Spencer Charnas One Shots

Bonus XXVIII. Nightmare (AU)

hi guys. sorry I haven't updated in a bit. i've been super sick. its currently like one in the morning and I can't sleep bc im sick. so. also I wanted to let u guys know that if words are wrong or anything, im on my laptop.

this one's gonna be a supernatural au (no, not the show). enjoy!

WARNING: blood, witches, magic, tarot, death

ALSO: this is a short one. I think I have one or two longer ones coming out after this

It was one night, long ago, when I found out about the magical powers I hid beneath the surface. I had always been spiritually connected, but I would only find out the truth when I chose to summon my ancestors. I didn't expect the night to be quite like it was, but it did not disappoint. I would keep my body during all hours of the day, and the witch would keep it at all hours of the night as I slept.

It wasn't until recently until I discovered how horrible my deal was. I enjoyed feeling the rush of power through me, being able to unlock certain inhumane abilities in my day to day life. Having spells finally work in my favor, or being able to move things slightly. The witch told me I was only allowed to have some of her power, as she would need the rest of it. I enjoyed the power I had, until I met Spencer.

Spencer was a wonderful man. He was tall and handsome, and he sang beautifully for his band. He was kind, soft-hearted. At least he was with me. But I couldn't let him know of my secret I held. I was to tell no one, and at first it was alright like that. I barely had any friends, until I found a community of wonderful people. But I could only stay at concerts for a short period before I would have to venture home to fall asleep. I never asked the witch what she was doing, as long as nothing was broken or messed up when I woke back up.

I set up the candles along the pentagram, lighting them each and pulling the tarot cards from my bag. I shuffled them multiple times, finally pulling out the card I knew would come on top without even looking. I sat the card in the middle of the star and gently stepped inside of the pentagram. I felt a rush of magic come forth as I held my crystal to my chest. As I opened my eyes from their closed state, I noticed the red cloak in front of me. I drifted my eyes upwards to meet the face of the witch. "Why did you summon me, human?" she shouted. I motioned down into the metal bowl sitting by her feet.

"My offering," I stated. I looked down to the large vile of blood that I had gotten from my own arm. I gulped, searching for the words I was to say as the witch took the vile for herself. "I wish to not be connected to you anymore. Or as often."

"Why? Why must you doubt me?" the witch said in a soft tone, trying to persuade me.

"I've met someone." Her booming laugh echoed in the halls of the abandoned building I was in.

"You want to rid me for a simple human? Do you understand the power I give you?!" She raised her voice. I started to look down, but her command forced my head up, "Look at me when I speak, puny human!" I gulped.

"I wish to live a normal life again," I whispered. The witch laughed again,

"You do not have any say, human." And that was it. I was knocked down by a gust of wind, the salt around the circle now dissolved into thin air. The tarot card floated into the air and then I felt it, my reign of supreme now over as nighttime drew closer.

*

I was in my bed again. The blankets felt warm, like I had just gotten them out of the dryer.I looked around and noticed my room was in shambles. Things were thrown everywhere, and that was when I noticed the witch's tarot card placed firmly against the wall with a knife. I pulled the knife from my wall, watching the card fall to the ground. I looked around for a moment before I heard a knock from my door. I walked from my bedroom and to the front door, opening it.

"Hey, did you forget about our date?" Spencer stood there and asked. I sighed and looked down, noticing I was still in my pajamas. I don't even think I put these on. "It's already two-thirty."

"Shit, Spencer, I apologize. I just woke up from a long night, and apparently I slept walk and destroyed my room. I would love to go, but I really need to clean." I was about to shut the door before I heard him laugh to himself.

"How about we just hang out here? I can help you clean?" Spencer's smile brightened my day already. I nodded and let him in, walking into my room to collect the knife and tarot card and throw them in a drawer before he could see them.

*

I didn't notice the impending doom I was bringing upon myself. "Well, it's getting dark, I should head home," Spencer told me. My head jerked towards the window as I saw the last rays of the sun set over the mountain.

"Spencer, you need to leave. Now!" I tried to run from him, but his grip seemed to be too tight around my waist. Once I could get myself free, I felt the sickness come upon me. "Spencer! Run!" But it was too late. I felt my conscious get pushed to the back as I could only watch from behind my eyes.

"Y/n? What's going on?" Spencer asked.

"You're perfect." The witch was speaking. She quickly moved my body to Spencer's. I couldn't scream loud enough when the knife was impaled through his chest, leaving him gasping for air. I tried to fight my way to my body, but I was too late. He was already dead. "You'll understand my madness one day, Y/n."

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