THE MAGIKAL SHOPPE
A SHINee Paranormal AU

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Introduction

    MY NAME IS JINKI LEE, I'm twenty-five years old.  Four years ago my life had been as normal as any humans can be - while being able to move things with your mind, and owning a magic shop inherited from their grandmother - in the mortal world.  Apparantly, there are other worlds out there, including one that magic folk such as myself originated from.  Witches, werewolves, even shapeshifters, to name a few, sometime in the last five hundred years had decided to go against custom and start mating with humans.  Thus, you get people like me, who had absolutely no idea they could do magic until...  *clears throat  ...you nearly destroy your house while having a nightmare, or set things on fire when you get upset.
    I used to do that.  I'd been thirteen when my powers had appeared.  After the first nightmare my mother had been happy - happy I'd almost destroyed our house - and she'd called my grandmother.  They'd enlightened me on all things paranormal.  Of course, in the mortal world there's only so much you can experience, because magic is limited here.
    So, they'd trained me in visualization techniques to keep my emotionally activated telekenesis and hyperkenesis (the fire starting) in check.  I'd also learned how to do potions, which I have affinity for, meaning I have the talent for creating my own recipes (I inherited it from my grandmother).  My mother's affinity for spells definitely missed the mark - I couldn't pull one off if I wanted to.  They either fizzled out or... sometimes, did the opposite.  I haven't given up yet.
    I don't like to fail at things, so Spells-one, Me-point five... whatever.  I'll figure it out.  It also might have to do with the fact that abrupt changes like a pen becoming a chair or a pumpkin becoming sentient - and talking to me - freaks me the hell out.  Yeah, when you grow up as a mortal, regardless if you are, you don't take that kind of change very well - well, maybe you would, but I don't, so... yeah.  Moving on.
    In two days, I'll be going to the world of my ancestors -  Reince Field.  I looked up the definition for Reince and it means:
The desire to inspire and lead, to control other's affairs.  You are giving, courageous and bold, action oriented, energetic and strong willed.  You want to make a difference in the world, and this attitude attracts you to cultural interests, politics, social issues, and the cultivation of your creative talents.
    I don't know about all that, plus, that's a defintions from wikipedia in the mortal world and most likely isn't what the Ancient's had in mind when they created a community there.  However, I resonate with the I am giving and strong willed, and I definitely want to cultivate my creative talents - like learning how to make spells work for me.  Doing magic is nothing if not pure creativity.  You change energy and make something out of nothing.  How more creative could you get?
    From what I've learned from certain parties who are now close to me, Reince Feild has the usual level of snobbery and drama, so nothing new there.  Those certain parties are my magical friends whom I've met over the last three years:  Key, a Fae who disowned himself from the Fae culture.  Even though he does blood magic he dislikes their brutality and controlling ways.  It also had to do with Jonghyun, a Shape-shifter whose deemed himself Key's Familiar.
    Shape-shifters are an entirely different species from Familiars, and it's frowned upon in most societies - like he's downing himself somehow.  It's kind of like how people pity a submissive female to a dominate male - they forget that the dominate may have control, but it's the submissive who allows it, they're the one with the actual control, so yeah.  And Jonghyun is anything but submissive.  You'd think he was a werewolve with all his breaking of things and in your face kind of attitude.  They'd come to the mortal world, because Key had wanted a change in scenery, and where he goes, Jonghyun goes.
    Then there's sweet-naive-little Vampire Taemin.  He's the oldest, at one hundred and eighty, and looks the youngest.  Because of his personality he's adored by all and we take care of him, especially Minho.  Minho had been a normal witch until Taemin accidently bit him.  When Minho changed it unleashed a can of drama that destroyed his parents' relationship.
    See, a supernatural creature isn't supposed to be able to turn in to another supernatural creature, being bitten or not, and is especially not supposed to be able to become both, Hence:  A Dormant Vampire Gene.  When he'd been bitten, that dormant vampire gene had woken up.  His mother had once had an affair with a second generation half vampire, half witch hybrid, and Minho hadn't been his Father's biological son.  Broken hearted from his mothers betrayal and his father disowning him, he'd divorced himself from the whole family.
    To top matters off, the Ancient Coven his family had been a part of, with help from his Father, had tried to have Taemin executed, so Minho could return to normal.  The snobby Coven couldn't have a hybrid in their ranks.  Because Minho had a genetic vampire gene, killing Taemin most likely wouldn't have turned him back.  The damage had been done.  His mother's betrayal had also gotten her kicked out of the Coven, by the way - it was impure.
    Anywho, even though Minho hadn't known Taemin well back then, he'd still chosen him over his Coven and his family.  He'd become a part of Taemin's Tribe, which is what Vampires belong to.  They'd eventually become Lifemates, and for educational purposes had come to the mortal world.  They'd been here for twenty-five years before we'd met.  Key and Jonghyun had been here for ten, and strangely were more adept in human culture than they were.  The reason being - Key is more intelligent than they - we - are, and he learns quickly.  And he never lets us forget it.
    One lesson in life:  Don't piss Key off.
    Learn it, pocket it, and pull it out to remind yourself when you decide to mess with him - pratical jokes count.
    I'd once made him angry.   Him knowing my phobia about things becoming other things and talking to me, had used it against me - and cackled like the witch he claims to be, when I'd begged him to make it stop.  He'd had my reflection talk to me.  I'd had to cover all mirrors and avoid reflective surfaces for a week.  That's a lot harder than it sounds.
    My reflection hadn't been evil, but - Phobia.  I still have nightmares about it.  
    Sometimes, I hate witches, even if I am one.

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