#familiar witch

biogrpaphy:

tw: violence, death,

gem wasn’t very lucky. she had never been. never able to catch a break. never able to catch a breath of good intention from the universe. it had always been difficult. it had always fought her for all that she was worth.

gem grew up as basic as most people did. her mother and father were very hardworking, and a bit set in their ways. her mother was a witch, her father a familiar. gemma always wished she could look up to them as a poster for love, but they had always showed more devotion to each other than their children. it had caused them to never be close, but things hit an even more turbulent twist when gemma came of age.

coming out wasn’t absolutely necessary. her parents had never actually asked her; probably out of fear of hearing the inevitable answer. gemma was defiant though. if she were going to live and love a certain way she didn’t want there to be any question at all.

in anyone’s hopes and dreams, gem’s parents would have had a happy reaction, or even fall under apathetic.

but gem just wasn’t lucky.

she was quickly removed from her family’s home. it took less than one day to get her and all of her belongings out. sixteen years of a home built home, all removed in 17 hours.

her connection with her brothers and sisters were severed. at first she had no phone or money to get one, and as the years went on every time she tried to reach out, her parents abruptly blocked the number and threatened lawsuit… their specialty.

the next few years were hard. she had to consistently sleep on the couch of friends while she tried to figure out her life. for awhile, she dealt drug to kids. not the most glamorous of jobs, but she needed money desperately. it was also convenient, because if she needed to get out of somewhere in a hurry she could shift into her familiar form, a black cat, and stealth away.

it brought in good money for awhile, but it quickly dried up. she was lonely, and afraid as she searched for something she could do to give herself not only a job, but hopefully some purpose.

eventually the familiar had to resort to helping a gang; well a gang of supernatural people. the majority of the things they had done was steal from hunters and destroy their supplies. some times if things got intense… tough decisions were made. occasionally people got hurt.

she was given a sense of community as well as compensation. and to make it a bit more enticing… she had met someone.

the gang worked the same way many ranking packs did. there was one guy in charge. he was strict and intimidating, but no one ever really saw him. there was simply too much for him to do to be around a lot. second in pecking order, there was a few people that were a step below. they handled more of the day to day things and ran more missions. one of the people who were in this 2nd rank, a witch named iris, had assigned just the two of them to retrieve a list of products from a hunter’s post. it was abandoned, so it wasn’t high enough risk to take the whole crew. their main target was to steal guns. they were successful and able to take everything and more that they were after… but it just so happened that iris had also managed to steal gemma’s heart.

the feelings were mutual. feelings were running so high that they immediately bonded, making gemma iris’s familiar for the rest of her life. it felt like for once she had caught a lucky break. of course, until she found out that iris was actually engaged to the the man  running their entire gang. iris couldn’t find happiness with him though. he was never around and even when he was, he couldn’t give her affection of any kind in worry that people would see it as special treatment. she couldn’t leave him for the fear of the entire gang turning on her; not to mention his miserable temper.

so they had to keep things secret. gem felt wary at first, but quickly fell into the habits of quiet kisses, and sneaking off for late night rendezvous. she adored them for what they were- risking it all for their own love.

they were able to keep their secret for nearly a couple years. and when the brute, as gem referred to him, was surprisingly resourceful in efforts to confront them. he had waited until he knew iris and gem would be sneaking off and decided to wait until he could catch them in the act. of course he came in with the strength of a bull. both gemma and iris received intensive injuries, but they fought on and held their own.

all three were tired, but when he had had taken slowed down enough for gem to pull a knife, she lunged forward in the offensive. but so did iris. iris had seen her fiancé pull a gun and jumped in to protect her love from the gunshot with one of her own to drop him.

and while sweet iris was successful in that, she wasn’t successful in avoiding gemma’s blade.

he had fallen first, but a breath later she had as well. gemma had tried all she could to stop the bleeding, but nothing would work. she was left holding onto her lovers hand as she slipped away.

gemma was never lucky.

three months had passed and gem was still trying to find a place to call home. thankfully she had a friend, lyra, that was able to help her learn of a small town. her newly obtained ability to use magic is taking some getting adjusted too, but shes hoping that things will fall into place.