“I wished for you too.”
-Practical Magic


1. Chapter One

Sophie Barrett was a witch. And not a witch in the sense that she worshiped evil spirits or sacrificed small animals to any dark forces. No, Sophie was a witch in the traditional sense. Meaning, she had a black cat, books full of spells and incantations, and sometimes late at night when the world was asleep she pulled a broom out of her closet and stared at it longingly, wishing she could fly away.

She could fly, and that was a problem for her. She wasn’t allowed to fly.

Sophie was also a teenage witch. And not in the sense that her cat could talk and she could make things happen by pointing her finger and willing them into existence. No, Sophie’s cat couldn’t talk and spells required a lot more than just pointing your finger and wishing things to happen. Sophie was a teenage witch who lived in a town far too stuffed full with nosy people, and she’d gotten her flying privileges revoked when she scared a group of nuns the previous Halloween.

When Sophie was little, her mother had taught her everything she needed to know about witchcraft. But there comes a time in every witch’s life when they must separate from their mentors and begin their own journeys. And Sophie wasn’t a witch like Kiki was a witch, because as I said, cats can’t talk. And majority of the world wasn’t very up to date on the understanding and acceptance of witchcraft.

My point is, Sophie had to move out on her own. So her mother packed up and moved across town, close enough to keep her eye on the girl, but far enough away so that their magical workings didn’t get mixed up and cause electrical damage. Sophie lived in a small three bedroom house with her former best friend and the ex-friend’s mother.

When Sophie and said friend, Cara, met in middle school they had been inseparable. Sophie’s mother warned her against such tight friendships. “Witches don’t make very good friends for muggles,” she said “And vice versa.” By “muggles” she meant “non-magical folk” because, unfortunately, Hogwarts didn’t exist either. Or at least, Sophie had never gotten a letter.

Her mother had been right all along, and the friendship deteriorated when Sophie came to live with Cara and her mother. Most teenagers are prone to fighting with one another, but Cara took it to a whole new level when she attempted to slander Sophie’s name by telling the entire school that she was a witch. And not the good kind. She had intended to point Sophie out as a freak, but she truly didn’t know just how right she’d been.

So Sophie remained in the small little house in a room that faced the street. She didn’t speak to her surrogate family as much as she should have. She missed her mother and school was lonely for a rumored witch. Her mother had been right about not being friends with non-magical folk. The only issue is that magical folk tended to stay away from each other too. There were covens, she heard, in the busier parts of the world, but Sophie never liked the idea of them. And she remained solitary, hiding her broom in her closet where prying eyes couldn’t start rumors.

The thing about magical folk, though, is that even though they tend to stay away from one another they always tend to happen across each other unexpectedly. There were all sorts of magical creatures. From witches to fairies and shapeshifters, but there weren’t as many of them as there were muggles. And a magical person often did not intrude on another magical person’s territory without first getting their blessing.

However, Sophie didn’t believe there was much to offer a magical person in her single small territory. Her mother owned a trinket shop on the other side of town that offered tarot and palm readings, but that was the closest this uptight little town got to real witchcraft, and Sophie’s part of town was boringly devoid of any signs of magic. Except for herself, obviously.

So of course it startled her to find the boy in her bedroom that afternoon after school. She had let herself in after searching for her familiar, the cat who couldn’t speak, and found him standing by the window holding her crystal ball as if he could really get a reading from it.

She had seen him earlier that day at school. He was a new boy, with slick black hair and a pointed face. He was tall and long with spidery limbs, and as pale as death itself. She should have known right away what he was, but sometimes it was hard to tell during the day. Their true features didn’t show themselves until nightfall. So at that moment the boy appeared as human as she did. And that, as you may have gathered, is not always the case.

“What are you doing with that?” she snapped as she tossed her heavy bag onto the floor and shut her door. They were on the second floor of the house and there was no way for him to reach her window from below. Unless he flew, but she didn’t know if that was possible for his kind. Then again she’d never met anyone like him before.

“You know you’re all the same,” he said as he ran his long fingers over the clear crystal. “You all have the same neo-goth hippy thing going on.” She stomped across the room and yanked the ball out of his hands.

“You’re going to soil it with your grubby hands,” she said as she stuck it back on the bronze holder that was sitting on her shelf. He folded his long arms over his chest and looked around the room.

“I like the look of your room though. It has a more teen angst vibe than… shrunken heads.” She rolled her eyes and sat down on her bed. Then she reached for a heavy book and propped it open on her knees.

“And your kind always have the same spoiled rich boy thing going on.”

“It was either this or Dracula. But the cloak doesn’t exactly fit in. Besides, it’s not my fault I have money. Interest builds.”

“So you decided to go for Edward over Dracula? Typical.”

“Bite me, Broom-Hilda.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Came to check you out. Make sure you’re not one of those slaying types.” He casually looked at his fingernails, as if he was waiting for them to sprout talons. She flipped a page and continued her search for the section on leaches.

“I’m not interested in slaying,” she said. “But you’re in my territory.”

“I didn’t know there were witches in the area.”

“Just me. And my mom. But she’s across town. We mucked up each other’s energies.” He laughed and reached for the crystal ball again. This time he tossed it into the air like a baseball and caught it when it came back down. She looked up over the edge of the book and sent him a glare.

“You don’t seem very frightened of me,” he said as he tossed the ball again.

“I’m not scared of your kind. You can’t hurt me as much as I can hurt you.”

“Pretty confident in your abilities.”

“I had a good teacher.” She sat the book down on the bed and stood up to face him. “Why are you here, bloodsucker?” He smiled and tossed the ball up and down.

“Had to move again. Previous territory was compromised. Couple of slayers tried to kill my mom. It was pretty messy. Took her a few days to recover.”

Sophie reached out and snatched the ball from him. She was going to have to cleanse it before using it again, and there was no certainty that his entire being didn’t screw up the whole crystal. She hated starting fresh. She slid it back into the bronze holder and looked him straight in his pale blue eyes. But he gave her a false pout and kicked his legs out like some sort of tragic James Dean character.

“You’re not going to make me leave, are you?” he asked with a mock whine.

“You can stay as long as you don’t kill anyone,” she told him. He smiled.

“I never kill. There’s no fun in that. So what’s your story, Broom-Hilda?”

“Stop calling me Broom-Hilda. I don’t have a story.”

“Everyone has a story. Why are you letting me stay?” She sighed heavily and put her hand on her hip.

“No reason,” she defended. “I’ve just never met one of you and I was curious.”

His smile changed to a flirty one. Magical creatures COULD live in the same space comfortably. It was only witches who mucked up each other’s energies. And magical creatures could also use each other. Sometimes Sophie went out of town to find others when she needed things that only magic’s could provide. But she wouldn’t need to go anywhere if she had a vampire within her reach. She just didn’t know how to go about asking for those kinds of things.

“What did your book say?” he asked with a nod to the bed behind her.

“My book said you can stay, but not in my house. It’s time to leave.” She put her hands on his chest and pushed him toward the window. “And next time use the door.” He stuck one long leg out of the window sill and sent her a toothy grin.

“Until next time, Brooms,” he said. Then he vanished.



Okay, I had a dream a few nights ago and I woke up and was like "This would be cute if it was a real story." Then I saw this Halloween contest, and I was like "Ima do it."

So the story is meant to be just kinda fun. I have no idea how many chapters it will be and if they'll all be done by Halloween. I have the general idea of what's going to happen in the story, but no real plan yet. Just kinda winging it. Which is why I'm posting the first chapter already.

So we have a witch, a cat (that doesn't talk), and a cute vampire. And they're about to have an adventure.

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