Wednesday, April 5, 2017

April Birthstone

It is April! If you were Born this Month, you are a Dazzling Diamond!




Diamond  “The Stone Of New Beginnings” I heal emotional and mental pain reducing fear and bringing about new beginnings.

Diamonds have been admired for centuries, and some historians estimate it was traded as early as 4 BC. Many ancient civilizations believed that diamonds were lighting made real on earth. Perhaps this is the reason that diamonds have often been associated with great healing powers. Many thought the diamond could cure brain disease, alleviate pituitary gland disorders and draw toxins from the blood.


Tuesday, March 21, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ The Conclusion

Emberlyn covered her ears and closed her eyes as the room got brighter than her eyes could bear. She felt a hand grab hers and opened her eyes just enough to see Jackson’s fingers laced with hers. Through the light and noise he had crawled to be near her. She grabbed Alister’s hand with her free hand and then raised her head to the sky as the ringing and blue light burst out the windows and everything went black.

Chapter 13


Jackson concentrated on the small African violet plant in Embelryn’s vast garden. The poor thing had been left unwatered and looked to be on its last legs. He took a deep breath and then visualized the little plant perking up as its leaves greened and its dark purple flowers blossomed. He muttered the words Emberlyn taught him and then cheered as the plant not only perked up, but grew into a bush full of violet blooms.
“Well, that’s one way,” said Emberlyn with a laugh.
Jackson gave her a smile. “Go big or go home, right?”
He leaned back in his chair. “This is wild.”
“What?” asked Emberlyn.
“Magic,” said Jackson, “two weeks ago I didn’t even know magic was real and now I have actual magical powers. I feel like Superman.” He gave her a wink. “Come on, I took a bullet to the leg and now it’s like it never happened.”
“Because of Alister.” Emberlyn’s face fell. “We all know Superman can stop bullets with his teeth, witches are not so lucky.”
Jackson reached over and gave Emberlyn’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Alister gave us all a very special gift that day. We have to remember that and not what happened with Charles.”
Emberlyn let out a grunt of disgust. “How did I ever fall for that man?”
“He was a con artist,” Jackson said with a shrug. “Their game is to trick people. You couldn’t have known and you have to stop blaming yourself.”
“At least now he won’t be able to hurt anyone else,” said Emberlyn as she stood. “He’s been denied bail and will hopefully spend a lifetime in jail for what he did to Alister. I just wish there was more I could do.”
Jackson stood and wrapped her in a hug. “We both know Alister wouldn’t change a thing.”
“You’re darn right I wouldn’t,” said Alister as he walked into the garden, his arm in a sling.
“You should be in bed,” scolded Emberlyn as she broke from the hug.
Alister waved her off with his good hand. “Nonsense, I feel amazing and the best medicine is being around the people I love.” He looked at the African violet. “The lessons are going well I see.”
“I’m honored that you found me worthy of sharing your magic with. I won’t let you down,” said Jackson. He grabbed Emberlyn’s hand. “I’ll protect both her person and her heart, just as you have done all these years.”
“Now, if you two are done with your lessons, I think it’s time for tea,” said Alister.
“I’ll get it,” said Emberlyn.
“No need,” said Alister. He snapped his fingers and his sling disappeared. He rolled his arms in a big circle as if stretching it out. “All better.”
Emberlyn gasped. “But you gave away all your magic!”
“No, my dear,” said Alister, giving his head a little shake. “Just most of it. I’ve been alive for centuries and had a lot to give. I’m not as strong as I once was, but that’ll change over time. It’s a sacrifice I would make for you a hundred times over, even if it meant losing it all.”
“You sly devil,” said Jackson. “We’ve been waiting hand and foot on your for weeks.”
Alister gave Jackson a smile, before turning and walking towards the house.
Jackson looked at Emberlyn. “I meant what I said to Alister, Emberlyn, I’ll spend my entire life loving and protecting you, if you’ll have me.”
 Emberlyn tilted her head up and gently caressed Jackson’s lips with hers. He wrapped his arms around her, as she curved her body into his. Jackson felt as if he were floating as they drank each other in. Emberlyn gently backed away and Jackson saw that they were, indeed, hovering just a few inches off the ground. They floated back to the ground and Jackson couldn’t help but give her another kiss.
His heart was light and he knew his love would chase away any of the dark that still lingered in hers.


The End







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Friday, March 17, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 40

Alister let out a groan and Emberlyn rushed back to his side, throwing the key to Charles. He caught the key and then turned his back to Emberlyn in order to talk to Jackson.
“Just so you know, she’s a witch,” said Charles. “Well she used to be. She gave up her magical powers for you. Too bad she isn’t very smart. If she were smarter, then she would have used the password for leverage. Instead, she gave me everything I needed. Now I can just kill you all.”
Charles raised the gun and Emberlyn prayed he was bluffing. She looked at Alister, hoping he had enough strength to use his magic, but he hadn’t regained consciousness since he had been shot. Her eyes fell on the vanity stool.
Quickly, yet quietly, she stood grabbed the vanity stool and slammed it over Charles head. He turned and looked at her, surprise plastered on his face before dropping the gun and wilting to the ground.
Jackson reached over and grabbed the gun.
“Are you okay?” asked Emberlyn as she hurried to him.
“I’m fine,” said Jackson. “You need to use your magic and heal Alister.”
“I can’t,” said Emberlyn.
“You mean Charles wasn’t lying? You gave up your magic?” His voice cracked and Emberlyn could see tears forming. She could see now that that was the last thing he would have asked her to do. That he would never try to change her and would love her for who she was.
“You gave up your magic for me?” he asked again in a whisper as he shook his head.
Emberlyn couldn’t answer. She had been a fool to give up something so precious before giving Jackson time to think. She rushed to her phone and dialed 911. She hastily gave the operator the address, before hanging up and kneeling before Alister. His eyes fluttered open.
“What’s going on? Are you okay, Emberlyn?” he asked.
“I’m fine, but you’ve been shot,” explained Emberlyn. “You saved me. I’m so sorry, I can’t save you back.”
“Silly girl,” said Alister, reaching up to brush a hair off Emberlyn’s cheek. “You’ve saved me a million times over, in more ways than I could explain. I would gladly give my life for yours, but just do that spell I taught you, and all will be right again.”
“I can’t,” cried Emberlyn. “I gave up my magic before I knew Charles was here. After seeing the look on Jackson’s face at The Shack, I thought I had to choose between love and magic.” She looked up at Jackson. “I picked him.”
“Of course you did, sweetheart,” said Alister, giving her a weak smile. “You picked love, just as I did.”
“But you didn’t have to,” said Jackson. “Emberlyn, I love you for who you are. I was an idiot to run out of the store like that. I was exhausted after what happened with Genna and being at the hospital all night. I wasn’t thinking straight. I would never want you to change for me. I love you.”
“I know,” Emberlyn whispered. She looked at him, tears spilling onto her cheeks. “I love you, too.”
“Well, it’s settled then,” said Alister.
He began to mutter a spell and Emberlyn instantly knew the words. Alister was giving up his magic, but had altered the spell slightly in a way she didn’t understand.
“You can’t,” cried Emberlyn, “your magic may be the only thing keeping you alive. Alister please, no.”
The room filled with a brilliant blue light, much brighter than Emberlyn’s magic had been when it left her body. She wanted to stop Alister and cry out for him to cease his spell again, but a high pitched ring took over the room.
Emberlyn covered her ears and closed her eyes as the room got brighter than her eyes could bear. She felt a hand grab hers and opened her eyes just enough to see Jackson’s fingers laced with hers. Through the light and noise he had crawled to be near her. She grabbed Alister’s hand with her free hand and then raised her head to the sky as the ringing and blue light burst out the windows and everything went black.

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 39

“I have never used magic to get people to give me money,” stated Emberlyn.
“Regardless, you owe me about five million dollars, let’s go ahead and round up, due to interest and make it an even ten.”
“I’m not giving you anything,” said Emberlyn.
“Then you’ll die.”
Charles raised the gun.
“Alister!” Emberlyn screamed.
Thunder and lightning rocked the house as her bedroom door burst open. Charles pulled the trigger. Emberlyn closed her eyes, threw out of hands in a feeble act of protection, and braced herself for the pain of the bullet.
Instead of feeling the pierce of the bullet, she felt something heavy fall into her arms. She opened her eyes and wrapped her arms around Alister as they both fell to the ground. Her eyes grew wide as they fell on the dark red spot that grew near Alister’s collarbone. He had been shot.
“No, Alister! No. No. No.”
The wind wailed as Emberlyn let out a cry of anguish and pressed her hands against the wound, just as Jackson barreled through the open door. He didn’t hesitate to tackle Charles.
Emberlyn held Alister’s wound tight and watched as Jackson tried to wrestle Charles to the ground. Charles pushed back, causing both men to slam into Emberlyn’s dresser. The mirror shattered.
Jackson let out a cry as a piece of glass cut his arm. Charles cocked the gun, just as Jackson grabbed him around the waist and rammed him into the wall. He placed his elbow just under Charles’s neck to pin him and then reached for the gun.
The gun went off a second time and Emberlyn jumped as Jackson fell to the ground.
She screamed for Jackson. He sat up on his elbows and Emberlyn could see the bullet wound in his thigh.
Charles stood tall and again pointed his gun at Emberlyn.
“Good lord, all I wanted was some money and you all have to go and get all violent. You could have just written a check, but no. Now two people have been shot.” He gave Alister a look. “Of course, I didn’t really mind shooting him.” He walked around, his back to Emberlyn and gave Jackson a look. “You’re the guy that punched me in the garden. So, yeah, not feeling too bad about shooting you either.”
He turned so he could look at both Jackson and Emberlyn.
“Oh my god, are you two a thing? Did our little tiff in the garden, bring you two together?” He giggled sarcastically. “Emberlyn, you should give me the money for that reason alone. It’s too bad really, because, I’m a big fan of love, but now I have to kill you both.”
He looked at Jackson. “Really sucks for you. I had kind of made up my mind to go ahead and kill Emberlyn and Alister. Man, they are thorns in my side, but you just made the mistake of falling for the wrong girl and I can’t have any witnesses.”
“Take the money,” cried Emberlyn. She gently laid Alister down and ran to a picture on the far wall. She threw the picture to the side and quickly tapped in the code, before placing her thumb on the fingerprint reader. The door clicked open.
“There’s about half a million in here,” she said, before grabbing a little box. “You can take this key to the bank on Burbank. The code word is Ashwood. You can have everything in the box, no one will question you as long as you have the key and password. It isn’t ten million dollars, but it’s enough that you’ll live comfortably for a long time. I swear you’ll never hear from any of us again. Just go so I can call an ambulance for Alister.”
Alister let out a groan and Emberlyn rushed back to his side, throwing the key to Charles. He caught the key and then turned his back to Emberlyn in order to talk to Jackson.

“Just so you know, she’s a witch,” said Charles. “Well she used to be. She gave up her magical powers for you. Too bad she isn’t very smart. If she were smarter, then she would have used the password for leverage. Instead, she gave me everything I needed. Now I can just kill you all.”

Friday, March 10, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 38

Surely, Alister would understand and one day, when the time was right, he could restore her magic. She looked in the mirror again. Once her magic was gone, she would start aging again. She thought of her and Jackson growing old together.
Her hands flew to her belly, maybe they could even have a child or two together. Watch them grow up and then start families of their own. She could live a lifetime with Jackson in love. She knew in her heart that they would have their happily ever after.
Squaring her shoulders, she started the spell again. A bright blue light began to fill the room as the magical essence inside Emberlyn lifted away from her body.
Emberlyn’s essence grew brighter before exploding across the room, causing Emberlyn to fall to the ground. As the room returned to its normal state, she looked around. The storm still raged outside and the room appeared to be the same as it has been before.
She stood and walked to the window. She placed her hands on the glass and muttered a spell that would cause the rains to go away and the sun to return. As she finished the spell, she giggled as the rain continued to fall. She said the sunshine spell again and then laughed even harder as the thunderstorm continued.
Her laughter stopped as she heard her closet door squeak open. She turned slowly and felt bile rise to her throat as Charles Russell walked from behind the closet door and pointed his gun right at her.
“I always knew there was something strange about you,” he snarled.
Emberlyn made herself taller and crossed her arms. “You have no right to be here. Get out, now!”
Charles wiggled the gun in front of her. “Now, is that anyway to talk to the person in charge? Seems to me that I’m the one with the gun, you should shut up and listen.”
Emberlyn gave Charles a smirk as she started to mutter a spell. She threw her hands in the air, as if to cast Charles out of her room, but nothing happened. Her heart sank, she had given up her magic.
“Oops.” Now it was Charles’s turn to smirk. “You see I heard your little self-loathing rant. You gave up your only defense. Seems you have nothing.”
“What do you want?” demanded Emberlyn. “Why are you even here?”
Charles made a clicked his tongue. “Can’t I come see my fiancée?”
“Ex- fiancée,” Emberlyn corrected.
“Details,” Charles said nonchalantly. “Speaking of details, you seem to be forgetting one tiny one.”
“What’s that?” asked Emberlyn.
“The fact that you and your henceman, Alister, cost me a lot of money,” said Charles. “You outed my little con and I can’t say I appreciated that. Had you just let me leave with the funds…,” he looked at the gun. “… then I wouldn’t have to resort to such drastic measures.”
“You were stealing from charities,” snapped Emberlyn. “I wasn’t going to let you get away with that.”
“Why not?” snarled Charles. “You were probably using your little magical powers to get people to open their checkbooks. I just used my intellectual powers to do the same. We really aren’t that different.”
“I have never used magic to get people to give me money,” stated Emberlyn.
“Regardless, you owe me about five million dollars, let’s go ahead and round up, due to interest and make it an even ten.”
“I’m not giving you anything,” said Emberlyn.

“Then you’ll die.”

Tuesday, March 7, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 37

“Wait,” Jackson shook his head, “Charles Russell was at the party. He’s the guy I punched in the garden. I thought he was dead.”
“He’d like the whole world to believe that,” said Alister, taking a sip of his tea. “He is a con man and swindled a lot of people out of money. He tried to do the same with Emberlyn. She exposed him for the con man he was and he lost everything. The car crash was staged, but as you could tell from your encounter in the garden he is very much alive, as is Emberlyn’s former assistant. I believe she lives in Minnesota now.”
“So why was he here?” asked Jackson.
“Charles Russell is only after one thing,” said Alister. “Money.”



Chapter 12


Emberlyn sat at her vanity in her large master bedroom and stared at herself in the mirror. She had cried more tears than she thought was possible. The wind howled outside as the rain lashed against the windows.
Her mind turned to the storm she had caused in Jackson’s shop and the way he had looked at her. It was a look of absolute horror.
“What did you expect?” she asked herself in the mirror. “Genna almost died due to your stupid actions. You’re always thinking you’ve got it all down, but you know nothing, and now you’ve lost him for good.” She narrowed her eyes at herself. “You disgust me.”
She screamed at the mirror before grabbing her hairbrush and throwing it against her reflection. The mirror burst into a hundred pieces. Emberlyn stood, waved her hand over the mess and muttered a spell. The mirror magically put itself back together without a single crack or blemish remaining.
She looked at her hands. Her mind turned to her magic and love. She wondered if either had ever done any good. Love seemed to be nothing but trouble. A madman, thinking he loved her had killed her entire family. Then there was Charles Russell, confessing his undying love only to get to her money. Money she wouldn’t even have had her family not perished so many years ago. Her heart ached at the thought. Was it the magic or was it love that was her nemesis?
She had sworn off love decades before, but kept her magic, yet still found heartache. Maybe the two went hand in hand?
Emberlyn looked again in the mirror. “Maybe the trick is to get rid of the magic?”
Closing her eyes, Emberlyn began to recite an old spell she had taught herself years before in secret. It was as spell she would never let Alister know she knew. Her heart dropped and she ceased her spell, as she thought of her guardian. His heart would be broken when he found out.
“Am I making a mistake?” she asked herself. “I’m just being stupid.”
Her mind turned to Jackson again. He would never accept her magic. It was too much for him. Emberlyn bit her lip, her mind made up. She would give up magic for love.
Surely, Alister would understand and one day, when the time was right, he could restore her magic. She looked in the mirror again. Once her magic was gone, she would start aging again. She thought of her and Jackson growing old together.
Her hands flew to her belly, maybe they could even have a child or two together. Watch them grow up and then start families of their own. She could live a lifetime with Jackson in love. She knew in her heart that they would have their happily ever after.

Squaring her shoulders, she started the spell again. A bright blue light began to fill the room as the magical essence inside Emberlyn lifted away from her body. 

Wednesday, March 1, 2017

~~~~~ March Birthstone ~~~~~

It is March! If you were born this month you are an Adorable Aquamarine! 



Aquamarine " The Stone Of Enlightenment" 


I am helpful in understanding underlying emotional states and interpreting
how you really feel. I sooth fear and increase sensitivity. Wear me close to your heart and feel the sea, recalling dolphin dances with childlike delight

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 36

Jackson took a sip of tea. “After what I saw today in my store, I believe magic is real and that Emberlyn has … um … talent with it.”
“She does indeed,” said Alister. “Second term, sometimes that magic gets away from her … for example the storm outside and what happened to your friend Genna.”
Jackson shook his head. “Now that is what I’ll have a hard time coming to terms with. I can’t have people getting hurt on my account.”
Alister gave Jackson a half-smile. “That’s what I like about you, always thinking of others, but I’m going to ask you to be a little bit selfish. Your friend, Genna, she’ll be alright, correct?”
“Yes,” answered Jackson.
“And she has Mr. Hearst tending to her?” asked Alister
Jackson nodded.
“Good,” said Alister. “Now, knowing your friend will be okay, focus on how you feel about Emberlyn. Now what she’s done, but who she is to you.” Jackson opened his mouth to answer and Alister held up a hand. “Don’t speak yet, just think about your feelings and listen.”
“You’re not about to put a spell or something on me are you?” asked Jackson, his brows furrowed.
“Oh, Jackson,” Alister said with a sigh. “You are already under a much greater spell than I could cast. True love is a universal magic, nothing that can be harnessed by the magic of witches. Your path. Emberlyn’s. The two of you being together was put in motion long before I was born and I have lived a very long time.”
“But she has had other loves,” said Jackson. “The young man at her family’s place the day it burned. Her old fiancée.”
“Loves, yes,” agreed Alister. “True love, no.”
Alister’s eyes crinkled. “When do you figure out the old place in the woods belonged to Emberlyn’s family?”
“About half an hour after I came to terms with the fact that I had just witnessed a monsoon in my surf shop,” said Jackson. “I remembered how she traced the names on the graves and how a sadness came into her voice.”
“She lost just about everything that day,” said Alister, his heart sinking. “That is one time I wish I could have read the evil man’s mind and been able to stop the fire. I knew he was there, but thought he would follow Emberlyn and her young courter. I was just as shocked and horrified to find the house ablaze when we returned.”
“What happened to the young man? Her young courter, you called him,” asked Jackson.
Alister shook his head. “He never showed. We found out later that he had been knocked unconscious by the arsonist, but Emberlyn was too brokenhearted over her family to go to him. I didn’t force the issue, he was just fleck of love, a hint of what was to come.”
“Did that come with her fiancée?” asked Jackson.
Alister pursed his lips. “I wish I could say yes. The fact is that Emberlyn wanted love so badly she failed to see what she had with Charles Russell was not true love. She loved him, but he, as you know, was only using her.”
“Wait,” Jackson shook his head, “Charles Russell was at the party. He’s the guy I punched in the garden. I thought he was dead.”
“He’d like the whole world to believe that,” said Alister, taking a sip of his tea. “He is a con man and swindled a lot of people out of money. He tried to do the same with Emberlyn. She exposed him for the con man he was and he lost everything. The car crash was staged, but as you could tell from your encounter in the garden he is very much alive, as is Emberlyn’s former assistant. I believe she lives in Minnesota now.”
“So why was he here?” asked Jackson.
“Charles Russell is only after one thing,” said Alister. “Money.”

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 35

She gave him a small smile and then hurried out of the kitchen. As she left, Alister went back to his kettle and finished filling it with water. He whistled a little tune while he put the kettle over heat, grabbed another dish towel from the drawer, and then hurried to the front door. No bell had been rung, but Alister knew they had company.
“Won’t you come in, Mr. Hunt? It is a mighty nasty storm,” said Alister to a drenched looking Jackson.
Jackson blinked hard as he stepped inside. “You know it’s only raining over your house right?”
Alister nodded and handed Jackson the towel. “I’m afraid this happens when Emberlyn gets upset.”
Jackson hung his head as he took the towel. “And I’m afraid I had something to do with that. Can I talk to her?”
“Yes,” said Alister, “but first come have some tea with me. I assure you I can answer the bulk of your questions and she just needs a little time.”
“I really need to see her,” begged Jackson.
“You will,” assured Alister, “but I insist you come with me first.”
Alister watched as Jackson looked from him to the large stairs leading up to the second floor. As Jackson’s shoulder’s dropped, Alister knew he’d follow him into the kitchen for tea. He started to walk and Jackson followed. The kettle sang as they entered the kitchen.
“Have a seat, please,” said Alister as he gestured to the table. He grabbed a ceramic tea pot and plopped two tea bags into the bottom. Then poured the hot water into the pot. “Milk? Honey? Sugar?”
“Honey is fine,” said Jackson as he sat.
“To answer your first question,” Alister glanced over at Jackson. “Yes, I’m a witch too, but I prefer being called a warlock, and I have been Emberlyn’s guardian since the day she was born.”
“So can you read minds?” asked Jackson.
Alister shook his head as he placed the honey on the table. “I’m really good at reading people and logically, I knew that would be your first question. I can sense when others are around though, like you being at the front door. I’ve made us some Lemon Balm tea, it’s great for the nerves. I hope that’s okay.”
“Thank you,” said Jackson as Alister sat two tea cups on table, followed by the tea pot.
Alister sat across from Jackson. “She’s had a very hard life you know. Love has not come easily to her and every time she has managed to catch it, it’s been brutally ripped from her hands. She had done well to remain free of the chains of love, until you came along.”
Jackson shook his head. “She was nothing but honest with me. I should have listened. I just felt such a connection to her. It was like I couldn’t help myself.”
“True love is like that,” Alister said with a chuckle as he poured the tea.
“True love?” Jackson cocked his head.
“We’ll get into all of that, but you have some decisions to make,” said Alister, “and you can’t make any decisions without all the information. So let’s start at the beginning. Magic is real and Emberlyn has magic within her. That is the first fact you must come to terms with. If you can’t get past that, then you should go out the way you came. The magic is as much a part of her as her love.”
Jackson took a sip of tea. “After what I saw today in my store, I believe magic is real and that Emberlyn has … um … talent with it.”
“She does indeed,” said Alister. “Second term, sometimes that magic gets away from her … for example the storm outside and what happened to your friend Genna.”

Jackson shook his head. “Now that is what I’ll have a hard time coming to terms with. I can’t have people getting hurt on my account.”

Friday, February 17, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 34

Jackson blinked hard as The Shack filled with sunlight from the windows. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he expected to see his store in chaos, but everything was right back where it belonged, except for all the bloody bandages from the paramedics, those were gone.
Jackson looked to around his store, then to Emberlyn. His thoughts were traveling in a million different directions.
“Magic is real?” he whispered. “And you’re a witch? You made Genna cut herself over me?”
“No, Jackson, the love spell wasn’t supposed to go that far. It was supposed to be a crush, not an infatuation. I never meant for that to happen. You have to believe …”
Jackson held his hand up and shook his head. “I can’t ... I need to think.”
Then he turned and walked out into the morning.





Chapter 11


Alister heard the storm approaching and quickly ordered the staff to close all the shutters and curtains of Emberlyn’s house and then go home for the day. He had been preparing for the storm since Emberlyn had started seeing Jackson.
He had hoped that when Jackson learned the truth he would be opened minded. But now as the once sunny morning skies turned dark as night as the clouds moved in, it appeared he had not taken the news well.
Alister sighed and started to fill the kettle with water. He loved Emberlyn as if she were his own daughter and every time her heart was broken, so was his. First, when the young man she desired never showed for their midnight walk, again when in the same evening her entire family had been brutally murdered by the fire that claimed their house in the woods, and yet again when her fiancée had run off with her assistant.
He had been there for every heartache.
Embelryn burst through the back door as lightning flashed behind her. Her wet hair blowing wild as her face showed nothing but anguish.
Alister hurried to the close the distance between them and embraced her in a hug. She quickly wrapped her arms around him.
“Oh Alister,” she cried. “I tried not to fall in love with him, I really did.”
“Emberlyn, you know the heart has a mind of its own,” said Alister. He gently lifted Emberlyn’s chin with his hand. “What did Jackson say?”
“That he needed to think,” said Emberlyn as she walked to the kitchen table. Alister grabbed her a towel.
“That sounds promising,” said Alister.
Emberlyn shook her head. “You should have seen the look on his face. I was careless and the love spell I cast on Genna was too powerful. She cut her wrist tonight, Alister. She could have died had Jackson not stopped her. I saw it all when I went to the store. It all flashed before me like a bad movie. That poor girl could have died … I almost killed her.”
Alister put a gentle hand on Emberlyn’s arm. “But she’ll be okay?”
Emberlyn nodded and looked at Alister with sad eyes. “You know it’s time.”
This time it was Alister’s turn to nod. He gave her hand a small pat. “Yes, I’ll start making the moving arrangements in the morning. Where should we go this time?”
Emberlyn stood. “Marseille, I’d like to stay by the sea.”
“We’ll be there by the week’s end,” stated Alister.
Emberlyn let out a small sob as she turned and started towards the stairs leading to her room.
“Emberlyn,” Alister called.
She stopped and turned to face him.
“It may take me a little longer to get us to Marseille,” he said. “Who knows maybe Jackson will come around before we leave? I truly believe he has a good heart.”
Emberlyn hurried to Alister and gave him another hug. “You’re sweet to say that.”
“I’ll make us some tea,” said Alister.
She gave him a small smile and then hurried out of the kitchen. As she left, Alister went back to his kettle and finished filling it with water. He whistled a little tune while he put the kettle over heat, grabbed another dish towel from the drawer, and then hurried to the front door. No bell had been rung, but Alister knew they had company.

“Won’t you come in, Mr. Hunt? It is a mighty nasty storm,” said Alister to a drenched looking Jackson.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

The Dark Heart ~ Part 33

Chapter 10


By the time Jackson got back to The Shack the sun was beginning to rise. His legs felt like lead and all he wanted to do was to fall down into his bed and sleep for a week. Unfortunately, he knew he needed to go to the shop. He couldn’t remember if he had locked the door when he followed the paramedics out with Genna and he knew there was a lot of medical paraphernalia lying around from where they had stopped her wrist from bleeding. He wanted to get that cleaned up before Nora came in. He didn’t want anyone else to have to see the carnage.
He pushed slightly on the door and wasn’t surprised when it opened easily. As he stepped inside he sucked in a breath and took a quick step back as a figure stood in the shadows of the darkened store.
Jackson wondered if the knife that Genna used was close by as something he could grab as a weapon to use against the intruder, but then remembered the police had taken it with them as evidence.
He squared his shoulders, ready for the confrontation when the sun peaked over the horizon and cast its rays over the person as she turned to face him.
“Emberlyn?” Jackson furrowed his brows.
Her hand was covering her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Jackson. I never meant for any of this to happen.”
She gestured around to all the bloody bandages strewn across the floor and then hugged herself.
Jackson bowed his head, feeling the full weight of the night before. “Neither of us did, but it wasn’t our fault, Emberlyn. I don’t know why Genna became so obsessed with me. It doesn’t make sense at all.” He shook his head. “None of that matters now. She’s getting the help she needs and she’ll be okay.”
“But it is my fault,” cried Emberlyn. “I made her that way.”
“No,” Jackson whispered. “We didn’t do anything wrong. Genna and I were never a couple. I wanted to be once, but she wasn’t interested. Then all of a sudden she was jealous because I was seeing you. It doesn’t make sense, but that still doesn’t mean we did anything wrong.”
“I did this to her!” shouted Emberlyn.
Jackson hurried over to Emberlyn and wrapped her in a hug as she wept into his shoulder. He gently caressed her back and let his own tears flow. His heart ached for both Emberlyn and Genna.
As Emberlyn’s crying slowed, Jackson took a small step back and wiped his own eyes. “Genna had a crazy moment, that is all. She wasn’t thinking straight. You can’t blame yourself, Emberlyn.”
“I put a love spell on Genna,” stated Emberlyn. “At my party, the first night we met. I never meant for her to get hurt. I just wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine. I wanted her to feel for you, what you had been feeling for her, is all. I wanted her to see what she was missing.”
Jackson ran his hand through his hair. “What is with the women in my life today? Why is everyone acting so crazy? What do you mean you put a love spell on Genna? That doesn’t even make sense.”
“I’m a witch, Jackson.”
Jackson let out a sarcastic laugh. “Right, and I’m the Pied Piper.”
“I’m serious,” said Emberlyn.
“Okay,” said Jackson, holding up his hands. “I’ve already said I have no problem with alternative lifestyles, but I have to draw the line at a love spell. There’s no such thing as magic. You can’t control another person’s emotions or actions.”
Emberlyn waved her hand through the air and the store, that had once been lighted by the morning sun, grew darker than night. She snapped her fingers and stars started to twinkle where The Shack’s ceiling had once been. Jackson reached up to touch one and it chimed like a small bell.
“Wow, this is some amazing trick,” said Jackson. “How long did it take you to set this all up?”
“It’s not a trick, Jackson,” Emberlyn said in a low voice. Then she started to mumble, but Jackson couldn’t understand the words. Soon the Emberlyn’s starlit sky started to light up with the streaks of a thousand falling stars.
Jackson didn’t know if he should laugh at how spectacular it was or be furious. Genna was lying in a hospital bed and Emberlyn and used that unfortunate time to set up an extravagant light show.
Thunder roared in the distance and Jackson looked outside to see if a storm was rolling in. To his surprise all he saw was the sun and beautiful blue skies. A flash of lightning brought Jacksons attention back to Emberlyn. She was still mumbling words, but Jackson couldn’t hear them due to the thunder and wind that now blew through his store.
Shirts were ripped off hangers and a line of surf boards, which had once been secured against the wall, crashed to the floor. Jackson put his arm up to protect his face, certain a hanger or sunglasses or some other surf item would soon hit him in the head. He tried to focus on Emberlyn, who was still chanting.
“Emberlyn,” he screamed, “stop this. You’re going to rip the place to pieces!”
Emberlyn looked up, her cheeks wet with tears, said three final words then snapped her fingers again.
Jackson blinked hard as The Shack filled with sunlight from the windows. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he expected to see his store in chaos, but everything was right back where it belonged, except for all the bloody bandages from the paramedics, those were gone.
Jackson looked to around his store, then to Emberlyn. His thoughts were traveling in a million different directions.
“Magic is real?” he whispered. “And you’re a witch? You made Genna cut herself over me?”
“No, Jackson, the love spell wasn’t supposed to go that far. It was supposed to be a crush, not an infatuation. I never meant for that to happen. You have to believe …”
Jackson held his hand up and shook his head. “I can’t ... I need to think.”
Then he turned and walked out into the morning.