~BOOK 4/PART TWO~ Paranormal: The Battle's Only Just Begun (Multi-Bandom FanFic)

Natalie pushed through the front door of Brendon's apartment and heaved a sigh, her eyes immediately trailing over to the wizard lying across the couch, his feet propped up on one of the arms and his head resting on a pile of pillows. The wizard was directing a small spark through the air in a bored manner, before he turned his head and saw the young witch standing at the doorway.

"Oh, hey, Nat," He greeted, a dismal tinge to his tone. He almost looked like a completely different man. The arrogance that typically emanated from his egotistical self had completely vanished, and the sparkle that usually was captured in his eyes had faded.

Brendon felt the same cloud of depression cover him every morning he woke up and tried everything to get rid of it, but only Rachael could do that for him. He was stunned the day she told him she needed space, but it only got worse the morning she moved out. Every picture, every shoe, every small jacket of hers was gone. Little things now deepened his grim mood, like the fact that records Rachael frequently listened to were missing, and that the space beside him in bed was empty and cold.

"What are you doing?" She inquired, biting her lip in an attempt to keep herself together.

He shrugged his shoulders and returned his attention to the ceiling. "Nothing really. Where'd you go?"

"Just out and around," Rachael's sister replied, walking over to Brendon and positioning herself on top of him, straddling him with her legs. The wizard's eyes immediately went wide. "I caught Rachael before she left." The girl leaned down, running her hands up Brendon's chest and bringing their faces closer. Brendon didn't notice the sexual energy being transferred from Natalie into him, but he could feel the tightness growing in his pants. "She told me she was leaving town for a bit. Any reason why?"

"I-I don't know," The wizard stammered, an uneasy feeling washing over him as the girl began to slowly grind against him, "D-D-Do you mind getting off of me?"

"Brendon, please, we're having a conversation. You were the last person she was with, right?" She inquired, keeping her blues eyes locked on his brown ones. Natalie's hands glowed as they ran against his face, and in response, Brendon moaned in ecstasy. "I mean, she must've told you something. You and her were always more than just friends."

"Natalie, please, I-"

"You what? You don't like it?" The girl smirked and swooped in, biting Brendon's lip for a moment or two before pulling back and whispering, "You can tell me all you want that you don't want this, Brendon, but your body tells me different."

"Natalie, stop!" Brendon took back control over his emotions, but only temporarily. The wizard twisted his body, making the girl on top of him fall to the ground while he sat upward, and looked down at her. "I'm not going to have sex with you. I'm in love with your sister." The words coming out of his mouth helped him regain his love for Natalie's older sister, but Natalie still had a hold on him.

"Of course you are." She adjusted her upper body so she was leaning on her elbows to support her. "Everyone loves her. But you know, the only person she loves is that stupid vampire she ran away with. Patrick. What the hell's so special about him?" Adamant about getting what she wanted, the young girl picked herself back up and sat on Brendon's lap, draping her arms over his shoulders and pulling herself closer to him, their bodies clashing together. She tangled her fingers in his hair and smiled. "He's nothing like you. Rachael doesn't know what she's missing." Brendon moved into the warming touch Natalie was providing.

"Damn right. He doesn't care for Rachael. He's not even man enough to think about what she wants. He's so fucking selfish and he doesn't deserve her." The wizard pouted and Natalie enjoyed playing with the wizard's emotions.