The Coven's Shadow

The sticky scent of stale beer and vomit clung to you, a harsh reminder of the party by the lake. Your brand new Mary Janes were ruined, courtesy of your best friend, Kay. Half-dragging her semi-conscious form through the darkened woods on the outskirts of New Salem, you muttered about how much she owed you.
You hadn't wanted to go to the stupid party, another attempt by the town's residents to pull you into the 'fold', into the world of the Coven you actively avoided. Just look where it had gotten you – ruined shoes and a drunken friend.
The woods were familiar, a path you could walk blindfolded, but Kay made it a challenge, stopping every few minutes to be sick. By the time you reached Gallows Lane, your street, you were ready to leave her there.
Then, a hand grabbed your arm as you stumbled, preventing your fall. You looked up into the most gorgeous face you'd ever seen.
