1 Under Your Spell

The trip to Barcelona.

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Spencer's pov

Ember Stormie Athena Pierce:

Age:18 born October 31st 1993

Height: 5'6''

Grade: 12

Languages: English, Italian, French, Spanish.

Interesting. She knows every language I know. I wonder how fluently. She is only a year younger thanme and in the same grade. And our birthdays are on Halloween. Curious, I read on.

Family: two little siblings and her father, mother abandoned them when Ember was ten.

Species: Full blooded witch, and a very powerful one at that


And then there is a picture of her. She is beautiful.


FF>>

Ember's pov

I sit in the limo quietly, keeping to myself. That is until the boy sits beside me.


Il mio nome è Spencer. E 'un piacere conoscerti. (everytime there is anothr lanuage spoken the translation will come at the end in an author's note)

Ciao Spencer. Come fai a sapere parlo Italin? I ask confused.

E 'stato nel file che ho letto questa mattina. So che ogni lingua che si parla.

Il mio file? Cosa vuol dire il mio file?

He looks uncomfortable. Niente. Non è nulla.


I shrug. "Okay. Where are we going?"

"We are going to Barcelona."

My eyes widen. "Barcelona? As in Spain? As in one of the most beautiful cities in the world, Barcelona?"

He shrugs. "If that is what you want to call it. Yes."

"You guys live there?!"

"Yeah?"

I cannot believe it. I am going to be living in one of the most beautiful cities, in my opinion. "Wow." From England to Barcelona.

"Yeah the trip is going to be a while so get some sleep if you want. I will wake you up when we get home."

I wake up I don't even know how many hours later to someone carying me cradled. These big strong arms are unfamiliar but something a girl could get used to quick. I look up to see Spencer carrying me off of a plane. "Go back to sleep. We'll be there soon."

I don't even realize that I have obeyed him until I wake up again, this time I am laying down in the backseat of a limo with just Deanna and Spencer. Spencer is on both knees beside my head telling me to wake up in a soft voice. He smiles when my eyes open.

"We're here." He says simply.
WOW!


My name is Spencer. It is a pleasure to meet you.

Hello Spencer. How do you know I speak Italin?

It was in your file that I read this morning. I know every language that you speak.

My file? What do you mean my file?

Nothing. It is nothing.