Envisions of Hallewell

One beautiful afternoon, I was walking home from school. The sun was shining and in the west, there were a few clouds, all white, fluffy and happy looking. The breeze blew my long silver hair into my face, the smell of charcoal smoking and the sound of different types of meat sizzling. Oh, I guess I should tell you about me before I continue this. My name is BellaDawna Luna Hallewell. I am a freshman at The White Ash Acadamy; it is a school for supernatural kids. I am a half-vampire on my father's side and half-witch from my mother. I have my father's amethyst slanted eyes, or so my mother tells me. He left for some reason when I was 5 and I never heard from him since. The silver hair is from my mother's side of the family. As for all whom knows I am half vampire, my mother, Sampson my butler and Minerva the cook. The breeze blew my dark purple skirt away from my knees. My hands were in my pockets as I shuffled through my iPod. My purple ribbon under my black collar came loose with the wind. Just before it blows away, I catch the ribbon and put it in my bag. I also took my black jacket off and tied it around my hips. The school emblem is on the breast pocket of my jacket. It is in four squares: black cat for witches on an emerald green background, black bat for vampires on a blood-red background, black wolf for werewolves with light blue and a black horse for the shapeshifters with bright purple. I was almost to my mansion, my mother's honestly, when I heard an explosion from my basement. I jumped the fence and ran to the cellar doors. As I was about to open them, my little brother, Zander burst out and landed in my arms. Dear little Zander is 6 years old and a full warlock, but he is too young to practice magic by himself. His soft black hair smelled of ash. Zander looked at me and smiled brightly, his emerald green eyes twinkling with excitement. "Berra!!! You're home!!! I've missed you, sissy!" He said as he wrapped his small fat arms around my neck tightly. My younger brother has a bit of a speech problem, he can't quite pronounce the L's. I kissed his little dirty forehead and carried him around to the front door. I was gonna ask him why he was in the cellar alone when the butler opened it and said "Welcome home miss and little master." "Thank you, Sam. Please call on Mrs. Frost so she can clean up Zander, I have homework. And please have Minerva get me my regular snack." When Mrs. Frost took Zander to his room, I headed up to my room. I climb the winding staircase and come to my room. As I turn my light on, SugarCube my sugar glider and Cookie my brown with a black-spotted owl smiled at me. I put my bag down by the door to walk toward them. SugarCube flies to my shoulder, nuzzles my neck and says in her little squeaky voice "Welcome home Mi'lady. How was school?". I smiled and rubbed her little furry head saying "It went fine. I have homework in supernatural history, plus an essay to write on how I feel about how human and the supernatural could get along better, make a new sickness potion to help heal and to make a learning game for younger kids. I have 2 weeks to finish all." I give SugarCube her tree sap and put her back in her cage. She licked it up as if she was starving. Cookie flies to my raised arm and rubs her cheek against mine. I kiss her forehead as she says in her wise old voice " You have grown up beautifully in the past few years, young one. I know your mother is pleased." I sigh as I give her a mouse to eat, thinking to myself *if only she was here to see.* Mom is the high priestess in this country, so she is essentially the queen. I hardly ever see her in person anymore, only in astral projection spells or in my crystal ball. My mother's name is Tatiana Ember. With long wavy silver hair and a blue and green eye, she has the world at her feet if she wished it. Cookie flew back to her perch as I walk over to my dresser to change out of my uniform so it wouldn't get dirty. I put on some comfy sweat pants and a tank top. I look into the mirror and I imagine what it would be like to be high priestess. Mother expects me to become the next. I am not sure I wish to become High priestess though. The main reason I don't think I want to be high priestess is the fact I am a half-blood. Also, it seems like every coven is looking to you for advice and I am not very good at giving advice. While I was lost in thought, I smell Minerva bringing my favorite snack. A slice of Resse double chocolate pie with a glass of blood. My mouth started to water thinking about blood, O neg was the best. My stomach grumbles as I hear her footsteps right outside my door. I open the door with a wave of my hand. As Minerva steps inside and places the platter on the table, I run up to her and give her a big hug. She smiles and pats my head gently, kissing my forehead lightly. "Thank you so much Minni. I have had a really stressing day and need this before homework. How do you manage to make the pie so that the chocolate and peanut butter are so perfect??" I ask as I kiss her on the cheek. Minerva was teaching me to cook without magic and it was fun. Dirty, but fun. Minerva smiled and just shrugged, saying "Practice makes perfect is all I can say. Enjoy your snack Bells, if you need anything else, give me a ring." She closed my door as she left. I sat at my low table and took a few bites of the pie. It was heaven in my mouth. After a few seconds, I took a sip of blood. Now, blood tastes different to humans, werewolves and other supernatural creatures. Vampires taste it as a sweet berry wine that helps us digest regular food, while humans taste metal or rust. Chocolate and blood taste so good together for me anyway. I eat a few more bites of my pie, trying to think of how to create a spell for class when my crystal ball started to glow and chime. I finish chewing and swallow before I answer. It was Aunt Odessa calling. I answer it by saying "Merry meet Auntie" I see her face smile as she says "Merry meet my young beautiful niece. How are you?" Aunt Odessa has flame-red hair and crystal clear light green eyes. She is younger than my mother but does not exactly look it. "Fine Auntie, and yourself?" I say as I do a small curtsy. "I am well, thank you darling. Your mother is a very busy woman but she sends her love. You know she misses you, right?" I nod as I look down at my feet. "Hey Auntie, I have homework, could I call you later?" I ask as I turn away. "Of course, homework is important. Have fun and if you need me, I am just a chime away darling. I love you" Aunt Odessa says before hanging up. I put my long hair into a braid then sit at my desk with my glass of blood to read on all the sicknesses there are to create a new one. Just as I finish drinking my blood and reading two books, an hour and a half passed and Zander knocks on my door. I hide my empty glass before opening the door. He hugs my leg tightly. I pat his head softly, smiling. "Berra, you gonna come down for dinner with me? Prrrrrrrreasssseee? I want to wark with youuuuu." He looks at me with his big beautiful emerald eyes. I nod as I pull him up in my arms and hold him close, smelling his fresh soap. He smelled of berries in the warm sunlight. With Zander in my arms, I sit on the railing and slide down. We giggle as we get to the bottom. I put Zander down and hold his small grubby hand. Mrs. Frost pulls out his chair and I put him in his big boy seat. Sampson pulls out my chair for me, and I sit next to Zander. Sampson and Minerva bring out the dinner. The smell of Chicken Parmigiana, fresh lettuce, carrots, cucumbers, with sharp cheddar cheese and light ranch, and fresh strawberries fill the air. Minerva brings me a glass of blood, but I tell Zander it is tomato juice. He makes a funny face and happily takes his watermelon and cherry juice. Older cousin Trent, son of Aunt Odessa, is joining us from out of town while mother is away. His sandy colored longish hair is always perfect. His dark clear blue eyes seem to see right through you. His button-down white shirt was pristine. His tailored jeans were the perfect fit on him. It made him look a little gay, but he totally wasn't. Trent was taking some time off from college to be with us as I am not yet old enough to be left alone, even with Sampson, Minerva and Mrs. Frost around. Trent looks at my glass funny, lifting his perfectly trimmed eyebrow at it. I notice out the corner of my eyes but pay no mind to him. I help get Zander's plate filled with salad and a light drizzle of ranch. "So little cousin, how is school going? Any guys under your spell yet? I hear Aunt Tati is still away with dear mother." Trent asks with his eyes intently as if he is trying to tell if I am going to lie or not. His hand on a fork ready to lift some salad into his mouth. "School is going well enough, dear cousin. How is college going for you? As for casting love charms, I have not yet. Anyone catch your eye yet?" I knew that he was a player and wasn't serious about anyone. Something about him had me on edge. I just didn't trust him, I just couldn't put my finger on out why though. I take a sip of my drink as I wait for his answer. Then I think of what he said. Lucian Wolfe is the cutest guy in my grade and the most popular freshman. He is a werewolf with gorgeous fair light brown hair. I just can't date him because of the rules at school. No fraternization between the species. As I finish the carrot, I take a bite of salad. "There is someone within my sights that might be worthy of my time. Her name is Rosita Doris Thornheart and she is very beautiful. She lives up to her name. She also is from a prominent bloodline of witches as well. Mother would approve of her as well as dear father, may his soul rest in peace. Her rose gold hair and light pink eyes are just the perfect shade. And as for my classes, I am getting high points in all." Trent takes a bite of his food and we eat in silence. The chicken was made perfectly moist and right seasonings. Minni brings me another glass of blood as I drink the rest of my first. Trent tries to trip her and spill my drink but a flip of my hand has her levitating above his outstretched leg to help her. She pats my head as a thank you, leaving my full glass and takes the empty one. I glare at Trent as I levitate Minni back to the kitchen, Zander doesn't notice as he eats his yummy chicken. Trent finishes his dinner and wipes his mouth with the napkin. As Sampson takes his plate and silverware, Trent takes one of my strawberries with whip creme. I say nothing and finish my plate. I take my own plate up and give it to Sampson. He smiles at me sweetly as I sit back down next to my brother. I sip on my blood as I stare daggers into Trent, trying to figure out his motives. As Zander finishes his meal, he yawns. I pat his head gently as Mrs. Frost takes him to his room for the night. I whisper to him that I will be there to tuck him in. I watch as he waves his little fat hand at us from the stairway. Trent stares at me as I stand up. I take a long stretch and finish my blood. I give Minnie and Sampson a small smile as thanks for the lovely meal and head toward the library. I know Trent is following me from the sound of his brand name shoes. I try to ignore his prowling eyes as I feel them on my ass. As I reach the library, he grabs my arm, and as reflex, I go to hit him in the face. He catches my hand rather harshly, then softly pets it. "You shouldn't try to hit people, it isn't very nice ya know, Bella. And to think I thought you were more mature than your little brother" Trent says, sneering as he backs me towards the wall, trapping me with his long arms. I just stare into his eyes, saying nothing. "You know, you are the one I am actually interested in. You are so strong and your powers surpass even my own. You are just like your mother, beautiful and powerful. I will find a way to make you mine soon." With the covens, cousins are allowed to be married. I do not want to be with Trent. I can barely stand him at meals. He tries to kiss my lips but I knee him in his family jewels. As I pull my hand away from his and duck under his arms, he drops to his knees, his hands covering where my foot connected and was moaning in pain. I hide in a little alcove and will myself invisible. As he tries to find me, I quiet my breathing and my heartbeat. I sense him looking for me, then limping away slowly. I teleport up to Zander's room and tuck my little brother in like I promised, kissed his little head then teleported to my room and lock the door.