hands in her own to comfort her. Isabelle responds by looking at her with a grim face that's in shock. Despite what you heard from Isabelle about how she absolutely hated her mother, no one could, at that very moment, doubt that their bonds were far too deep to be truly shattered by anger and fighting.

The sound of voices startles us and I dive for my wand, lying by Isabelle's side. We hide behind the tree trunk where Isabelle was propped up. With strained ears I listen. There's three voices. One is unmistakably a man's deep voice. Another is a teenager's voice. Male, probably around 16. The next voice takes me unawares. It's high-pitched and female, but it doesn't sound snooty as much as I imagined high-pitched voices to be. Their exchange flows in hisses, and I can't help but feel rather ensorcelled by their eloquent manner of speaking.

"There are humans in the bushes, children." The man's voice sounds up, amused. I feel adrenaline pumping into my head. I had a wand, I could defend myself. But there's something dangerous about the voice that shakes my resolve. Somehow, it knows what capable powers we have. And it isn't afraid of it, "Even now, I hear their pathetic breathing and the fluttering of their hearts. A tasty feast this could be!"

Uh, oh. That doesn't sound good at all. Apparently she doesn't either, because her high-pitched voice rises in protest, "Father is this necessary? They are only humans, after all."

Then comes the teenaged male voice, "I think we should look and see, father. Maybe they are easy prey."

Prey. Feast. Humans. The words juggle in my mind and I try to comprehend what they're talking about. I could believe that they knew what we were, but food? Confusing, confusing... I don't need to wonder further though, because Isabelle finishes the thought for me.

"Vampires." She says ominously. The moment she says the words I know they could be true, but Vampires? Here? Downtown Pleasantview had a rare one or two Vampires, but then I remember that this isn't Pleasantview. All sorts of things could be lurking here.

They step out of the bushes. The moment the Moonlight falls on them, I know they're not human. They aren't normal. Their skin is pale, and it glowed faintly. Bright eyes. Luminious. I'm captured by their radiance. They all have different eye-colours, but there's no mistake they're from the same family.

The tall man is the first person I register. He's certainly tall, well-built. Dressed as if he came from the 1920's. Smooth, sharp features, with brown hair and glowing golden eyes. He was definently handsome. His voice was so rich, so marvellingly elegant, I could feel it almost pulling me toward him. But I fought the desire to know who this... being, was. I was going to know sooner or later, if he ever talked to us.

The second tallest figure is that of a teenage girl. She has bright, ice-blue coloured eyes and blonde hair. If she was a normal girl, she would definently belong to Adolf Hitler's "Arier" race. But there's something odd about her. She doesn't seem to be as malicious looking as her father. She's dressed in pink and black and looks far more modern. She looks at us with a worried stare, as if fearing for our safety. Her voice is just as compellingly elegant as her father's, but it had no effect on me. I can see Dad faintly stirring as she speaks though.

I don't wait for the third one to speak, because I know that the moment his voice sounded, it would affect me the most. Because I am an idiot teenage girl. His voice ringed louder to me than the other's. He was just as handsome as his father, but he was rather timid. He spoke politely, like a gentleman. I clamped my hand over my ears to shut out the temptations that his voice offered.

I look at Isabelle and her mother. Mrs. Aebi is defiant. She's listening, but the look on her face tells me she's resistant to the effects these beings were casting on us. Bless her. Isabelle, on the other hand, seems completely mesmerized. But that's the odd thing. She doesn't seem to be casting her attention towards the teenage boy, nor the father. No, she was staring at the girl.

"Come now... offer us your plasma. You would be doing us a favour." The tall man's voice booms over my ears, and distracts me from my thinking. It must look pathetic. Isabelle and I were surely seated like puppets against the trees, mesmerized. Unable to move. Mrs. Aebi on the other hand, stood up. I focus on her voice to avoid the murky distractions from the other ones.

"Why us?" She says defiantly. I have to admit, despite her being a pain in the a*s, she was one hell of an assertive woman. The girl's voice speaks up in agreement with my mother. I notice Isabelle's stare becoming more and more focused on her as she talks, "Father, they are right, we can find ourselves nourishment elsewhere. It isn't necessary to ask these-" She waves her hand at us. While her voice was worried, the look on her face was indifferent, "-humans for nourishment."

"Silence, Emelie!" The father barked. So that was her name. Emelie. It sounded quite traditional. Emelie casts her eyes down. Their gaze promptly fixes itself on us. The moment her eyes fall on Isabelle though, her mouth gapes open in surprise. Showing two, protuded fangs that stood out among the rows of perfect white teeth.

Yes, they were vampires.

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