Forever Changed

chapter 29



It had already been week, since Officer Benton stopped by my house for answers. We had totally transformed our living room into a work room and from there we stayed from sunrise to sunset practicing. My father said, “We need to prepare for the Dark Lord.”

My father was showing my mother how to use her witch powers, but she was not succeeding in them. The most she managed to do, was push out a little line of white light.

Something was wrong with this. From what I read, about witches, they had some major powers. They could shoot out red, green, blue, or black type balls of fire, to defeat their enemy. I was not sure, but I think my father was wrong about my mother being a witch. She didn’t look like a witch and she didn’t act like one.

She was pretty and except for the day that she murdered my father, I have never seen her angry. The only time she cried was when my father hit her and I only heard her cry. I had never seen her cry. She only always smiled, even when he did hit her, she smiled and then stayed in bed afterwards. It was weird, but I was curious. After we defeated the Dark Lord, I will investigate further and find out the truth.

Landon was a pro, he didn’t need to prep, but I was worried if he would be able to do anything, when he faced his father. I was afraid that he would not be able to stand against him. I hoped he could and he promised and promised that he would protect us the best he could. I believed him and I knew he would do just that.

My father was a pro as well. He could become pissed off in a blink of an eye. His eyes would turn a bright red; he could even shoot flames from them. If he could concentrate hard enough, his anger could shatter a lamp or crush a chair into a hundred pieces. It was awesome and I was having fun with all of it.

I, on the other hand, had to learn how to channel my anger in order to do as my father done. In the beginning, my days were short from being exhausted, but the more I practiced my powers, the less tired I became.

I had perfected myself on concentrating, smashing, and crushing things with my eyes. I however struggled with the flames that came from the red, in my eyes.



My parents and Landon were amazed at how the storms formed with each time my eyes changed, from their brilliant blue, to the bright red. There was never rain that followed with the storm, just the darkness, the lightening, and of course the deafening thunder. They couldn’t understand why the storms appeared when I was angry, nor could I.

Landon, had foreseen that the Dark Lord would be coming, with his army of demons in three weeks. I had two weeks to practice and perfect my powers, or we would all be screwed. We would be spending eternity in damnation. After seeing what happened to my father….ummmm….yeah that was just not in my agenda.

The start of the second week, I finally got the flames to shoot out of my eyes. Landon stood on standby, with a bucket of water, so that he could extinguish the flames from the burning curtains.



“I did it!!” I screamed with relief. The feeling was amazing, even though it burned like hell the first few times.

“Finally,” my parents and Landon said in unison.

“Well, sorry, but some things take time,” I replied with a grimace. “You all make it look so easy and it’s not. Plus when I felt the burning in my eyes, the first time, I was scared to release it, fearing that my eyeballs would turn to mush.”

“No worries about that sweet heart. I felt the same when I was discovering my powers.” My father said with a chuckle.

“I want to try one more thing, now that I know my eyeballs are not going to turn to mush. I have a different feeling I want to release.” I said with curiosity springing out in my words.

“What is it, Elizabeth?” my father said with as much curiosity that I had. He looked concerned though. He knows that I have more powers, than just the ones he has, but I have had to discover them.

I have two different feelings that associate with my eyes, when I get pissed. The first one is very painful with an extreme amount of burning. It starts at my eyes and works its way down both my arms. I feel like they are on fire and it hurts, but not so bad that I want to scream.

The second one is much stronger and a lot more painful than the feeling in my arms. The burning of course always starts at my eyes, but instead of stopping at my fingertips, it proceeds down to my toes. My whole body feels like it is on fire and it is only caused when I feel extremely pissed beyond my control.

I wanted to try them, so I had the family taunt me and piss me off. I started feeling my eyes grow hot, and felt the tingle work its way down to my fingertips. I raised my hands up, laying them out flat with my palms up. I watched as red balls of fire formed and hovered above the palms of my hands. I moved my hands a little bit testing them out and they moved with me. I lifted my right hand up behind my head and threw it at the living room wall. It went straight through, leaving a gaping hole to see outside.

I took the other ball of fire and moved it back, from hand to hand. I was slowly moving it, one hand above the other, never touching the ball of fire, as if I was stroking it gently. With less force, I tossed it into the fire place and watched the fireplace light fire to the wood instantly. It burned so strong and fierce that the flames shot up the chimney. I am guessing that if anyone was standing outside the house, looking up, they could see the flames rising out as well.

I dropped my hands, relaxed a little while my anger subsided. I looked up at my family and they were all staring at me with their mouths hanging open just a little bit.

“What, what did I do?” I asked with concern. “Did I hurt anyone?”

My mother slowly lifted a finger pointing. I followed her finger and looked through the hole I had made. I walked closer toward the hole and seen the damage I had caused. The woods that led pass the driveway was on fire. Trees were blazing and smoking. I of course looked back at my family in shock and took off running out of the living room door.

I had to stop the fire or someone would come running to our house to inspect and I couldn’t have that. I ran out of the front door and stopped at the edge of the driveway looking into the woods. I was not really thinking about what I was doing, but I closed my eyes, threw my arms out, as if I were flying, and inhaled. I inhaled slowly and deep. I felt the heat on my face and then felt as the flames engulfed my body. I kept breathing in and deep. I stood there doing this for five minutes, then I dropped to my knees.

I heard footsteps running from behind me and I slowly opened my eyes. The fire was gone. I had inhaled every bit of it into my body. The trees didn’t look burnt, there was no smoldering fire, and there was no smoke. I looked in shock at what I had just done.

“Wow, Elizabeth, how did you know what to do? How did you know you had that power? Are you ok? You look a little pale.” My parents and Landon were talking all at once in their excited voices. I responded with mumbles and blubbers, back at their concerns and questions. I was in complete shock. How did I do that? It was amazing.

I looked up at each one of them, meeting their eyes. They had squatted next to me, touching me to make sure, I myself, was not on fire or if I was ok.

“I am not sure I am ready to try the next one of my powers.” I said.

“Elizabeth, you just inhaled the woods full of fire. You did that because you were scared. This was unexpected by any of us.” My father said slowly and gently. “We thought you were going to die, Elizabeth. Your whole body was blazing while you sucked in the fire. Now my mind is curious about what else you can do.”

“I am afraid to try. I was scared someone would see it and then bust us all.” I said with a frown. “I was afraid, we would be taken to jail for starting a fire. If that were to happen then the Dark Lord would take us all, one at a time.”

My father shook his head with empathy. “You took care of it. Now we have to see your other strengths, we are running out of time.”

“Ok, but this next one we have to do outside and I want everyone to stand far back, away from me. I think that if I can draw fire to my body and absorb it, then I can also release it.” I said getting to my feet. Landon pecked me on the lips with a quick kiss and my father patted me on the shoulder. They ran to the other side of the driveway.

With them watching, I got into position. I spread my feet a little a part. Opened my arms as if to fly and this time I didn’t need my family to piss me off. I could become pissed off at the blink of an eye, just like my father. So, I pushed myself to get extremely pissed and felt my eyes grow hot. I felt the pain and the burning through my body and down to my toes. I slowly pushed more anger out of my body and watched as flames sparked out of me. I was a walking fire ball. Covered in flames from head to toe, that of course is what my family sees and what other people would see.

I walked around and then started running; everywhere I ran I left a streak of fire behind me. This was so fun and so awesome, but it felt natural and so good to release the build up inside me. It felt like sex when you finally reached your climax and released. This is what it felt like, wonderful and amazing.

I twirled around in a circle and danced around the driveway. I couldn’t hear anything, but the roar that was behind the flames. I saw my family looking at me, in amazement and laughing at me as I danced around in the fire I created with just my body.

As quickly as it came out, I quickly pulled it all back in. The flames disappeared; my clothes were not melted or burned on to my body. My hair was not singed from my scalp and not a strand was out of place. I loved it.

I walked toward the house and my family was laughing at me. My father said quietly, who seemed to be lost in thought, “I wonder what else you can do, Elizabeth.”

“Oh Mitch, I think that is enough for one night. Let’s let her rest, all of us really need it. We will pick back up tomorrow. I am so proud of you Elizabeth, you have done so much today.” My mother said with pride beaming from her eyes.

We were all in agreement, so we decided we would take the rest of the day off. I had accomplished flames shooting out of my eyes, balls of fires in my hands, inhaling the flames from the woods fire, and setting myself on fire. Amazing, now I was going to work in the dark room, I grabbed Landon’s hand. “Come on I want to show you how this works.” We ran into the house and up the stairs to my dark room.

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We were sitting down to the beautiful dinner Julie made for us. Landon was going on talking about how I taught him everything in the dark room.

“Well where are the pictures you developed.” My father asked Landon.

“Ummmm…Elizabeth threw almost all of them away and well the other few we have, are drying.” He replied without making eye contact with my father.

“Why did you throw them away, Elizabeth?” My father asked, with a weird look on his face.

How was I supposed to tell my father that they were pictures of his murder? They were sad, gruesome, and depressing. The picture of his body lying, in the floor showed the blood splatter, as the sign for the devil. I didn’t want them anymore. My father was here, in flesh and blood. I didn’t want to see him in dead.

I laid my fork down on the table and looked at my father.

“I didn’t want them anymore that is why I threw them away.” I was so serious silence fell on the room. No clinks of forks and no sound of chewing. All eyes were on me.

“But why, Elizabeth?” my father said, with more persistence in his voice.

I became angry. “Why in the hell would I keep something awful of your murder? I took pictures of everything I was forced to do. It was the most miserable, emotional time of my life. I couldn’t have them lying around reminding me of what we are!!!” I screamed at him.

My parents both hung their heads down looking at their laps. They knew I was right and they understood completely. I felt bad for getting angry, but they shouldn’t push me to talk about something I didn’t want to talk about.

My father looked up and made eye contact with me. Our brilliant blue eyes burning into each other and said, “Are you ashamed of who we are, Elizabeth?”

I thought for a minute while we sat staring at each other. My mother was looking like we were going to kill each other, right there. She was scared of the answer I had for my father. She was proud of who she is and my father of who he is, but me, I don’t know who or what I fully am.

“I am not ashamed, but sometimes wished I was a normal teenager with a normal family, living in a normal house, and in love with a normal man.” I said sighing, “but this is my life and I am happy to be a part of it. Who knew that my first best friend and boyfriend would be a demon?” I giggled a little, lowered my eyes from my fathers, and picked up my fork. I couldn’t risk looking at any of them, especially Landon. I could feel him tense up sitting next to me.

“I understand, Elizabeth, but you are special. I am glad that Landon is your best friend; he is an amazing young man and has already decided what he wants. He doesn’t want to go back to the Underworld because he may be a demon, but he is far different than one. His father sent him here for a reason. He thought that Landon would get close to you and drag you back to the Underworld. He didn’t factor, that Landon would find love on his mission. He is a demon who should not feel anything other than hate and anger.” My father said cautiously, trying not to piss me off.

I looked up at Landon with tears in my eyes, “You lied to me?”

“I had to Elizabeth, your father didn’t send me here, but my father did. Mitch, begged me to stay away from you, but when I came into your bathroom that night. I knew then I would never be able to take you back to the Underworld. Every time I disappeared, I would go to argue with my father, telling him I couldn’t do it. Of course, I haven’t disappeared any since because he told me I had made my decision. which I have and his reply was that he shall fight me as well. He could have ended it right there for me, but he sent me back with his warning that he would be coming.” Landon said this with his head down.



When he raised his head and looked me in the eyes, I actually saw tears forming.

“Wow!!” I said. I didn’t know what else to say. Landon didn’t come to protect me; he had come to take me to the Underworld.

“Please don’t be upset, Elizabeth.” My mother said with tears in her eyes. “We love you and need you to be strong.”

“I am not upset, I am am….hurt,” I finished saying with the right word. “Please excuse me.” I said, while putting my fork down and leaving the table.

I headed up the stairs to my room. I went in laid on my bed and cried. I cried over Landon lying to me and over my father being murdered. I cried over my mother knowing more than she let on. I cried over the lies in my father’s letter. I didn’t know what was going on.

Alone, confused, hurt, and angry, I cried myself to sleep.