My Awakening

Another Encounter

“I am telling you Reine,” I say into the phone, “That hot guy from the shops attacked me last night on my way home.” I pause, “Well, he pushed me into a tree,” I correct myself. There’s a moment of silence, before my friends responds. “M, it sounds like you gave up on a hot night of sex.” – that’s Reine, s*x is her thing, she loves it.  I shake my head, I probably sound like a crazy woman, or that I dreamt it all. “I know it sounds bizarre, but I don’t think he was hitting on me, he made some comment about if it wasn’t for him I would be dead. In any case, he disappeared without giving me his name and the weirdest part, I though I heard a wolf howl.” Yep, I think to myself, I must of dreamt it all. I hear Raine chuckle, “Maybe, he likes to role play, and was trying the damsel in distress being saved routine?”, she asks. There’s no point trying to discuss this with her, I love her to pieces, but Reine is clearly not taking me seriously. “Maybe, I did miss a chance, if I run into him again, I promise I will make a move,” – only if he doesn’t act like a weirdo, I say to myself. Placated by that answer we say good bye.

I sit on my bed, and my mind goes to my box of ‘witchcraft’ supplies from my teen years. I haven’t opened the box in ages, and I really only dabbled in it never took it serious, like many girls, I watched the movie The Craft, and went through that phase, where we played light as a feather stiff as a board at sleep overs, and pricked our fingers into non-alcoholic wine, and pretended to be in a coven. As I open the dusty box, I look through some of the items with fond memories. I touch a large amethyst crystal, and my hands tingle, as I pass my hand over objects, the tingling either disappears or gets stronger. The strongest sensation is with my old book of shadows, so I decide to spend some time, reading through all my spells and notes.

When I look up, it’s lunch time already, given what happened last night, and now heading into a waning moon, I decide why not dabble a bit and cleanse some of my items, particularly my tarot deck, maybe I can play around with it tonight. Being the weekend, I have plenty of time to just laze around the place and do whatever. I place some of my candles around my tarot deck, and I remember one of the tricks we tried to do was light candles without matches, I lean down and gently blow on the candle wicks imagine flames catching. And bam, the wicks all catch on fire, and I jump back in shock. I never remember it actually working before! “f**k, OK, that was weird.” I let the candles help cleanse my tarot deck for the day, as I pot around the house and clean and do my adult chores.

After dinner, I notice the candles have burnt themselves out, so I grab my Tarot deck and shuffle. It’s a gothic deck, I place a card down to represent me, a card to represent current events, who is influencing events and future outcomes. I turn the current events card over and the image is of a siren escaping out of the water, my intuition tells me it means awakening, coming out, rebirth.  The second card, about influencer, is the prince a beautiful man and the background is the woods, and in the shadows a wolf. My breath hitches, as ai look closer, because those eyes are grey, and I wonder whether the grey eyed man will make more appearances in my near future.  But he sure as hell has awoken something in me, I giggle. I turn over the future card, and frown because it is completely blank, just a black card. “Huh, I must of left one of the spare or packing cards in the deck.” I say to myself, but deep down, I feel that it’s ominous, this is not just a misplaced card, it is my future – nothingness. I finally turn over the card that represents me, the Queen of Wands, she is powerful and commands both light and darkness, and beside her is a wolf, on her shoulder a raven. I feel another piece fit into place, and I feel stronger and more complete, like a piece I never new I was missing. I take the Queen of Wands, and look at her. I want to be her, I want to be this gorgeous, powerful, s****l woman in this image. I place the card on one of my shelves as a reminder.

The next day, I go back to the shops, to finish the shopping I didn’t do the other day, because I freaked out. I am looking at my phone checking what items I still need to get, when I bump into someone exiting a new shop being customised. “s**t I am so sorry, I was checking my shopping list and not watching where I was going.” I say as I collect some items, I dropped off the floor, as I stand up and look at who I collided with, I see grey eyes. I swallow. He smiles down at me, “You seem to be in a better mood.” He comments as a jest. I blush, as I feel my heart pounding, I have no idea why he makes me feel this way, I really just want to jump him. I am lost for words, so decide to just keep walking, leaving him behind me, while I hastily make an exist away I run into someone else, his scent grabs at me first, sending ways of sensuality through my body, I look up and unamused dark eyes look me up and down judging me. I drop my phone without realising, and this stranger bends down grabs it and hands it to me. I came back from the enthralment and mumbling a small thanks, feeling my cheeks go red with embarrassment, I take my phone from him. Our fingers touch and it feels like static electricity between us. He quickly withdraws his hand and I tuck my phone in my pocket. I hear a low growl, and I get goosebumps, I turn to see the grey eye man looking between me and the other stranger, his teeth clenched and hands in fists. The other dark eyed stranger looks between me and the grey eyed man, shrugs with a smirk and turns and walks away without a word.

I don’t look back at either of these people, as I decide to ignore and leave with some dignity after making a fool of myself twice. I finish my shopping and head back home, but I am clearly shaken by running into the grey eyed stranger and the dark eyed stranger. I try and relax for the rest of the day but that night my dreams are hunted by angry eyes, howling wolves, darkness and lust. I wake up from my nightmares early, it's still dark, so I decide a jog in the crisp morning air will help me cleanse my mind of the night. 

The morning air is cold and cools my warm skin as I jog along one of the footpaths. As I clear my mind of sexy troublesome men, and the strange feelings I have been having I hear footsteps behind me, I don’t look back and keep jogging, my attention focused on the quick footfalls coming closer. I decide to stop and see who is behind me, and as I turn the grey eyed stranger who seems to be stalking me, grabs my throat and smashes me up against a wall of a building. I close my eyes, as I feel pain in my back, and I struggle to breathe as he closes off my windpipe with his hands. I grab his wrist in an effort to get him to release me.

“Who are you?”, he growls staring into my eyes. Frustration and anger and confusion passing across his face as he looks at me. I struggle to make any sound, but open my mouth to try and say I can’t breathe. My heart is pounding but I can hear his to. His touch feels like fire against my skin, radiating across all of my body. Just before I lose my breath completely, his slightly loosens his grip and before I can suck in a good amount of air, his mouth is on mine in a hard and demanding kiss. As our kiss deepens, the electricity between us increases. He pushes himself against me, taking his hand off my throat and gently runs it down to my collar and across my shoulder and down my arm. I remember myself, and that he just had his hand around my throat, I turn to anger and feel power running through me as I open my eyes and with all my strength push him off me. I send him flying across the footpath into the middle of the road. He picks himself up and growls. I look at him at shock, and the look he is giving me, and what has just happened replaces my anger with confusion and fear, as I look down at my hands that seem to pulsating with a now dying purple light. I look back at him who was also looking at my hands, and he fully stands straight and eyes me warily, I lock eyes with him, clearly freaked out. He c***s his head, and frowns before looking at me again, then jogging off before I could say anything or even apologise.

I stand there bewildered and freaking out at what just happened, and turn and head back home, just as a hear the sound of wolves howling in the distance.