Date: Wed, 23 May 2012 21:56:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jessie Mkay <jessiemkay@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wolf and Witch-1

Twilight Saga story. If you aren't 18 or older then don't read this. Donate
to Nifty.org to keep the stories flowing. This has male/male relations if
you are disgusted by this then come out of the closet your reading in the
gay section. Enjoy.


Wolf and Witch-1


The music blarred "Conceited" by Remy Ma. I was performing on stage. The
crowd going wild. I walked out on the stage sensually, swaying my hips. The
song ended....people wanted more....that's what happens when you use magic
on people so you can fulfill your desires to perform and sing and dance and
purely entertain.

At the end of the night they wouldn't remember a thing, I always remember
to erase any and all footage of myself.


"Please don't stop the music" played by Rihanna. I performed and the crowd
went wild dancing and sing against me. Grinding on my body, a guy's hands
around my waist.

When it finally finished I was shocked into reality by, applause it was so
loud, close to that of thunder.

"I have time for one song. What will it be?"

"Bootylicious!"

I laughed that was too funny. "Bootylicious" by Destiny's Child played,

I was dancing people singing and dancing along with me, "My body to
bootylicious for ya babe!"

I said in the middle of the song and everything froze. "Is this how you
spend all your free time?" A voice said from behind me, a hand on my waist.

"Marcus. What do I owe the displeasure?"

Marcus, a blond haired blue eyed asshole. He comes from a family of well
off witches. They are second to one family...mine. We express ourselves
with use of magic to a simple degree. We have given our magic to help
others...giving us infinite magic. Known as the blood conncordet, since my
mother had me just before the pact was broken, I still had the infinite
magic, just without the rules.

Point being that His family has been after our magic for so long now, even
setting Marcus up with trying to seduce me. He tried it all from the
classic approach to trying to drug me with potions.

 "Oh...come on. You know why I'm here. You can only wait out the inevitable
for so long. You are going to become mine one way or another." I sighed, "I
don't even like men." He laughed, "Really did you not see your display you
have run for everyone around here?" "I like independent sexually powered
women, who know their worth. Not something to be put up on a shelf and
taken off when men want to fuck."

"That's all their good for...aswell as submissive little bitch boys like
you." He grabbed my arm tigthly, "You're family's legendary powerful magic
will be at my disposal. Infinite magic...all mine. As soon as you say 'I
Do'." He grinned, "I can marry who I want." I told him, "Besides my
infinite magic is at MY disposal. So...GOOD BYE."

"I will have you, if it's the last thing I do.You're magic is mine....only
a matter of time." He smiled like the Cheshire Cat fading from view. Time
played again with people cheering, with a wave of my hand everything went
back to the way it was before I even got there.


I climbed into a time warp and appeared in....well what your world would
call Camelot. It had something to do with my great grandfather Merlin and
putting Camelo outside of the time line. Not many allowed in, time works
differently here. You don't age at all and by the time you go back to the
mortal world...you discover how off the time spectrum here is. Daylight
here can be night time there.

"Hello mother." I greeted my fair haired mother Mildred. Her golden locks
have sway the tides in many a men's hearts. Her sea blue eyes have created
the image of peace in even the most dangerous of enemies. Her golden skin
has been the image of health since before the time spectrum reconstruct of
Camelot. Such as all from King Arthur's lineage.

My father Pademi his tall heavily muscled frame brings any man to shame for
not being like him. His handsome features has charmed many a women in his
life. His chiseled abs and pecs, his smooth cut chin.His cloud grey eyes
have daised women for centuries. His thin plump lips have been the object
of affection and acquirement to everyone woman in Camelot. I received a
combination of their looks.


Looking in a mirror, I saw myself.

5'11 lean nimble frame, tightly muscled. Light olive skin, my eyes light
honey with colors of all kind shinned in them. My hair of raven image,
separating the hair it is revealed to be blond inside and the ends turn a
deep orange color, it's length goes to my back. My father says the orange
is from my grandfather Merlin. My thick plump light pink lips full and
moist as my mothers, she always wished for a girl...my dad for a son, this
is as close they got. To say it, they're proud of me....yet I feel I always
live up to their expectations and never live my life...I am sick of it!





"Hello Kalahari" My parents greeted, my mother with a kiss to the cheek and
my father with a hug.  "How goes your days?" I only smiled, "Well mother
well." "Singing again?" I blushed to when my Father asked, "Yes Father." I
couldn't lie to him. "Oh?" I was surprised by what happened next. "I cannot
wait for you to perform for us one day." I grinned, revealing the perfect
pearly white teeth our family always seems to have. My father never was
happy about my singing, something must be up.

"Father?" He just laughed, "I cannot hide it. Marcus has asked for your
hand." I rose in shock, "Father! He is evil. Marcus has come to me before
asking for such. He has tried everything from potions to spells." He rose
in anger, "That's enough. We need to grow over that."  Getting up from the
chair. "You can do as you wish. Let Marcus marry you. I for one am my own
person. All that I hold to myself is MINE alone. Not for another to give
away." I walked out of the room and began walking to the garden.

It was essentially a maze, with flowers of all kinds scowering the statues
and columns along the path. I always found peace here, I had to remember
this place not my own. I am in truth great grandson of Merlin and grandson
of King Arthur, yet Arthur still lived, so my parents forever remain Duke
and Princess. I remain Prince since their are no others to the thrown.

Do not fear, I do not wish my Grandfather's death. Nay, it is what keeps
Marcus at bay. If anything were to happen to fall ill my Mother would have
to step in, causing me to have to marry so to take the thrown next.

It is fortune that the spell keeps this place ageless and forever
youthful. I walked up to a plum tree, one that Arthur had given to me as a
present. I loved the fruit and they always bloomed in Camelot. I picked one
and bit into it, the sweet juices tingled on my tongue. It was beautiful
here.

I looked at my sorcerer robe. It's Burgundy tresses fell to the floor, it's
smooth hood over my head, the arms cut off revealing flesh. With veils over
and around metallic bat armbands that Morgan Le Fay gave to me. A Celtic
knotted crown on my head with a red ruby encrusted in the middle.


That's why it was awkward going to the mortal world. Everything was simple
yet complex there. I didn't want stay attached to the magic realm...I
wanted normal....yet for me was castles and knights and dragons and
sorcerers. I couldn't get away long enough.


"Thought I'd find you here." Benjamin approached me, his thick muscled
body. Deep reddish tan, his light brown hair chin length. He was my
crush....I only wished he felt the same....he's straight. Not to mention a
werewolf, he wasn't tied to the moon....he can change whenever he wanted.

"So how is my fair prince today?" He teased, "I am
fine....except...well...Marcus." I didn't have to finish to know that
Benjamin was pissed, he was like very overprotective older brother. "What
did that pathetic snake of a man do?" His face getting even more red, his
hands balked into tight fists that his knuckles turned white. "He came to
my father, asking for my hand. He doesn't love me, nor I him. He simply
wants my magic." Benjamin seemed to grit his teeth together.

"I will put an end to this." "Benjamin! Don't bother." I yelled but he was
gone, having me chase after him. I didn't know my way aswell as he did, one
of the reasons I come here to relax so I can take my time finding my way.

His werewolf speed had him miles away in a few minutes. "Benjamin!" I did
the one thing I could think of, I burst into hundreds of doves and reformed
outside of the maze.

"Benjamin!" I called to no avail, "Kalahari!" Father called, "Yes?" "Get
ready for the reception." "What? The reception so early? Please father
not." "I will not hear It."



*Hours Later it was 22nd hour of the day...10pm*

I was dressed in a tight white slit legs sorcerer robe, it was worn by
submissive males about to be married. Mallachi, an old man worn out from
the day he was born. Also known as Marcus's Father....therefore the worst
man in Camelot. Burst through the doors to the temple, "Stop everything!"
Mallachi's face red and angry his mouth open his teeth shown like a dog
barring it's teeth.

"What's the meaning of this?" My grandfather King Arthur demanded in
annoyance, the man honestly looks as young as he did when he first became
king, minus the beard and long hair.

"My son! Marcus! He is dead!" Everyone's face in shock, mine in awe. He
pointed at me, "I demand he be killed!" My face went to shock as my mother
pulled me behind her. "Under what charges?" "Murder! You slut!" "Watch thy
tongue! Thou insult my daughter!" King Arthur yelled, "I know thy are in
grief and demand justice, yet thy will show respect!" He only nodded and
left in a huff.


"What do thy say to the charges?" I didn't want Benjamin to be killed, "I
do not deny, that I am happy over Marcus's death." "Then...under the laws
of Camelot. I am deeply saddened to say thou art sentenced to death." My
grandfather said, crying. He hugged me before my parents, and then
Merlin. Then the guards ceased me, escorted to the platform.

When you were found guilty then you were killed instantly. No trial can
stop it, they didn't even examine the body. A werewolf involved it should
have claw markings, but hopefully he isn't found out.


I was layer down, as the axe was raised so was a roar. Thunderously across
the sky shaking the ground. Benjamin in his wolf form, covered in black fur
running on four feet until he got up to the executioner he stood on two and
slashed the executioner's face before he could turn the axe on Benjamin.


He killed the other guards, quickly and lifted me up and took off
running. The wind whipping my hair this way and that, we came to a
gate. The one that leads outside of Camelot...into the mortal world. He
shifted turning into a amazingly handsome pile of man flesh and
muscles...naked I mind you.

"We must flee...I killed Marcus, rather savagedly. They cannot find us in
the mortal world....only problem is I cannot open the portal." He said
fatigued sweating horribly. Not everyone had magic in Camelot...actually
most didn't infact.

"Alright give me a moment." I lifted my hands and in a clap the portal
opened. "Take my hand." We grasped on another as we leaped into the portal
into the mortal world....landing in that of Forks, Washington


(That's the start of a new story. Let me know what you think of it doesn't
work then I'll shut it down. I am putting a pause to Magic of The Falls, I
have to learn more about The Vampire Diaries. So it may take a few weeks or
so.  If this one doesn't work then I'm doing a Hellboy fic with being human
in appearance yet on complete psychic standards....or maybe in a beast
appearance. Let me know. Reach me at jessiemkay@Yahoo.com)