One thing Samantha Elizabeth Manson wasn't, was afraid of what she could do. She had never been afraid of herself before in her life. Not when her parents got divorced, not when she broke her arm in the second grade (supernaturally), and certainly not when her father told her she, him, and her grandma would be moving from sunny California to brisk Illinois.

Amity Park, Illinois. She had done her research. Ghost sightings, and tourist traps dotted the area around the supposedly haunted town, and Sam couldn't wait to bite her teeth into the occult legends surrounding the area. Ghosts, hybrids, and monsters. All of a goths favorite meals.

Sam never thought she would ever be afraid her abilities.

Until she had the dream.

The dream of ghostly green eyes and wicked white hair catching her from a fall, enough to make her heart pound in her chest. Brilliant white teeth smiling at her, making her face blush, but before their lips could meet, the boy was shot by a beam of brilliant light and he faded away.

Sam had always had visions in the past. Why did this one feel any different?

Sam's POV

I taped the last box shut with the packing tape as my father stood over me in my old room. "Now, Samantha." He started, and Sam resisted the urge to roll her eyes. He didn't like it when she did that, but he didn't…discipline her. Like her mother used to, at least.

"Yeah?" I asked quietly. His eyes softened and he gently laid a hand on my shoulder. "I don't mind you using your abilities at home, but I would rather you not tell anyone about what you can do when we get to Amity, okay? They may be more open minded but people will still be scared of you." He told me. I nodded my head obediently.

"We will get you as far away from your mother as possible." Grandma chimed in, Dad nodding his head quickly in agreement. "That monster will never hurt my baby girl again." Dad growled, before he grabbed my last box and brought it downstairs with him. I looked around at my old childhood bedroom, bad memories etched into the walls. Tears and desperation, anger and frustration…some of the only emotions she had had until recently.

My mother hadn't understood how she had bore a child with satanic prowess, and thought that she could train the freak out of her only daughter. She couldn't, because my powers only grew stronger the more she tormented me.

Grandma Ida told me that I had inherited the Manson Family Witch Blood. Passed down from generation to generation of Manson women. Our family goes all the way back to the Salem witch trails when my ancestor, Margauex Manson, was burned at the stake in front of her family, and more importantly, in front of her witch daughter. Our family had then been in the limelight with fortune and luck, many believing it to be God thanking us for killing off all of the Manson Witches.

But the witches remained, and apparently, I was one. I could see the future, move things with my mind, and preform spells to do various things. Usually I just use my powers to communicate with the dead. The dead were my only friends, and one of the one things that my mother feared about me.

The ghosts that I attracted. None would harm me, because I treated them with the respect that they deserved, but my mom got hurt once because she was afraid. That was the worst punishment I ever received.

After Dad had divorced her, he pleaded with me to only use my abilities in the house. I used to go to the graveyard to talk to forgotten spirits, but unfortunately, my grandma had also sided with my dad. People of San Diego, California may love anyone who could be a cover story, but someone with abilities like mine weren't welcome here.

So we were moving. I whispered one last goodbye in latin to the ghosts in the walls, and I could feel their auras twitch in sadness at seeing me go. I let them know they were free to follow if they wished, that Amity Park had supernatural upbringings as well, but I knew that I wouldn't feel these familiar spirits again unless I decided to come home one more time.

Leaving San Diego was bittersweet, but I can't say that I'm sad when we left the airport and took the sky to my new future, but that foreboding feeling in my chest had me getting out my sketchbook to free my feelings of despair. My father and grandmother shared a look, Grandma laying one quiet hand on my shoulder as I drew the mysterious boy from my dream.

"He's attracitive." She told me when I finished and just rested my ink stained finger on the page in front of me. I had drawn more than my dream had shown me. Half of the boys face was a pale white, blue eyes being the focal point being contrasted by raven black hair, but on the other half of the face was mirror opposite. Briliant green eyes and a shock of white hair on top of his head. But I could tell it was the same boy.

"Yeah. I don't know what it means though." I said, frustrated. I would have to do a focusing spell when we got to the new house. Dad said he may have gotten a place with a room for me to do my spells in, so long as I warded it before I did anything, and I hoped it was the case now. I could use a sanctuary to figure out who this boy I was dreaming of was.

I had the strongest inkling that I would be finding out sooner than I expected.

But when have my abilities ever done what I expect them to do.

WITCH SAM AU AYEEEEEE