Void

Despite her proposal to enlighten you as to why she had been a relentless bitch for the last 7 years. Isabelle sat quietly for a fair time, clearly unsure of just what to say, you rolled your eyes "Alright... I'm out-"

She grabbed your arm tightly and pulled you back down, lifting the branch-like wand in her hand and pressed its point into your cheek

"From me to you, a message delivered: tabellarius!"

"UGH, THAT'S BEEN IN YOUR PUSSY-UUDSHQHBDKJQHBCKHBSCHABCH!?"

It was like being struck by lightning, like a Warhammer smashing images into your mind, it was hard and forceful, it made you fall back on Izzy's bed, your eyes rolling back as the Images began to spin into flicking flashes of coherency, like a movie reel being projected into your eyeballs.

Meeting

"It was 2007, She was nine, He was Seven, they met in the 1st Grade."

The Voice that spoke was not Isabella's. This voice was deep and ominous, crackling but in a soft way, like a still river, or... a Black Lake. The Voice narrated over images, that flickered in clean succession, though they were not entirely clear.

What you saw... was a Girl, small, kinda ratty looking, with overly long dark hair and eyes the colour of polished silver. She stood nervously in a room full of kids who seemed to avoid her at all costs; You weren't sure you blamed them, she was angry-looking, with a huge nose and dark rings under her huge eyes, an altogether extraordinary young girl.

But at least she was at least being left alone.

over in the corner, looking very nervous, was a boy with dark mahogany hair, cut into a crude bob... He was even smaller than she was, skinner than she was, though he did have sharp almost serpentine Golden eyes that looked shyly at the three kids who were talking to him, not so nicely by the looks of them.

"Isabella saw the boy and felt oddly drawn to him, he seemed severely strange, weird, a lot like her. Maybe that is what drove her to walk over curiously to the group, and heard them speaking in bitter tones."

The Black haired girl walked over to the group, listening in on them.

There was a Dark-skinned girl, her frizzy hair tied up into pig-tails, she didn't seem to be paying much attention, playing with a Rubix cube in deep confusion. There was another girl, standing next to a young boy. this girl was taller than Izzy, better looking than Izzy, with a smooth olive complexion, straight black hair and classy clothes on her back. Izzy frowned in jealousy at this girl, though her frown was only deepened at the Dark-skinned boy, with his neatly cut afro, his judgemental dark eyes and his overly smug face.

"So, You're Charlie Drake Huh?" The Boy said in a voice far to sure for an 8 year old.

The Dark haired Boy shifted nervously "Yeah... h-hello." He said timidly.

The Black haired girl grimaced "Come on Chazzy, I want to show everyone my Tamagotchi! it's way better than that stupid Merissa girls!"

The Boy: a Young Chaz bruce waved her off in annoyance, crouching at the Golden eyed boy and smiling darkly "My name is Charlie too, but everyone calls me Chaz. My dad says your dad is a crazy guy, senator Bruce, he's an important guy, . We should be friends-"

"Chazzy!" A Young Vicky groaned, tugging at Chaz' arm.

The Boy nudged her away "Go away Vicky ugh!"

Isabella saw the frown on the Golden eyed boy's face, as Vicky stumbled back, almost teary-eyed. Charles Drake? so He was the Mayor's son? wasn't Mayor Drake supposed to be a badass asshole kinda guy? why is his kid such a shrimp?

"You shouldn't shove, Girls... Chaz." The boy said meekly "It's rude."

Chaz have charlie and uncertain look "I can do what I want, she's the one that follows me around all the time!"

Vicky pointed at Charlie as He drew out his Gameboy and tried to just ignore then "Yeah, I'm the one that follows him around, Nerd!" She said a little absently, before flushing and attaching herself being Chaz again, much to his annoyance.

"Listen, kid." Chaz said, his voice now low and spiteful as He snatched Charlie's Gameboy away.

"Hey!" Charlie cried, but Chaz was taller handheld it out of Charlie's reach as he grinned maliciously.

"If you're not my friend then you're my enemy... that's what dad says!" Chaz cried, as Charlie got more and more annoyed.

"I don't care what your dad says, give me my Game boy back!" Charlie pushed Chaz angrily, Isabella knew this was a mistake, and Charlie learned as the huge boy bashed Charlie to the ground.

"Don't touch me, Dick!" Chaz growled, other kids started to notice as Chaz drew forward, throwing Charlie's Gameboy on the ground and threatening to stomp on it. the other kids were just watching oohing and aahing as Charlie held back angry tears. "Dad said that you'd be an asshole, just like your dad. And I'll show you how we deal with assholes!"

Charlie wept in silent sorrow, at the crowd around him, laughing and egging Chaz on...

"Isabella watched this, scowling at the Tallboy who bullied the Dark-haired boy, she wanted to help him, wanted to do something... and that is when it happened. That is when Isabella had her Snap."

Something broke behind the girl's eyes, and a voice, the same as the one that You could hear, whispered into the veins of her brain, and linked it's chain to her "Suffer me." It said.

And in an instant, without knowing why, with an intense stare, something flashed and Isabelle spoke: "A Call to the possession, Property of Goldeneyes."

The Gameboy twitched, and then it fell. it fell right into the floor, or more accurately it fell through what looked like a small black hole that appeared underneath it, and slipped into nothing.

Isabella blinked, and Chaz looked on with confusion as his foot came down on nothing.

*Whistle* Isabella flinched as another pitch-black hole opened above her, the Gameboy falling right into her hand which she quickly pocketed as Chaz looked around, charging at Charlie and grabbing him "Where is it!? Well Dicky-Drake?" Charlie blinked in fear and confusion "WHERE IS IT-"

A Girl shoved Chaz aside, placing herself in between the frightened Charlie and Angry Chaz. The Girl was copper-skinned, Biracial by the looks of her, with ear-length bushy brown hair, and overly large pink glasses on... another nerd... who was she?

"Leave him alone!" The Girl cried.

"Isabella didn't like this girl... she wanted to go over and help but... what was that thing? why did she say that? what was that voice?!

Chaz bruce became red-faced with rage, seemingly ready to charge at the girl. a Small hand-chopped lightly at Chaz' neck, and like a tree he fell, colliding unconsciously into the floor. Everybody watched in shock as Camile, his older sister, grasped the collar of his jacket in one hand, and held the now completed Rubix cube in the other, smiling at the crowd as she beckoned Vicky "Soooo Mean, Chazzy. Come on Vic! I'm hungry!" The Girl said sweetly, easily dragging her much larger brother away with relative ease as Vicky chased after her angrily.

"M-Millie!! w-what are you doing!? wait for me!" Vicky cried, vanishing away with the others.

The Girl who shielded Charlie flushed as He thanked her, Isabella frowned at that, clutching his Gameboy tightly in her pocket, and turning away... She'd give it to him tomorrow when that Nerd wasn't there.

The next day during lunchtime. Isabella's mama drove her in, the Girl had barely slept... she had been having strange dreams about strange places, deep dark places, wet and ominous.

The Girl marched with her packed lunch over to the Golden-eyed boy but paused. The girl with the frizzy hair was sat with him, lending him her own Gameboy. Isabella sighed with annoyance, but sucked it up and walked over to the table.

You saw your first meeting with Isabella, and that strange feeling of Deja Vu struck again.

"Ola..." She said, drawing out her sandwiches and casually looking at the pair. They both seemed very confused.

"H-Hey... Ummm." the Young You said.

"Isobella." the Black haired girl said.

The Girl with the glasses eyed Isabella suspiciously "What do you want, We have had enough insults today."

Charlie frowned at the Girl with the Glasses "She only just sat down, t-there's no need to be mean, Jane..." He smiled at her... Isabella liked his smile. "I'm Charlie, this is Jane. it's nice to meet you Isobelly..."

"Isobella." She corrected sharply.

"Isabella?" Jane asked.

Izzy nodded "Yeah... that's fine." taking a long breath, the small Latina girl removed Charlie's Gameboy from her pocket, and carefully placed it in front of him. That is when there... strange friendship really started, and when Isabella & Jane Watson's unspoken rivalry began.

The Median

"So... Your dad was American then, and your Mom is Spanish?" Charlie once asked Isabella in the 3rd Grade. this was a time for growth, where Isabella could see into that awkward pit from the top of her rollercoaster of life, her oncoming adolescence sparking a wild change in her body.

While Charlie hadn't much changed in the years since they were very small, Isabella was rapidly sporting like a flower in bloom, She grew taller and fitter when she would run with her mother, and do dance classes. Her face while crudely scrunched together before was starting to lengthen out into a healthy symmetry, her cheeks sharp eyes a normal size, though her nose was too big, and much to her discomfort, every other girl had... blossomed in other ways that she found herself spitefully cursing in jealous moments.

Still she was starting to gain some attention from Male students, and the popular kids... seemed to actually like talking to her, though at the end of the day she couldn't be close them, another group called to her always, she was bound to them and though they went to school with her, she found talking to them oddly alienating. Isabella didn't want to be what she was, she wanted to be normal, have normal friends, a normal life... and Charlie reminded her of that. Maybe that's why she stuck to him every time Jane ducked out of sight.

"No. Guapo. My Mama is from México, and Papa was Scottish." She explained calmly, slipping her soup overly loudly...

Charlie nodded "Right... sorry. Hey, what does Guapo mean?" He asked.

She nearly choked... she couldn't tell him that she'd just been absent-mindedly been calling him Handesom the whole time... that would be too embarrassing. "I-It's umm... an insult, like... dummy." She stammered.

Charlie frowned a little "Oh..."

She moved closer to him, her eyes becoming soft "I'm just j-joking though, I don't... You need to man up a-anyway, instead of letting everybody walk all over you!"

His sad face melted away, and He gave her a nudge "Why should I man Up, I have you to protect me." He chuckled.

She shuffled grumpily "Yeah, whatever."

Charlie looked quizzically "Why are you friends with Bitchy Vicky anyway, and Camile she's probably only got one brain cell!"

"They aren't that bad... when you get to know them... Vicky is under a lot of pressure from her Papa, and Camile is actually really sweet-"

"They are idiots and assholes, that's it." He said adamantly, stubborn as ever.

Isabella frowned angrily at him, picking up her empty lunch and turning her chin up to him "Well You and Jane aren't much better. You're just as High and mighty just because you have good grades! walking around with chips on your shoulder. I'm not saying that You have to be a saint but maybe your should try and be more understanding, spend more time with people.... s-spend more time with me..."

Charlie frowned a little sadly, getting that earful seemed to make him crack a little "Maybe... Maybe I am a Guapo..."

She grunted, still angry at him "One the inside. Not the Outside." and with that she went on her way, to sit with Vicky and Camile on the other side of the hall... Although seeing Chaz there, having grown even bigger and cockier, his arm around Victoria who relished in the attention of Chaz and everybody else with her amplified beauty.

Isabella hated that Guy, but she truly cared about Millie and Vicky enough to make an effort to ignore him, still... she wished that she felt the same about Charlie, to stand Jane... although that was more jealousy than irritation.

The Split.

Isabella's hands were shaking.... her left breast ached deeply in pain from the night before, and her nerves were crushing on her, from the happenings of the night before... She couldn't do this, she didn't want this, why couldn't her Mistress understand!?

All she wanted was to be a Normal girl, left alone with her friends, with Camile, with Vicky... with Charlie. By the Old one, her feelings for him had been amplified tenfold since she turned 16... it hit her along with the unstoppable truck that was Puperty, and Dios mío had it hit her.

Isabelle was 5 ft 8 now, towering over the other girls while not being tall enough to be called a freak. Her hair was long and Wavy, the Black hair like a sea of darkness until it hit the ends... Because the ends had turned a Snowy kind of white colour... owing to her destiny and Her Mistress. this is why she kept it tied up most of the time, to hide the white streaks, however, it did nothing to decline her Athletic physique, built up with her frequent dancing lessons and her recent joining of the Cheer-squad (With Vicky's help that is)

She was sleek and Pert, perky in the perfect places, though her puberty took a while to kick in, even though her mistress warned Isabella that Puberty takes a little longer with their kind, she wasn't kidding when she said that it moulded her into perfection.

Isabella's face had been called almost angelic, her Olive face smooth and clear, her teeth white and straight, eyes alluring with beautiful silver orbs, Her nose seemed now to be a perfect size and with a little bit of Pricilla's help, Isabella had gotten rid of her overly pronounced chin, which was sharp but cute, matching her strong bowed cheekbones. The Girl had her mother teach her about make-up and how to dress properly and with her extra money from dance classes that she coached from time to time, had the money to buy top of the line designer clothes. Never before had Isabella had such high confidence, she felt bolder, stronger, powerful... it was intoxicating and terrifying.

But No Beauty or no Power could save her from her fate... the events of the night before where harrowing, and she wasn't sure if she could do what Her mistress asked of her if Isabella could absorb the truth of her kind's survival after reaching full maturity.

"Izzy?" Your young self spotted Isabella behind the corridor lockers, holding her hands and knees as His form approached her. He had grown somewhat, he looked relatively similar to the way He always did, small, fragile, he'd started to wear round glasses where his sight had began to decline early, otherwise, He hadn't changed at all... and it annoyed Isabella to no end.

The Two had been arguing for a time, she'd get angry with him ignoring her for Jane, and He'd get angry with her ignoring him for the popular crowd, especially now that people began to ridicule the both of them for their strained friendship.

"What? what do you want?" She asked hurtly. God why did she say that!? she was happy to see him but, she was so afraid, she couldn't shake her fight or flight instincts.

He crouched by her "Look... I know that we haven't been getting along so well but... I don't like seeing you sad you know, do you want to talk about it? maybe go talk about the annoying popular assholes?"

She wanted to... she really wanted to tell him... she wanted to be close to him "No." She said dryly because it was forbidden, she couldn't talk about the thing that bothered her, because it was nothing no Human should here.

He frowned "Izzy." His hand touched her arm and she shrank away, afraid that she'd lose control if He held her close like she wanted.

"J-Just go away... please..."

The Boy with the black hair saddened, nodding as He stood "A-Alright... I'll... I'll see you later then."

Many months passed, and her fear and frustrations grew. With her kind, with the loss of the Boy she crushed on... Her only relief is when she'd spend time with Vicky and Camile, her BFF's were the only crutch she had left to lean on, it was consuming her, making her angry and spiteful towards her piers, when they hadn't even done anything to wrong her, she started to join Vicky in her malicious bullying, unable to vent her wrath in any other way, she was just the stupid pretty girl to the outside world, but her responsibilities to her Ilk devoured her very soul.

One day, Isabella had enough. she was done, done being a bitch, done having so much hatred inside of her, done with her Kind, with judgment, with stress with this City with everything!

She just wanted to run away, while she had the chance... the Winter Solstice would be soon, and after that... her fate would be sealed. So, packing her bags in the night and running as fast as she could through to Blue-Drake Manor.

Isabella huffed as she reached the locked Gates, nervously biting her lips and looking cautiously around before drawing her Branched Catalyst, the Long wand's runes glowing as she called on the Power of the Old One "My entry has always been a necessity, so unbind the doors, and Open Sesame."

A long Wand's tip sparked against the locks of the gate, embracing them in darkness, where the abyss coiled around the mechanism and sprung it free.

The Incantation was barely tiresome to her now.... she had to do this, she was getting to close to her fate.

Carefully and Quickly she bolted up the drive in the falling rain, a flicker of excitement in her blood as she drew closer to the Great Manor, where Charlie lived, he was likely in his room on the Second Floor.

She approached the door, her heart thumping, blood rushing, her Arcana rumbled inside. She looked up to where his room was, the light was on and she could see shadows moving. Taking a deep breath, Isabella drew her Catalyst again, and with it tore open the Void, the black hole swirling obediently as she ducked through it.

The dark portal emerged into a lavish hallway, where she hid as the sounds of movements, likely the Manor's staff. But she saw the door leading to his bedroom and with shaking hands, she wrapped it desperately

Charlie answered, looking with confusion at Isabella in front of him "Izzy? what are you doing here? how did you get into my house?--"

She embraced him, wrapping her arms around him desperately as she stared with manic eyes "I-I have to talk to you, Guapo, I have to!"

He raised an eyebrow "Alright... alright calm down."

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry I've been such a pendeja, I miss you, I need your help I-"

"Just slow down, okay, tell me what's wrong... what do you need?" He asked, in real concern, though he did seem quite stressed out himself, she didn't notice at the time, she was too manic.

"Runaway with me." She said adamantly.

"What? I-"

"I n-need to leave, I can't stay here, I can't do this life anymore, I need someone with me... and I only want you to come... please... please..." She begged.

Charlie grimaced "Izzy..."

"V-Vicky makes me... twists me, I get worse when I'm around her, and she gets worst around Chaz, Camile is so distant sometimes... but you, you were always with me." She had to have him with her, she couldn't go alone, she didn't have the strength. He was all that she could recall ever making her happy...

"You're out of your mind." He whispered, his face becoming dark "Y-You think you can just show up at my house, without speaking to me for months, saying nothing while Vicky antagonizes me and then just make it all go away with one sorry!?" He growled.

Izzy held out her arms pleadingly "Y-You don't understand, You can't understand... b-but I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything if you just come with me, please. I know what you are... I know your fate, My Mistress told me. We don't have to go along with it, with any of it, we can be normal... Charlie... I... I L-"

A Face peaked out, and a hand rested on his shoulder. a dark hand, and a caramel covered face, with round glasses and Frizzy hair "Hey, is everything okay.... oh? what are you doing here?" Jane asked, looking at Jane with disgust.

Isabella froze, and her heart sank... why was she here? in his bedroom, with him? alone? "This has nothing to do with you... It was a private conversation-"

"You have been tormenting him for months you bimbo, what makes you think He wants to even talk to you!?" Jane said angrily.

Isabella gripped her wand in her pocket, it took every last shred of her self-control to restrain her wrath, she turned her eyes to Charlie, staring at him desperately, painedly. "Please, Charlie..."

And Charlie opened his mouth to speak, but... no words came out

"Just get out of here. Leave him alone." Jane whispered spitefully.

"Isabelle glared at her... and she glared at him, she was ready to give it all up, to leave it all behind, her power, her popularity, everything, to spend with him... to spend with you, but He had chosen Jane.... and holding back tears, Isabella looked at them both in a silent, in a silent growl, her teeth bared"

"Fine." She said coldly "Good luck. enjoy your nerd-slut, Dicky Drake." She whispered, running over behind the corner.

Charlie dashed after her... but found nothing. She had already Opened the Void and stepped out into the Rain, into the woods, where she cried, and she cried, and she cried... and she hated.

Although a hand settled on her shoulder. the short, cloaked, dark figure in pure white, her hood covering her face, her Ivory hair lit up by the sparking thunder that streaked through the sky. The Woman picked Isabelle up tenderly and hugged her tightly, whispering to the crying girl right in her ear.

"You cannot escape your fate, My Dear. You cannot run from destiny... not with him... never with him, His destiny is far greater than ours." She whispered in a tone that sent chills from Izzy's spine.

"I hate him, I hate him so much.... why does it hurt so much?" She said in a pained low growl into her Mistress' ears.

The Sky boomed, lighting the darkness above. hiding Isabella's tears and enhancing her hating scowl.

You watched at a birds-eye view, from above, Isabella's back was to you... but the Figure she held unto, her mistress, was staring right at you. Her eyes were black as midnight, and her Crimson lips curled into a dark smile, a feeling of deep deep dread filling your being, as You slipped out of the Memories, and back into the real world.