187Hey everybody! Dang, its been awhile. I'm writing this from my new laptop! The reason I haven't updated anything was because my motherboard fried up on my old computer. I lost all my pictures, vids, and all my fanfiction. =( I could use my mom's work computer but only for Facebook, Email, and to check my grades. So, I got this thang for Xmas and its amazing, loads of room! I really am sorry I haven't updated on weekends, but highschool can get pretty hectic. I really do love the helpful feedback, reviews, and alerts! It makes me happy, because I thought no one would ever read this fic. =D
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Sabrina Grimm sped down the dirt street on her red bicycle, leaving a trail of dust in the air in her wake. She hadn't rode her bicycle since she got it for her birthday. Sabrina zipped down the road, forgetting how fun it was. Heading to Tristan's house was quite a journey. He lived on the other side of town, opposite of the Grimm's. As Sabrina went along, she pondered what the boy wanted to give her. It hadn't been quite specific on the phone, just waited until she agreed, gave her directions, and hung up. Then was barraged by questions from Daphne. The girl quickly made a beeline for the front door after that.
Suddenly, Sabrina's bike hit a large bump in the road, causing her to tumble off. She had practically face-planted in the dirt. Sabrina quickly sprang up, dusting herself while glancing around with instinctive embarrassment. Going over to her bike, and picking it up, she was about to climb back on when a buzzing behind her caught her attention. She whipped around to find a lone pixie, hovering in the air. Sabrina let out a frustrated noise.
"Puck, stop following me!" she hollered into the trees before her. Her voice was met with silence. Raising an eyebrow, Sabrina turned back to the pixie.
"Did you come here alone?"
The little light buzzed loudly, flying around erratically. It flew over to Sabrina and gently landed in the middle of her forehead. She then realized it must have been the pixie from the night before.
Sabrina smiled a bit, but then returned back to the bike.
"Sorry, I have to go now. You should back to Puck." she suggested, mounting her bike. The pixie buzzed in a low tone, and flew away, only to come back again in a few moments. Seemingly, it tended to follow her.
Sabrina shrugged, then began to peddle again, the little light zipping after her.
The door opened to Tristan with a blue toothbrush in his mouth, toothpaste in his hand.
"Sabrina! How's it going?" He asked, voice muffled. "Wait one sec."
He returned a few minutes later, teeth sanitation tools gone.
"Sorry," he said, opening the door wider so she could enter. "Chocolate cake is good, but it leaves your mouth feeling like a tar pit."
The archer lead Sabrina through a threshold into a small living room. The Hood's house was cozy and quaint, much like the Grimm household. It was also spotless, except for a scattered pile of books on a nearby table. Puck's pixie flew out of its hiding spot, Sabrina's hair, and floated next to Sabrina ear.
Tristan stared at it. "Nice earing."
The little light buzzed hotly, and zipped back into Sabrina's locks.
"One of Pucks' minions," Sabrina explained, and then awkwardly cleared her throat. "I wanted to apologize for his behavior yesterday. He has serious problems."
Tristan chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. "It's cool, I'm used to it anyway." He gestured for Sabrina to take a seat. She went over to the couch and sank into its velutinous cushions.
"Anywho, I called you over for a very important reason. I've been reading up on you predicament," Tristan said, going over to a stack of leather books on a table. "Baba Yaga's warning on how you'll become versatile is beginning to look promising. I found a few books talking about how magic affected humans back in the first few decades of Ferryport Landing's existence. Everafters didn't hide themselves from mortals, nor their magic, since all of them got along back then. Humans began encountering magic regularly, and the result was that a small handful became addicted." Tristan picked a book and flipped to a bookmarked page. "It goes on to say the humans became insuppressible and powerful. Their need for magic driving them mad, until.." He cleared on his throat, and shut the book. "Don't worry, it can be fixed.
"How?" Sabrina asked, heart thumping in her ribcage. Her problem seemed to even more serious then she realized, and now her future seemed bleak.
Tristan scratched the back of his head, and tossed the withered book back on the dining table. "Haven't found that piece of the puzzle yet. Still got some researching to do." Robin Hood's son picked up from the table and went over to sit by Sabrina.
"This is what I wanted to give you, though."
Much to Sabrina's confusion, in his hand was a porcelain teapot. It was decorated with intricate black swirls that reminded the girl of flowers. It was beautiful, yet was Sabrina was befuddled on why the boy wanted her or have it, or how why he had it in the first place. He didn't seem the type of guy that was into this sorta thing.
"You want to have a tea party with me?" Sabrina asked, dumbfounded.
Tristan started cracking up. "No, as much fun as that sounds. Its not really a teapot."
Just then, a gray mist seeped out from the spout of the teapot, curling up in the air above the children. Sabrina's eardrum's popped as energy cackled as it manifested into a solid shape. There, above them was a girl, waving the gray fog away from her face, coughing violently.
"Aragh," she spluttered, gasping for breath. "I'll never get used to that."
Sabrina stood there, mouth agape.
"Sabrina this is Anita, Anita meet Sabrina." Tristan grinned, watching Sabrina's expression.
"Oh my goodness!" The genie squeaked, reaching out to shake the blond girl's hand vigorously. "Its so nice to meet you! Its so nice to meet someone new. I'm always stuck in that stinky lamp all by myself, it really is a bore. Oh, you're glowing!"
Magic coursed through Sabrina when she made hand contact with the genie and it at once made adrenaline pump through her veins, and a jittery feeling buzzed in her brain. Tristan stepped in between them, their connection broken. Sabrina frowned as the magic left her body, a lulled uncomfortable feeling taking its place.
Tristan turned to Sabrina, forehead creasing. "'Brina, this magic addition is serious. I'm entrusting you with Anita to detract the addiction. If you don't have contact with magic constantly, you'll go insane. With Anita by your side, it'll give us time to find a cure."
Sabrina nodded, determination in her eyes. More than anything she wanted this complication over with as soon as possible. The sooner it was over, the sooner she could wake up her parents.
"Don't tell anyone about this," he said, voice hard. "The Scarlet Hand would sacrifice half of their army for a genie's lamp, even if she is...different."
Anita frowned, and her almond shaped eyes went forlorn, fixing Sabrina with a sad gaze.
"Different?" Sabrina queried.
"I'm a sad excuse for a spellbinder." Anita proclaimed, her clear voice no longer cheerful. "I can't grant wishes. Even my magic for my own benefit is limited. Who wants a dysfunctional genie who can't even do the one thing she was created for?"
"Hey, that makes you unique," Sabrina offered. "And you're helping me with a huge problem, you aren't useless at all."
Anita smiled thoughtfully then nodded.
"Take care of her, she's my bestfriend," Tristan explained, as Anita swirled back into her lamp. He picked it up off the floor and gently handed it to Sabrina.
"I will," Sabrina promised, looking down at the lamp, she wondered if this plan might actually work. It looked promising, but her judgement wasn't as of good lately.
"I'll call you later to see how everything is," he said, walking her to the door. "Tell Peter Pan I said 'hello'."
Sabrina laughed. "I will, see you later."
"Seeya,'Brina" Tristan chuckled, giving her a wink, and closed the door.
Sabrina set the genie lamp on her bed. While everyone was downstairs preparing for dinner, she rushed upstairs before she asked to set the table and locked her bedroom door. When she arrived a half an hour earlier, Daphne bombarded her with questions, including what Tristan had given her. Sabrina said she'd show her later, when everyone was asleep. Daphne squealed and nodded, predicting something fantastic.
"Uh," Sabrina said. She wasn't sure how to get Anita out of her lamp. Tristan hadn't rubbed it three times, which she had remembered as the way to summon a genie. Nevertheless, Sabrina reached over and rubbed the lamp's glassy surface.
"Hehe!" Anita's voice echoed out of the lamp's spout. "That tickles!"
Anita appeared before Sabrina in the same fashion as when they first met. After they both stopped choking on the gray smog, Sabrina gestured around them.
"This is me and my sister's room."
Anita looked around curiously, floating over to Sabrina's hairbrush and studying the model airplanes hanging above the bed.
Now that the two were alone, Sabrina was able to get a good look at the girl genie. The first thing she observed was her hair. It was tied up on top of her head, yet ran down her back like an ink spill. Her skin was dark, as Sabrina remembered reading that genies originated in the Middle East. She well could've been eons old, yet her face was youthful and bright, much like Daphne's. Her eyes were almond-shaped and the color of butterscotch.
Anita looked back at Sabrina and grinned. "I've been here before."
"What do you mean?" Sabrina asked, staring at the genie who floated over to the window, running her hand over the wall.
Before Anita could reply, There was a loud knock at the bedroom door, and someone tried turning the locked door-knob.
"Sabrina, what are you doing in there?" Daphne asked, then lowered her voice into a whisper. "When are you going to show me?"
"Uhh," Sabrina stuttered, while she waved her arms at Anita and pointed to the porcelain lamp. Anita got the picture, gave Sabrina a little wave, and disappeared back into her chamber.
Sabrina let out a relieved sigh and went over to the door to let her sister in. Daphne rushed over to the bed, jumped on, and sat down. She gave Sabrina a big smile.
"What?" Sabrina asked, chuckling at her sister's goofy grin.
"I'm ready to see what Tristan gave you!"
"Oh, right," Sabrina went over to the dresser and picked up the lamp. She handed it to Daphne carefully.
"Holy toast!" Daphne exclaimed, eyes oogly. "It's so pretty!" She then looked up at her older sister with a amused expression. "He likes to throw tea parties?"
Sabrina shrugged and laughed, grateful that Anita lamp looked more than a expensive teapot than anything else. Was that because she couldn't grant wishes?
Just then, the little pixie zipped out of Sabrina's hair, making the girl jump. She had forgotten it was even there. It zoomed over to Daphne, floating by her head, blinking on and off several time rapidly.
It then circled the teapot, twittering and buzzing noisily. Sabrina gaped as she realized its intention's were.
It was trying to give away her secret!
Daphne laughed at the little light, oblivious to its message. "I think it wants to go inside."
She was about to lift up the top of the lamp, but Sabrina ran over and snatched it away from her, yelling "No!".
Daphne stared at Sabrina with wide eyes before muttering, "Sheesh, possessive much?"
"Well, you know...I don't want it to poop or there or anything." Sabrina said, stuttering for an excuse. Sabrina did not even know what would happen if you opened the top a genie lamp. Would Anita come out? Would they get sucked in? Sabrina didn't know, and she didn't want to find out.
The pixie let out a surprised sound, then droned irritably at Sabrina.
Daphne's face turned into disbelief. She stared at the pixie. "They can...do that?"
Sabrina nodded earnestly.
"Gross!"
"Lieblings, time for dinner!" Granny Relda's voice called from downstairs. Daphne rushed out of the room immediately. Sabrina glared daggers at the pixie.
"Don't think I don't know what you're doing!" She grasped the little light right out of the air with her free hand and stalked over to the open window. She flung it outside where it chattered at her pointedly.
"This is none of your business. Your just as meddling as Puck!" Sabrina hollered at it, then slammed the window. She sat the genie lamp in the farthest reaches of the closet, telling Anita she'll be back soon.
The little pixie slammed itself into the window, making little 'chinks!' as it tried to get back inside.
That's it for now! I will probably most likely update TOMMORROW! It depends on how many people review and tell me their thoughts and this chapter. Feedback is always appreciated, even if its just to say you like the story. Bye for now!