1 Moving

Life is not always a piece of cake. It is rough and crazy but some of us don't have the strength or power to fight back so instead, we go with the flow. That is the definition of my life, I have fought for too long that I have grown tired. Now I just go where life wants to take me. It isn't practical but when you fight as long as I have then you learn to let go.

My name is Christian Watson but I am nicknamed Tian and I am two hundred and sixteen years old. I know what you must think that I am some old man with wrinkles on my face but I am not. I have the body of a sixteen-year-old boy. I have been reborn to this terrible place for the fifth time now. Normally one would get excited about being reborn but I am not, I have died four times and come back to life and each time I come back with the memories of all my past lives. With the pain and the yearning for my loved ones, I used to call family.

I have had five identities so far and four of them ended in tragedy. This life is bound to end the same way. You must be wondering what the hell I am going on about and why I am talking about rebirth. I am from a family of cursed were-witches, every witch/ werewolf in my family is under a curse. My pack the silver moon pack, was cursed by the moon goddess generations before I was born. For reasons I am not even aware of not that I care anyway. My curse is immortality and not the normal kind of immortality where I can't die. I can die but I get reborn within a year from the day I die. And not in the same family but different each time.

I come back with my magic, werewolf genes, and my memories, and each time I am reborn I come back stronger. Magic was fun at first like a hundred and something years ago, now it is just boring and tiresome. I don't do magic as often as I used to but you would be surprised at the spells I have learned over the years. I am a level twelve witch and I know all types of magic. When you live as long as I do with a photographic cursed memory your mind becomes a library of books.

I have a collection of books of all supernatural creatures. From witches to werewolves to vampires from ancient times. Collecting them was a hobby I developed after dying the second time.

I have also managed to become a true alpha by earning it. It wasn't easy but good deeds and bravery equals great reward from the moon goddess but that was in my second life before I stopped being good. Speaking of her she has been nothing but a pain in the neck for me. I hear that she must grant each soul a mate but unfortunately for me, I have never had that privilege of falling in love with a special mate. Who you feel a connection with and are bound to forever. But I have fallen in love before just not with the special someone. That is also a blessing because having to miss a destined mate after I die and get reborn might hurt more than how I miss my real family.

"Tian, hurry up we are going to be late," shouted my sister from her room. She tells me to hurry up and yet she is the one who still has to get ready. My sister and I are moving to Saffron fall to live with our aunt and uncle. I for one don't mind moving but Bella has been complaining non-stop about it. She is not happy about this trip at all and has left no chance to show her protest. My this life Mom and Dad put their foot down on the issue and refused to change their minds.

Bella had hosted the party of the year this summer to which anyone and everyone was invited. The whole house was full from top to bottom and one of her friends drove dad's favorite Jeep into the pool. He was not too happy about that and as her punishment, she is being sent Saffron falls and I am only tagging along because the queen bee somehow convinced our parents that I should also go.

I miss my real family, I know that they are alive somewhere living out their curse. I have tried to look for them but I couldn't find them and my magic can't trace them and every time I try the curse blocks it. I get my things loaded in the car and get seated in the back seat. The driver and I are waiting for Bella to come so we can leave. Life in the city is fine but I am open to a peaceful life in a quiet town.

I reach into my bag and get a black box, it is the box where I keep the hell's dust. The dust is from the hellfire and I got it when I died the last time. Yes, I went to hell when I died and it was not a pleasant trip. Hell is a terrible place that one should not wish to go, take it from some who has been there four times. I am a witch and I have and will probably still do the most horrible things known to man hence hell is where I will return to when I die. I can't even try to be good because witches aren't made for heaven, the least a supernatural creature can expect is going to the other side.

The other side is where supernatural creatures get to live out the rest of their spiritual life. It is connected to the land of the living so one can also watch over their loved one from there but the requirements to do there are unknown to me as every time I die I have the unfortunate luck of visiting Lucifer in hell.

It is not convenient but it better than a vacation with Lucifer in his kingdom. He is not a good host at all, I stop thinking of the past and pour a handful of the dust in the ground, and cast a spell. The dust will protect us through the journey and alert me if a supernatural creature is close by. I do not wish to return to hell after only sixteen years of being free.

"I am here, we can go. Are you daydreaming again? You do that a lot you know and it is not good for you to be thinking so much," said Bella bringing me out of my thoughts.

"I can't help it when I don't have a life as you do," I say and she agrees.

"But don't worry, I will turn you into a popular in Saffron high. Trust me, when I am done with you everyone will want to be your friend," she said and I shook my head. I don't want to be friends with everyone nor do I want to be popular. I have traveled down the popular path many times to be tired of it. I just want to be in peace and live my life without constant judges who think they have a right to comment on everything you do.

The car ride to my aunt's place was nice and I got the chance to take a nap. That was until the dust turned black and started reacting. I woke up and examined the area from the window, there was a magical barrier at the entrance of the town and I was picking out a lot of supernatural energy. I summoned the dust back and cast another spell to find who my neighbors are. Not just witches but werewolves and vampires were in the town. So much for wanting a peaceful life.

The car drove past the barrier and from the feeling of it I can tell that a very strong witch had created that barrier. And that too with very powerful air magic. I have a feeling that my life here is going to be a roller coaster ride instead of the peaceful one that I had imagined. Because if there is one that I have learned in my past four lives it is that magic is like a magnet that traps you and will always attract you in its direction whether you like it or not.

"Are you daydreaming again?" Bella asked bringing me out of my trance. I looked over to her and see that she was filing her nails.

"Just taking in the view of our new home," I said.

"No, this is not our new home but our new prison. And I have a plan, all we have to do is show mom and dad how terrible our lives are here and they will get us back home," she said and I rolled my eyes at her stupid plan. She is the biggest drama queen ever and she exaggerates things over the moon.

The driver parks the car outside our aunt's place and helps us get our luggage out of the car. I glance over at my new home and frown. My werewolf instincts are screaming bad vibes at me. And I have a feeling that living here won't be as nice as I thought.