Zach pushed Lukas away from him, keeping an arm raised to keep the distance between them. They made eye contact. Zach was quick to look away, not wanting Lukas to see the tears burning the edges of his eyes. “You made me need you.”
“Is that really such a bad thing? Needing people isn’t a crime, Zach.”
“You made me need you,” Zach repeated, his words filled with venom and loathing. “And then you lied to me.”
In the corner of his eye Zach watched Lukas stumble back. Zach took the opportunity to blink back the tears and recover his steely expression.
“Zach-”
“When were you going to tell me?” He looked up at Lukas, the picture of innocence. “Axel may have given the order but you took advantage!”
“I didn’t-”
Zach laughed. Under different circumstances he would have sounded crazy even to himself. “You honestly expect me to believe you didn’t know? A boy shows up at your door, bleeding and broken by another man’s hands and you think he’s just going to throw himself at the next available body?”
“No, Zach, please listen to me.” Lukas inched forward. Zach didn’t know whether out of stupidity or desperation, maybe both. Regardless, his magic ignited in the palm of his hand and Lyra formed between them baring her teeth at Lukas.
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I’m tired but I promised! Here it is. The Bean and his lover Zach and Lukas’s first kiss as it will be in the book. Roughly. (Tag List let me know if you would like to be added or removed: @forlornraven @madmooninc @chaos-reigns @westywrites @ratracechronicler @micastarsandmirrors @v-writes-sometimes @cogwrites @randompandagirl)
“What’s this?” Zach held up the beige folder. It was thicker and heavier than the others on the desk, but that wasn’t what caught Zach’s eye. Across the top, printed in bold capitals, was Zach’s name. He hadn't been snooping, not really. Lukas had asked for paper and, well, perhaps he’d taken the chance to linger in a room seldom used.
“It’s the information the council gave me on you when I picked up the job.” Lukas reached for the folder, a little too eager to get it back.
Zach moved it away. “Why are you lying?”
“I’m not.”
“You are. What does it say?” He was curious. It seemed someone had taken his life, written it down, and stuck it in a neat little folder to share with god knows how many people. If they got to know the contents, then surely, he had a right to know too.
“It’s … it’s just a record of official reports and the basic information we knew about you at the time.”
“Official reports of what?” He wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer, but Lukas’s reluctance to answer him made him all the more curious.
“Your magic use, your coven, your … relationships.”
Zach took a step back. Relationships?
“Calliope Matthews, Rumina Walters, and –” Lukas paused, gauging Zach’s expression before continuing, “– Samuel West.”
“You knew? You knew about Sammy?”
Lukas nodded.
Zach ran a hand over his mouth, processing it all. If the council knew about Sammy they probably knew everything else too. Which meant – “You were using me,” he whispered.
“Zach, it’s not like that.”
“Don’t lie to me!” Zach threw the folder at Lukas. Pages scattered like confetti across the floor. “You used me! Manipulated me from the start. All for what? To get to him?”
Lukas had him pinned to the wall in a heartbeat. His hands clamped tight around Zach’s wrists. “At first, yes. The council thought they could use you to lure Samuel out. But–”
“But what?” Zach spat. “Is this the part where you give me some bullshit speech about falling in love and … and …” Lukas dropped his gaze, not willing to look Zach in the eye. “Oh god.”
Lukas’s shoulder’s slumped. “I didn’t mean for it to happen.”
“No.”
“Zach –”
“We can't.”
“Why? Because of an old wives’ tale? It’s not real.”
“You’re a Shadow. Real or not, our energies don't mix.”
“Of course they do. Witches and Shadows, they're born from each other.”
“Which is why it will never work. We’d only end up –” Zach never finished. Lukas’s lips were on his, silencing him.
For all his protesting, Zach found himself leaning into the kiss, wanting more. He hadn't kissed anyone since Sammy. But the two couldn’t compare. With Sammy, there were rules, expectations, and promises.
With Lukas? In his kiss there weren’t a thousand unspoken words mixed with hundreds of promises, there was an idea. A simple idea that maybe he could be happy.
Lukas dropped Zach's wrists. One hand moving behind his head, the other snaked under his shirt pressing against the small of his back pulling him closer. The contact sent a shiver up his spine and his body buzzed. For the first time in months, he felt warm.
Lukas pulled back, resting his forehead against Zach’s. His breath hot on Zach’s flushed cheeks. “Isn’t this real enough for you? Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out. Together.”
For the first time in a long time, Zach felt content. With his head on the pillow and Lukas’s fingers tracing strange, and probably random, patterns across his back, the tension of the past six months eased just a little.
“What’s this from?” Lukas trailed his fingers across the scar on Zach’s right shoulder. “It looks like an ‘S’.” Zach turned his head towards Lukas but didn’t offer an explanation. He didn’t need to. Lukas averted his gaze and pulled his hand away. “Sorry.”
Zach pulled himself up, straddling Lukas and taking his face between his hands. “Don’t be.”
“I should have thought – I don’t want to hurt you. Not in any way. Ever.”
“And you haven’t.” It was a lie, of course. Zach ached all over, but it was an ache he’d willingly endure repeatedly for the rest of his life if he could.
Lukas didn’t look convinced. He put his hands, ever so gently, against the bruises forming on Zach’s skin.
“Hey.” Zach pulled his attention away from the marks. “You don’t need to treat me like I’m fragile, okay? I can take a hell of a beating before I break. These,” he indicated to the bruises, “aren’t the work of someone who hates me.”
Lukas hesitated, his face contorting into a grimace. “You are kind of fragile.”
A wicked grin spread across Zach’s face, he caught Lukas’s hands in his, pinning them to the wall. “Oh really? Are you forgetting what I am?”
“Of course not. You’re a stubborn witch with no regard for the rules.”
“Don’t you forget it.”
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“I need an animal.” Zach squinted at the empty field in front of them.
Lukas put his hands on his hips looking at Zach like he was crazy. “Are we even in the right spot?”
“Yes. Animal. Now. Unless you're volunteering to be the guinea pig?”
Lukas scowled and stepped back into his shadow, disappearing. He emerged a few minutes later from the tree line to the left of the field, his hands clasped together a good arm's length away from his body. Zach held his hand open and he dropped a small field mouse onto his palm. The mouse wasn't fazed by Zach and settled instantly.
Running his finger along the little creature’s spine, Zach chewed his lip deep in thought. “Take it off.”
Lukas tensed. “Excuse me?”
Zach held out his other hand, shaking the Block. “Take it off. Please.”
Lukas squared his shoulders. “No.”
“Worth a try.” Zach shrugged inspecting the mouse.
“You’re not gonna kill it, are you?”
Zach glanced at Lukas without raising his head. “Would that make you uncomfortable?”
Lukas shifted, inching away from Zach.
“No,” he sighed, refraining from rolling his eyes. He’d have to work on Lukas’s sense of humour. Or lack thereof. “Blood Magic isn’t really my thing.”
Zach looked at the bracelet on his wrist. With his teeth, he undid the knot. He didn’t want to use it, but desperate times called for desperate measures. He could probably fix it later.
Undoing just enough of the bracelet he tore a small piece from it and shoved the rest in his pocket.
The thread warmed up against his skin as he rubbed it between his thumb and forefinger until it glowed. The mouse stirred, turning in circles. Zach lowered the light to the mouse. It nibbled at it and squealed. Zach continued running his finger along its fur murmuring, “I know, I know.”
“What is that?” Lukas leaned in to peer at the mouse.
“Pure solidified magic,” Zach said without bothering to explain further.
“Is the mouse okay?”
“Yeah. It’s not the most pleasant thing having someone in your head. Especially when you’re this small.” The mouse stopped squealing. Breathing heavily, it settled again in Zach’s palm.
“Wait, you’ve had the ability to do magic this whole time?”
“Not really. It’s not like it’s an endless supply.”
“No magic is an endless supply.”
“Fair point.” Zach knelt in the grass staring straight ahead. If his hunch was right, and he was sure it was, the coven would be somewhere in front of them. He released the mouse and watched it stagger slightly before finding it’s footing running forward. Keeping his eyes on the mouse he straightened up and asked, “How many witches have you dealt with?”
There was silence for a moment, Zach could feel Lukas's eyes on him.
“Including you? Four.”
“Were they all part of your job?” Out of the corner of his eye he saw Lukas's head bob. “Hm.”
“Zach-”
He held up a hand, silencing Lukas then pointed to the mouse. “Watch.”
Twenty feet ahead of them, the mouse stopped. For a moment it seemed frozen, propped on its back legs peering over the grass. Then in a puff of grey smoke, it was gone.
“What the hell?” Lukas went to move forward but Zach caught his arm.
“They have protective barriers in place.” He waved his hand towards the empty space.
“But that … that looked like shadows.”
“That’s because it is. This barrier is designed to keep hunters like you out.”
“Well, you can’t go in on your own.”
Zach shrugged. He really didn’t want to go in alone, not that he’d ever admit that out loud. Since entering the field, an uneasiness had settled in the pit of his stomach, but he couldn’t quite understand why.
Before they’d left the library, Zach had asked Lukas about the council’s collection of grimoires. It hadn’t been difficult finding a book belonging to this particular coven. They were large enough, and practiced magic often enough, that he would have been more surprised if no arrests had ever been made.
So far, the information had proved useful. Up until the mouse vanished and the barrier remained. Zach had thought mimicking shadows on a small scale would grant them access to the coven. Apparently, the barrier had much more sinister intentions.
“Do you have a plan?” Lukas asked.
Zach pursed his lips, deep in thought, weighing up their options. He finally turned to Lukas who looked at him expectantly. “You’re not gonna like it.”
“Try me.”
“The barrier is a ward against Shadows. And I can’t get through without my magic.”
“So…?”
“So, if we want to get in without dying we have to almost die. Well, you do.”
Lukas turned away, staring across the open space ahead of them. “How badly do we need to get in there?”
“We need Kora and Axel.”
“Okay,” Lukas took a deep breath. “What do I need to do?”
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Zach is the MC of my WIP, Dark Magic. This is just some basic information about him and his past.
Zachary (Zach) Donovan is a witch. His mother died when he was born and after six years in an orphanage he was taken in by a coven and raised until he left at eighteen.
The coven taught him all they could but the laws prohibiting the use of magic meant his education couldn’t extend past theory. So when Zach turned eighteen he left the coven to start practicing magic without dragging his family into trouble.
After nearly two years of being away from the coven, Zach learns they were attacked. Slaughtered. No one survives.
This is where the story starts. Zach avenging his slaughtered family.
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From his seat at the table, Zach watched Emily move around Lukas's kitchen with the ease of someone who’d obviously been there many times. A nagging question sat on the tip of his tongue. They were alone, he couldn't wait any longer. “You’re not a Shadow?”
“No. Neither is Sophia.” Emily smiled at her daughter. Sophia was swinging her legs, scribbling across her colouring books, not paying the slightest attention to their conversation. “I’m a telepath. But you already knew that.”
Zach nodded. There was no point denying that he recognised her. Those first few days with Mina he'd spent a lot of time drugged to high heaven while she reset the bones in his arm, but he could remember snippets, fragments here and there. People by his side asking questions though never really waiting for an answer before getting exactly what he needed. But Emily? He remembered the firm grip she kept on his hand. The hours she seemed to spend hovering over him. Enough time passed and Zach realised he remembered more of those days than the day Mina said she'd adopted him. He'd asked her enough times about it and he almost believed he could remember it. Almost. “It was you, wasn’t it?”
Emily sighed, her shoulders dropping. She crouched by Sophia and whispered, “Sweetie, why don’t you take that into daddy and Uncle Lukas?”
Sophia nodded and scooped up her supplies, bouncing out of the room. Emily finished making the sandwich and sat it in front of him. He pushed it away, waiting for an answer.
She pulled out the chair opposite him. "How long?"
“A few months.”
“How?”
“A spell backfired. Guess it disabled your block.”
“I’m so sorry, Zach.” She reached for his hand, he pulled away before she could make contact. “Mina wanted to spare you the pain.”
“That wasn’t her choice to make. Or yours.”
“I know. Believe me, I know. We only did what we thought was best.”
"They were my memories!" He jumped to his feet, the chair toppling over behind him, and began pacing. He’d imagined this conversation several times. The things he would say. The hundred of practised speeches about the violation of his past. The harsh words he had planned for Mina and Emily. It all abandoned him now when he needed it.
Emily tracked him up and down the room. Her hands braced against the table top, torn between standing and remaining seated. "Do you really think you could have handled them? You were already struggling to control your power. You think knowing you'd killed seven people was going to help? We were trying to help a terrified little boy. Is that so wrong?”
