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Author's Note: Here's Ch.11, I'm not sure if I would call this filler or not. There is a nice little ending that sets things up for the remainder of the story. Might be a few days before Ch.12 is posted because I didn't get a chance to write it and I want to write it and Ch.13 before I post it. I'd like to thank djkauf for the editing and everyone else for loving my universe so much.

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Ch.11

“This the place?” asked Carson as he pulled up in front of the building. “Master Chang’s, it sounds like a Chinese restaurant?”

I ignored the comment, instead looking at the building before us. It was strange that I never noticed that the town had a martial arts dojo. It was a little place wedged between a small Christian bookstore and a tiny Italian eatery. The only thing that differentiated it from the other places on either side was its name. I pulled a slip of paper out of my hoodie just to make sure I had the right place. Hey, stranger things have happened, especially in this town.

“This is it I guess,” I said, confirming we had the right address.

Carson nodded. “I’m going to head to the gym. You have my cell number; give me a call when you’re done.”

I nodded and left his monstrous truck. He waited until I was standing on the curb before he pulled away. I watched the truck go, glad that he wasn’t going to be around to embarrass me. I loved my cousin, of course, but Carson had this way of making himself the center of attention. Sometimes that wasn’t a good thing either, because most of the time he was making an ass out of himself doing it. The ladies loved him and some of the guys worshiped him but a lot of people laughed at him, too. Of course, none of them did it to his face. I used to be one of those laughing ones actually. Carson tried too hard to be the buffoon, making others like him. If he just decided to be himself, he’d be surprised at how many friends he actually got.

I took a deep breath before entering the building though. When I let it out, I could see my breath. It was a little cold for the middle of September but at least it was the weekend. I hated sitting in class when they refused to turn the heat on until like November. Now that it was Saturday, I could bundle up a bit and not look like the only idiot dressed too warmly. There was another reason I loved that it was Saturday, it was the main reason actually---school was over for a few days. The rest of the week had gone by fairly normally, well a lot more than Monday. After getting home Monday night, I spent a lot of time thinking about the car, the body and what just happened. I had trouble sleeping that whole night actually.

In the morning there was nothing on the news about it, which was strange. It was absent from the paper too. I tried to talk to Tommy about what he saw but he refused to say anything. He said he wanted to forget it, which I understood completely. I did ask Carson about it on the ride to school and he told me to forget it too. “Things are taken care of, that’s all you need to know,” he said when I pressed him for more info. So I tried to put it behind me. That’s how my Tuesday went, trying to forget something that was hard to forget. By Thursday, it was almost completely gone from my mind until I saw the news story when I got back home from school, apparently Maury Goldsmith---a very prominent real estate agent---died of a fatal heart attack. When they showed his picture, I recognized enough of the man to realize that he was the very same one from the woods. I realized that that’s how things worked in this town. Someone died---killed by one of The Unseen---and the authorities covered it up. First, it was Dad’s lawyer then the Thompsons and now Mr. Goldsmith. It made me wonder how many other people died under mysterious means only to have their true deaths covered up.

And how many more were still to come.

I tried to force the dismal thoughts from my mind as I heard the bell ding and I got my first true look inside Master Chang’s. It might have sounded like a cheesy Chinese restaurant but on the inside, it was anything but. I used to like watching kung fu movies, there was something about seeing two guys kick the hell out of one another. Most of it was done outside of the dojo but when the characters actually got to the dojo, it looked exactly like this. There were blue mats on the floor, punching bags in the corner. There was a wall that was one huge mirror just like you see in the movies. Also just like in the movies, there was a class going on, all the participants dressed in white outfits.

I lingered near the door, watching with interest.

There was a class of twenty or so, all practicing kicking or something. I scanned the faces, trying to see if any of them looked familiar. It appeared though that I’d come in on a younger group, most of the kids here looked like middle school age. As I was looking at them, I noticed movement off to my right. I turned and a pretty blonde girl was coming toward me. She was dressed in a white shirt and gray sweats, her hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. I looked at the direction she was coming from, finding a whole different part of the dojo that you couldn’t see from the door. This area had a boxing ring and more mats with some workout equipment in the far corner.

As she got closer, I could smell her sweat. It was quite overpowering to my enhanced senses.

“Are you Tracy?”

That kind of surprised me. She smiled at my confusion.

“I’m Carly, Chris’s older sister” She held out her hand, which I shook, still a bit confused. She clarified quickly. “He said you might be stopping by, asked me to show you around.”

Confusion still not dissipating.

“Ummm” I said and she laughed.

“My little brother threw you into the deep end without floaties didn’t he?”

I nodded. “He told me to come here yesterday but didn’t say much more than that.”

I knew there was a dojo in town because Chris mentioned it when I was signing up for the Club. It was mentioned once or twice at the only Club meeting I attended but I didn’t really know much more than that. The meeting was yesterday after school but it only appeared to be Chris and me there. The Club had more members apparently but they rarely made the meetings. So after Chris told me where to meet him, giving me directions, we called it quits. I was a bit disappointed actually, thinking that maybe we might actually do something. But as it turns out the Martial Arts Club might have been a bit of a dud after all. I now knew why there was no one signing up for it.

“So Chris told you nothing?” I shook my head, she laughed. “That’s Chris for you. Craig is the more responsible twin that’s for sure.”

I nodded, forgetting that Chris was a twin. I knew his brother Craig only by reputation. He was a bit of a brain, in a lot of advanced classes actually. I was smart but nowhere near as intelligent as Craig Harper. The guy was probably going to be Valedictorian of our senior class. In contrast, his brother Chris was probably going to be lucky enough to finish tenth grade. All Chris seemed to care about were computers and karate.

“Well this is the dojo,” said Carly as she waved her arms around lazily, clearly Carly and Chris had more in common than he did with his own twin. “It’s not much to look at but I think Dad would have been proud of it.”

“Your Dad?”

She nodded. “This was his dream child. He started it up when the twins were about two years or so. Sadly he and Mom never got to see it come to much after that.”

I was surprised. I never realized that the Harper Twins were a lot like me. Of course, both their parents were dead but I knew how they felt in a way. It was horrible not knowing Mom. I loved Constance but I still yearned for my own mother. Knowing now that Chris and Craig went through something similar made me feel closer to them somehow. I would definitely think of Chris differently that’s for sure.

“So do they live with you?” I asked, concerned for their well being all of the sudden.

Carly laughed. “Hardly. Do I look like someone capable of raising two little brats like them?” She laughed even louder. “After Mom and Dad passed we moved in with my uncle Patrick. He’s sorta like the family Patriarch but I’m sure you know all about that Little Miss Locke.”

She winked at the last bit. I knew Patrick Harper but I never made the connection. Looking around this place now, looking at Carly and thinking about Chris, it was hard to imagine. Mr. Harper was up there as far as rich men went. Not quite as financially sound as say us or the Stiles but he was wealthy in his own right. He owned the newspaper---the Ravencrest Gazette. The locals called it the “Raven Rag”, partially because it was kind of dry and partially because nothing of interest went on to put into it. I knew that to be different now. Interesting things did in fact go on around here but they just never made the proper news. I couldn’t help but wonder what Mr. Harper would think if he knew the truth about the real Ravencrest.

“So you run this place then?” I asked, meaning the dojo.

She nodded. “Took over when I turned eighteen. Dad wanted to keep it in the family I guess.”

I nodded. “So who’s Master Chang then?”

“Beats the hell out of me.”

She led me over to the boxing ring. We got there in time to see two fighters enter. Their heads were covered by protective gear so I couldn’t see their faces but one of them was wearing a Wile E. Coyote shirt. The other one was a girl, I could tell by her shape, of course. It surprised me a bit to see that actually. The guy was pretty well built, not overly ripped but built enough that it was clear who would be the victor in this fight. As soon as the fight started, I was surprised by a lot of things. The first being that they started kicking one another and the second, of course, was she was holding her own. She was fast, with real fancy footwork. The guy was fast too but she had grace and finesse, he was all power. They danced around one another for quite a while, delivering kick after kick. This went on for a while too, neither really making much of a dent on the others defenses.

Finally, Carly jumped into the ring and pulled them apart.

“Ok you two” she said, pushing them away. “Fight’s over, hit the showers.”

I heard the girl huff before she pulled off her head covering. The first thing I saw was a long braid of dark hair tumble out, dropping down the length of her back. When she turned to me, it was clear she was related to Carly. They had similar facial features, the same nose, the same green eyes. She looked at me for a long while, scrutinizing me intensely. Looking at her, I thought I saw something, something that didn’t quite fit her right. I gave her outfit a quick once over: yoga pants, tank top. She looked the part but she looked out of place too, a bit awkward maybe.

`”Your girlfriend is here,” she snorted at the guy before leaving the ring via the other side.

I watched her go, her braid swaying as she disappeared through a door.

That’s when the guy turned to me and pulled off his gear, surprising the hell out of me. “Hey Tracy” said Chris with the biggest smile. “Glad you could make it.”

Chris pulled off his gloves, handing them to his sister. Carly gave him a look then pinched her nose. “Bro, before you start drooling over her, you definitely need a shower.”

Chris gave her a gentle shove. I couldn’t help but blush. Yeah I blushed and it scared the hell out of me. I’d been trying to avoid thinking about guys but it was getting harder and harder. All this week they were all over me, thanks to the fricken pheromones. I was so busy my first day back that I didn’t notice but as soon as Tuesday had come around it was like I was the biggest side of beef in the world. It took only a day or so for the guys to forget about Mike and his previous nether region. None of them clamped a hand over their crotch when I walked by. Now it was all “Hey Tracy” and “How ya doing Tracy”.

Chris didn’t say anything else as he climbed out of the ring and followed braid girl through the far door. I watched him go, I couldn’t help it. At school, he seemed like such a bump but here there was just something so totally different about him. I’m sad and horrified to say that I was actually watching him a little more than I wanted to as he disappeared. I turned away quickly; Carly was smiling a little wickedly at me.

“What?” I asked, trying not to blush.

“Nothing” she said with a smile then added. “So have you given any thought to what kind of martial arts you might want to try?”

I hadn’t really but now that I thought about it, I really wanted to be like that girl up there.

“What were they doing?”

Carly smiled. “Good choice.”

“Between you and my brother” said Chris panting. “I think I’m going to retire.”

The two of us were sitting on a little bench bolted to the wall. We’d just spent the last two hours teaching me the finer points of kickboxing. I was a bit reluctant to try at first---even after watching him demonstrate more than a few times---but now I was getting the hang of it. It was a lot more complicated than I thought but after only a few go’s at it, I was learning fast. Too fast for my liking actually. It was like Math class all over again. Something that should have been impossible---that I knew was impossible---was suddenly much too easy. He only had to show me something once and I quickly mastered it, almost as if I’d been doing it my whole life.

After showing me the basics, we went right into it. Well not really into it but close. He put these things on his hands and had me kick at them again and again. It’s what he called his usual warm up. It was kind of tedious but I understand the reasoning. I think he was afraid that if I got right into the ring I might hurt myself. Though I took to the sport easily, there was still a lot that I didn’t know. He wanted to do things slowly and work me up to the ring.

He took a swig from his water bottle and handed it over. I took it without question, taking a nice long drink. When I was done, he gave me the strangest look.

“Something wrong?” I asked, tossing the bottle back.

He shook his head. “It’s strange but you’re not like I thought you were going to be.”

I laughed. “Is that good or bad?”

He smirked. “I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just that girls that look like you, they don’t normally act the way you do.”

“What’s wrong with the way I look?”

“Nothing, you look great” He cursed, I found myself slightly blushing. “What I meant was, I honestly thought you were fucking with me. You came out of nowhere---on your first day no less---and signed right up. That usually doesn’t happen. The other guys in the club thought you were fucking with us actually.”

I nodded. “So that’s why I was the only one at Friday’s meeting?”

He sighed. “Sorry about that. They didn’t want to be there to see you burn us. To be honest I thought you were messing with me too. I never actually thought you were going to show, in fact I lost money on it.”

I frowned. “How much?”

He shrugged. “Ten bucks.”

I feigned insult. “I’m only worth a lousy ten bucks?”

He shook his head quickly. “Much more than that.”

I couldn’t help but smile. Why was I smiling, I shouldn’t be smiling? He was smiling too. Oh, God were we flirting? I’d never flirted before, especially with a guy. I didn’t talk to many girls before besides Mary but that was totally different. The first time I ever really talked to other girls was that day before my birthday. First, it was Britney then Clara. When Dana started talking to me at my party, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. But flirting, I wasn’t even sure how to flirt with a girl. Now on the other hand, I was certain I was some damn pro at it or something. Was there something wrong with me? I shouldn’t like it but I did. I wanted to feel sick to my stomach and it scared me that I didn’t.

Why wasn’t I sick? What the hell did that mean?

“You ok?’ asked Chris, I nodded. “You went a little quiet and looked like you were going to throw up. I didn’t work you too hard did I?”

I shook my head. “Just had a weird thought is all.”

Chris sighed. “Definitely not like other girls, that’s for sure.”

He kept saying that. It was starting to scare me. “I don’t get out much”

Chris laughed. Damn I’m doing it again.

“See right there” he said with a smile. “The way you act, the way you talk. Another girl would have been insulted by what I said. But you, you threw a joke right back at me.”

I pulled a stray lock of hair from my face, tucking it gently behind my ear.

We sat in silence after that. I looked him over, I mean really looked him over. I suppose he wasn’t too bad to look at if you liked that skater boy pseudo Emo look. He had features similar to Carly but his chin was a little more square and his nose not quite so small. I liked the way that his hair sort of fell over his one too, it made him look a bit like a slacker but it worked for his laid back attitude. Of course, there was none of that now. To look at the boy sitting next to me it was hard to peg him as the slacker boy from class. Sure, he still looked like Chris but he definitely didn’t act like him.

“Why are there two of you?” I asked, a second or two before I realized I actually said that aloud.

Shit, my stupid mouth today.

He looked at me oddly for a second. Then he smiled. “You must have seen my brother,” he said with a laugh. “We’re twins but nothing alike. I’m sure you’ve seen him around school, he usually has his nose in a book.”

I nodded. “That must be it then.”

“You’re a twin too, right?”

I’m a twin. No, I’m not, I don’t…oh right the stupid cover story. I nodded. “Yep, kind of a shock actually. My whole life I never even knew I had family here. Then Dad shows up out of the blue on my sixteenth birthday, dragged me here. What a way to spend Labor Day huh?”

“Labor Day, you were born on Labor Day?” I nodded. “That is the weirdest fricken thing in the world; Craig and I were born then too.”

“No kidding” I said, kind of shocked actually.

I had no idea that we really did have a lot in common.

We talked about how cool it was to have a Labor Day birthday, specifically the fact that we always got three days off. It was kind of weird to meet someone else with one though, I can’t even tell you the odds. I suppose it should have freaked me out a little bit more but I was just happy talking about it. I’d always felt a little strange about it actually, having my birthday fall on a holiday but one that most people wouldn’t care about. In school, all that Labor Day meant was a three-day weekend at the beginning of the year. I always wondered why they didn’t just start class afterwards but I guess the government had their reasons.

Our talk was interrupted by the arrival of Carly. She seemed to appear out of nowhere, smiling like usual. “You guys want to break for lunch?”

I looked at the clock on the wall and cursed. “It’s noon already?”

I jumped to my feet.

Chris jumped with me. “Is something wrong?”

“I’m supposed to meet my friends in an hour. I need to get home and get ready.”

Chris smiled. “Carly can drive you home if you need it?”

I shook my head. “I’m good, my cousin is only down the road.”

I looked at Chris and bit my lip. I knew I was going to regret it but what the hell. “You want to come to hang out with us? It’s sort of this group date thing but none of us really have dates except Greg. You’re welcome to hang if you want?”

Did I just ask him out?

Chris smiled. “That sounds cool. One o’clock right?”

I nodded. Then I grabbed my stuff and rushed off to the locker room, hoping that I’d get home in time to shower, change and make it to the theater.

I made it home in the nick of time as they say. Actually, I had about an hour or so, give or take a few minutes. I rushed through a shower and getting dressed. I wore something simple, my usual actually: jeans and t-shirt. Carson drove me out to the theater where Mary and Greg were already waiting. Mary had the sourest look ever and Greg was pacing like a nervous racehorse. They were a strange pair. Mary was all gothed out like usual and Greg was wearing his best shirt---which was a blue button down---and a pair of khaki pants. He was too overdressed for something as casual as a movie but he looked nice. I’m sure Rita would appreciate him all the more for it.

“You need me to pick you up?” asked Carson before I left the truck.

“Aren’t you supposed to pick me up? I thought the whole point of the bodyguard thing was to make sure I was never alone?”

He shrugged. “Well, I’m kind of busy tonight…got plans. If you don’t tell Dad…”

I smiled. “I’ll get a cab; make sure I go home with Mary and Greg.”

Carson smiled even bigger. “Thanks cuz, you’re the best.”

I jumped out of the truck. As soon as I was on the curb, he pulled away. Mary came walking over, leaving Greg to fuss about. She looked at the truck as it whipped around the corner, sighing. “So the knuckle dragger is still your escort, huh?”

I laughed. “He’s not so bad. His Dad is a little worried is all, I mean after you know what and all.”

She nodded.

“You Know What” was how we were referring to the deaths. After getting home, she was one of the first people I called. I thought maybe she might know a little more than Carson but Mary was completely in the dark. So I filled her in about the body, how the Thompsons were killed too and how I saw something. I didn’t even tell Carson about seeing the something. I was sure it was the gray and black wolf from before but I wasn’t totally certain. There was something about it though that freaked me out. It made me wonder if there were other things out there more deadly than us. I asked Mary about it but she was still kind of new at all of this. Like me, she’d only been introduced to the world recently---well within the last few months actually.

“Oooh, girl talk!”

Mary and I both turned around to see Rita come up the sidewalk. She was as happy and chipper as ever, dressed in a flower print dress. She was beaming like she’d just one the lottery, almost skipping when she came up to us. She gave me a quick hug, almost did the same for Mary---who gave her a “don’t you dare” look---then turned to Greg.

“Gregory, you look so handsome.”

Greg blushed. Rita walked over to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Then looped her arm through his, giggling.

Mary groaned; after which I elbowed her. Greg needed his moment and I wasn’t going to let her ruin it.

A few moments later Dana arrived. I surprised to see she wasn’t alone. I looked from her to Clara Saunders and back. It still surprised me that she and Clara were friends. Though I suppose it made some sense, I think the two of them were on the Student Council together or something. Dana saw me looking and smiled, waving as she did so. She and Clara came over; Mary grumbled something under her breath that I didn’t quite make out.

“Hi, is it ok that I invited Clara?”

Mary was about to say something but I cut her off. “Sure, the more the merrier.”

Dana smiled. “Good. We were supposed to do homework together today and it completely slipped my mind. I dragged her along to make up for it.”

Clara smiled shyly at us. When she locked eyes with Mary, the color drained from her face. Mary had that affect on the weak minded.

“Any more surprise guests?” snapped my annoyed friend.

“One more” I said, surprising Mary.

She turned to me with a raised eyebrow. At that moment, Chris rode up on his bike. Like the rest of us he wasn’t mobile---I think Dana was the only one who actually had a car. Chris looked a bit out of place, hiding underneath the hood of a gray hoodie. He scanned all our faces, probably deciding to run or not. I couldn’t let that happen. I took a step forward, getting a raised eyebrow look from Mary. I ignored it as I approached him slowly.

“You’re not bailing are you?” I asked him as he still sat on his bike.

He looked at everyone and said softly. “Half these people hate me.”

“Then they need to get to know you” I said, feeling overly protective of him.

He sighed. “As long as you keep scary Malice away from me, I’m good.”

“Deal.”

I found myself grabbing his sleeve as he climbed off his bike, securing it with the lock around a parking meter. I dragged him over to the assembled, catching a few looks. Mary gave him an amused smile.

“We all here?” asked Dana, eying Chris as if he just crawled out of the sewer.

Chris gave her a disdainful look too.

“This is it, right Greg?” I asked, Greg looked at everyone and nodded.

WE filed toward the theater after that. Dana made a comment about going to work even on her day off which Clara and Rita laughed at. Chris fell in line behind Greg, leaving Mary and me in the back. She gave me a strange look, one she kept the whole way through the line. When we got inside, the others headed to the concession stand. Mary grabbed my arm and dragged me into the theater. We dropped into a pair of seats in the back.

“You and Chris Harper?”

“What about it?”

She smiled. “I saw the way you looked at him. You don’t like him do you?”

I shrugged. “I’m confused as all hell. I went to his family’s dojo today for some lessons, met his older sister. Chris was there kicking ass in this ring and something just clicked. My heart started to flutter a bit I think. It was strange and scary, I wanted to puke. We got to talking though; he’s a really cool guy. Then I sorta asked him here.”

“You asked out Ravencrest’s only skater boy?”

“I think so.”

Mary laughed. “Little Tracy Locke, growing up too fast for her own good.”

I stuck my tongue out at her.

The others started filing in after that. They decided it might be better to sit closer to the screen so Mary and I followed. We found some spots in the center row. The theater might have shown a lot of old stuff but every once and a while it got some new movies in too. I’m not sure what this one was though, some gory, overrated slasher flick I think. WE were the first ones there but the place quickly starter to fill up with other teenagers. I groaned when I saw Mike and his cronies file in right before the lights dimmed and the previews started. We locked eyes for a moment; Mike was staring daggers at me. He ran his finger across his throat, probably thinking that he was threatening me somehow.

“What a jackass” I said to Mary “as if the beating I gave him wasn’t enough.”

“He’ll get his,” said Mary with a wicked smile.

She didn’t say anymore after that.

The movie was kind of crap and as I looked around I noticed that a lot of teens assembled were there as couples. Most of those couples weren’t paying attention to the screen. I looked down the row at Greg and Rita, noticing them holding hands, her head lying on his shoulder. It was kind of sweet and yes, I just said that. This girl thing was starting to seep into my brain more and more.

“Popcorn?” asked Chris---who was sitting next to me.

I reached for the tub, grabbing a handful. “This movie is horrible,” I said.

On the screen, some big-breasted blonde was screaming, running from the black shrouded knife wielding psycho.

Chris laughed. “Its what sells these days.”

I reached for more popcorn but accidentally found his hand instead. Strangely enough, I didn’t move my hand. He didn’t try to move it either. We weren’t exactly holding hands but it was close. My hand ended up on top of his for the rest of the movie, the popcorn completely forgotten. I should have been weirded out by the whole thing but it was surprisingly comforting. That fluttering feeling came back. Shit, I liked guys.

The movie ended after eighty minutes---the best and worst of my life. As we slowly moved down the aisle, I found myself holding Chris’s hand. Things would have been perfect if someone didn’t slam into me. It was an accident of course but their shoulder slamming into mine from behind stung a bit. They apologized and pushed their way forward. I scoffed, watching as they moved through the line pretty quick. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who hated the movie.

When we got outside, I found myself slowly letting go of Chris’s hand. Greg and Rita were talking about getting something to eat. Dana and Clara had to bail though; they wanted to get an early start on homework. Chris had to go too, he had to help sweep the dojo. I found myself pecking him on the cheek and thanking him. He smiled real big after that before climbing on his bike and riding off.

“What about you two?” asked Rita.

Greg was giving us a look that said he wanted to be alone with her.

“Nah, too much mushy crap. I think I’ll head to Casa de Locke with Tracy.”

Greg smiled and said see ya then took Rita’s hand, the two of them walking toward our little bistro.

“So cute” I said with a laugh.

“You really are a girl now aren’t you?” said Mary with a laugh, which was meant with my elbow in her ribs.

“Now we just need to find you someone,” I said with my own laugh.

She stuck her tongue out at me. She took a playful swipe at me which I dodged. She tried a few more times to disastrous results. We had a good laugh about it. Then Mary stepped toward the curb to hail a cab. As she was doing that, I stuck my hands in my pockets. When I did, I found a surprise waiting for me. There was something in my left one. I pulled it out to find a small square black envelope. I opened it up slowly and looked at the black card inside. It had three words in fancy silver script: You’ve Been Summoned.

What the hell was this?

“Oh shit,” said Mary, snatching the card from my fingers.

“What? What is it?”

“It’s a summons from the Coven,” she said, the color draining from her face.

I cursed. It must have been when that person bumped into me.

This was the point in the movie where the eerie music started to play.

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