Hi, this is my first Strange Magic fanfic, and I'm super nervous on how it turned out because I haven't written anything this long before. And also I just wanted to say that I own nothing except the idea for the story. I just loved the movie and I got to thinking small what ifs and I got super excited and just started writing. I quote different songs throughout the story and I made sure to give the name and who they are by so that I hopefully don't get into trouble if I didn't get a song or two with the artist for that I am sorry. Please enjoy and don't forget to review! Also this is rated T to be on the safe side.

It was just after eight o'clock in the evening when the doors to Fairy Fields Lounge finally opened. No one really noticed the tall man whose eyes kept roaming around

the building, scrutinizing every detail that could be seen in order to understand why the place got as much business as The Goedwig Dark Club even though it had

only opened a month ago. He walked up to the bouncer who asked for his name, "August Wood" replied the piercing blue-eyed man with a thick Scottish accent. The

bouncer waved him in not knowing who he truly was, which was fine by Bog King as he just wanted to observe what made the place so popular. He walked inside,

wearing his best black suit and his hair a slight mess, and noticed the place was very bright with pastels everywhere and people were walking around in what seemed

like a cross between business casual and formal. There was a stage along the main wall with a band setting up, but for the meantime it seemed as though only

classical music was playing. Bog went and sat a table in the back of the room, one of many that were scattered throughout the wide space not leaving a lot of room

for the dance floor (if there was one in this place). To Bog the place seemed more like a restaurant than a club, he pulled out the newspaper he had brought with him

showing Fairy Fields Lounge and its blonde owner with a deep brown-eyed woman at his side, according to the article; they were to be married within the next few

months, Good for them he thought as he folded the paper and asked the waitress for a drink

You can do this! Thought Marianne to herself as she prepared for her set. You've done this many times in front of Dawn, Sunny, Dad, and Roland to make sure

tonight's performance was perfect, you can do this. When she saw the time she quickly finished applying her make-up and went out onstage dressed up the way

Roland liked. "Welcome everyone to our one month celebration of Fairy Meadows Lounge opening, we are very excited to have all of you here tonight, and without

further ado, let's get our little show on the road!" She said excitedly as the band behind her finished warming up, when they were ready they nodded to Marianne and

she prepared to sing. The song was very slow and quiet, as though she wasn't allowed to have her voice above the conversations floating around the room/ No one

was really listening to her sing, except one person in the shadows making his way toward the stage with a small drink in his hand. She paused a moment and tried to

get a good look at him with very little results, so she continued to look around the rest of the room. Then, she noticed something in the corner of her eye, it was

Roland flirting with a blonde woman as though Marianne wasn't even there. Marianne stopped singing her eyes filling with tears because of Roland's betrayal. Roland

had finally stopped kissing the woman only to see Marianne looking straight at him as though she could kill him right then and there. She stormed over to him

screaming, "You cheating son-of-a-pig! How could you!?" Roland slowly backed up saying, "Now darlin' it isn't what it looks like, honest! Why don' you jus' dry up

them tears an' go look purty out on stage again." Roland should never have opened his mouth because Marianne punched him, hard. "We. Are. Through. I am not

some object to display when you feel like it! I never want to see you ever again!" she spat as she threw her engagement ring at him and headed for the women's

restroom, crying until Dawn went in.

Bog had seen the entire thing. When he saw her begin to sing at the other end of the room he had risen from his seat (staying in the shadows) to get closer so he

could hear her over the conversations going on in the club. When he saw her look at him with her brown eyes, he had become curious and held his stare as best he

could with his blue ones. Then after a few more moments she went back to looking around the room until her eyes stayed somewhere off-stage behind a curtain,

where he noticed two blondes very close together. His eyes went back to her as he saw her rage come from the very depths of hell. When he saw the blonde man's

face he knew exactly what happened. He smirked as he heard her call the moron a, "cheating-son-of-a-pig," and punched him. Quite some fire for a girl like that, he

thought to himself. For some reason he found himself wanting to go to her even though they hadn't officially met. Maybe it was because her situation was similar to

his own. He was about ready to leave when an idea struck him. He pulled out a small flyer from his suit coat and folded it, then he walked over to the stage and

addressed the member closest to him, "Excuse me, may I borrow a pen?" He was immediately given a pen and wrote a message for the girl, Marianne he figured,

from the photo in the article, "Please, make sure this gets to the girl who needed a break from singing." The same man who gave him the pen gave a quick nod. With

that done he paid for his drink and walked out of the club where he removed his jacket and loosened his tie with a smile. "The light doesn't seem to suit you very well

Tough Girl, why not try the dark?" He mused as he hopped onto his motorcycle heading for his club.

Marianne sat in one of the bathroom stalls, crying until she couldn't produce more tears. "Marianne? What happened? Why are you crying?" asked Dawn as she

walked into the bathroom after her sister. "Nothing…everything's fine. I just ended it with Roland." Marianne said trying not to break down again. "You ended it with

Roland! Why?" Dawn asked confused. "Difference of opinion." She responded a bit more sure of herself. She couldn't let Dawn know what happened, it might ruin

everything she believed love to be and she wasn't going to let that happen not when Dawn still had so much hope for love. Marianne walked out of the stall and over

to the sink to clean herself up, Dawn was looking at her with confusion. Once she was a bit more presentable she turned to her sister and took her shoulders pulling

her into a hug, "Can we go home, please?" Dawn took a moment and returned her sister's hug, "Yeah, let's go home." Before they could exit the club Sunny walked

toward them, "Hey Marianne, hey Dawn." He said giving Dawn his best smile. "Sunny, Dawn and I were just on our way home, is there something you needed?"

Sunny finally looked at Marianne and started feeling inside his pockets where he found what he was searching for. "Yeah, some guy in a suit with blue eyes walked up

to me and asked me to give you this." He held out the folded piece of paper toward Marianne who took it and crumpled it in her hand but didn't let go of it. "Thanks

Sunny. We'll see you around," She said as she and Dawn headed toward the street to get a taxi home.

Bog pulled up to his club, the Goedwig Dark Club, and let out an exhausted sigh when he saw who stood in front of it…his mother. "Hi sweetie!" she said excitedly.

"Mother not now. I've got work I need to do." Bog said even though he knew it was futile. "I know, I just wanted to tell you about this lovely young lady I met

today…" That's when he started to tune her out, he hated it when she tried to set him up on blind dates. His mother was always trying to do this even though all the

girls became disappointed when they saw him and his features. Girls never went for him because of his sharp features and his unkempt hair, the main reason girls

agreed to give him a chance before they saw him was because he was the owner of one of the coolest clubs in the city. He hated it when girls did that, it just gave

him more of a reason to hate the idea of falling in for someone. But that girl tonight, she hadn't looked at him with disgust more like curiosity as though she could

see through him and she couldn't look away. But he dismissed the idea believing to have imagined it. After all, why would she have taken an interest in me when she

will probably not trust men ever again? He thought to himself as he made his way through the dancers to his office where he could finish what he needed to so he

could get some sleep, seeing as how it had been an interesting evening.

Three months had passed since Marianne had broken off her engagement with Roland, but the idiot would not take the hint. He kept calling day and night and leaving

messages saying how wrong he was, or that he was simply trying to make her jealous. One time he called when he was drunk and told her, "You know what

sweetheart? *hic* you aren't going to find someone else *hic* because…because you aren't as beautiful as you… you think you are. Also, your voice is terrible

especially when you sing. *hic* so one way or another YOU are going to be mine again…you hear!" That one phone call sent her completely into tears and she

unfortunately believed Roland, even though she knew he was so drunk off his ass to really understand what he had said. In those three months without Roland she

started to find herself again. She had taken up martial arts as a way to defend herself as the need arose, and her appearance changed as well; she had taken to

dressing in a short black skirt with purple accents, black combat boots, and various V-neck t-shirts that went well under a short black jacket, and fingerless gloves

helped to complete her outfit making her feel invincible. Her hair which had gone down to the middle of her back, became really short. She began wearing purple

eyeshadow that made her brown eyes pop. And because of Roland's drunk comments, she stopped singing and tried to focus on other hobbies. Dawn, Sunny, and her

dad, were as supportive as possible often saying that, "So long as you are happy, we are happy," which was fine. Soon, Roland finally understood that his phone calls

were getting him nowhere, he started appearing in random places with his three best friends and started singing to her (which was incredibly embarrassing). He had

started doing this at her martial arts dojo where she went for classes, and he started singing "C'mon Marianne" thankfully she was able to escape in the middle of his

awful singing to her car. Then, when she was on her way to her favorite coffee shop he'd caught her leaving and sang "Baby Come Back" to which she had groaned

and locked herself back inside the house until Dawn finally came back from what she had been doing was able to get rid of him for a while. A couple of days later she

decided to get herself a can of pepper spray so that she could blind him long enough to kick him and get away. When she went to put the small can in her purse, she

noticed a piece of paper that had been folded, then crumpled. She realized that this was the piece of paper Sunny had given her three months ago. Carefully, as if it

were a bomb that could explode with the wrong movement, she flattened it as much as possible. Then she started to unfold it, after the first fold she saw a note that

read, "Should you ever need to escape the light…" it wasn't in Sunny's handwriting. She finished unfolding it to find that it was a flyer for the Goedwig Dark Club, the

other hotspot in town besides Roland's Fairy Fields Lounge. Roland had forbidden her to go while they had been together saying that it was full of hideous freaks, like

the owner. He had told her that her curiosity for the club would fade but it never had, so she decided that that Friday night she would finally go check it out.

It was Thursday night and Bog was practicing with his band known as the Goblins. He was the lead singer/guitarist, Thang was on bass guitar, Stuff was on the

keyboard, and Brutus was on drums. They were practicing the covers of a few songs that they were going to perform the next night. After that they practiced some

original songs written by Bog himself, they were a bit dark but while they were practicing people would often come out to hear them and sometimes dance which

made him smile knowing that they enjoyed his music. However, sometimes it felt like his songs were missing something…something that would make the Goblins

stand out. He wasn't sure what it was but he knew someday he would find it. "Hey BK, what's got you lost in thought?" asked Stuff as they just finished practice.

"Nothing," he lied, "Why do you ask?" Stuff looked at him like he was crazy, "Because you have that faraway look that you've been getting more often recently." Bog

looked at her as though she'd said something strange. "I do not," he said blushing slightly. Stuff let out a sigh and allowed the matter to drop since it was obvious he

didn't want to talk about it. The truth was he couldn't stop thinking about that girl with the deep brown eyes and a fire inside of her, even three months later. It was

like she latched onto his mind and wouldn't let go. He wasn't sure how to feel about it. Bog let out a sigh and put his guitar away and went to sit down on the couch

they had on the side of the garage. Will she come tomorrow night, I wonder…he thought as he started to doze off.

Marianne was in her room getting ready to go to the Goedwig Dark Club. She had pulled on a purple halter top, black pants, a pair of black heels and her favorite

short black jacket, after reapplying her make-up she was ready to go. Before she left she made sure Roland was nowhere in sight, the creep had turned into quite the

stalker after she broke it off with him. She got to the club and was glad to see that he hadn't followed her, thank God. She walked up to the door and immediately

heard music. Loud, pulsating, get out of your seat and dance kind of music, which was different from Roland's club music which made you want to fall asleep where

you were standing. She opened the door was instantly greeted by people dancing everywhere, there was a DJ on the other side of a large room who seemed to be

having just as much fun as the dancers in front of him. The club had two stories, a bar was located on the second story. It was dark save for the lights that allowed

you to see the details of the person in front of you. Just as she was getting ready to dance along with everyone else the music stopped abruptly and some people

went on stage giving the DJ a break. One of them grabbed the microphone and started talking with a thick Scottish accent, "Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the

Goedwig Dark Club," he got a round of applause, "yes, it's very nice to have you all here tonight. For those of you who have recently joined us tonight my name is

Bog and this is Stuff, Thang, and Brutus and we are the Goblins." He said with a mischievous smile and picked up his guitar, "We are going to start off…" he paused

for a moment as though he had just seen something then quickly continued, "…we're going to start off with a couple of covers then hop right into our own music."

Everyone erupted in cheers at the band preparing to play, "Then let's get this show on the road!" He shouted to the crowed who erupted into more cheers, she even

found herself joining excited to hear them for her first night. The Goblins started off with "Play That Funky Music" by Wild Cherry, and Marianne found herself dancing

finally enjoying herself after so long. The song was over way too soon when the lead guitarist said, "Okay, we're going to slow it down a wee bit but I'm pretty sure

you will all enjoy the song." He turned to his group and they started to play.

Bog took a breath before starting to sing, She's here…I saw those curious brown eyes she's here! He didn't understand why that made him so happy but it did, but he

remembered to focus as he started singing:

Never made it as a wise man,

I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'

Tired livin' like a blind man

I'm sick of sight without the sense of feeling

This is how you remind me

This is how you remind me of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a different story

This time I'm mistaken, for handing you a heart worth breaking

I've been wrong, I've been down, been to the bottom of every bottle

These five words in my head scream 'Are we havin' fun yet?'

Marianne wasn't sure what to think of him singing "How You Remind Me" by Nickelback, except that he sang wonderfully. He sang from deep down within him, she

moved closer to the stage and took in every detail; he was very tall, skinny but not super skinny more like a toned muscular kind of skinny, he had wild, unkempt

hair which he seemed to run his long fingers through often. His nose and jaw were kind of long and she could almost make out a faint stubble that he had around his

chin. But what took her completely off guard were his bright blue eyes, like they were small lights in the darkness. Then as she was distracted and beginning to dance

again she felt a rough hand on her shoulder, she quickly turned around to find out it was Roland, and she couldn't hide her unhappy groan as Roland started to try

and pull her out of the club.

Bog had watched as she had made her way over to the stage and looked at him with curiosity, and began to smile as she started to dance but the smile quickly

disappeared when she turned around to face someone with a look of disgust and heard her yell, "Get away from me!" With that he got off stage quickly to see if she

needed help. "Now listen here darlin' I thought I told you never to come here!" The man grabbed her hand roughly and Bog snarled, "Get away from her! She has

just as much right to be here as anyone else!" She turned to Bog a bit surprised but said, "I can take care of myself!" He took his attention from the blonde idiot for a

moment to respond, "I know, I just thought you would like some help." She continued to look at him with surprise, but kept trying to pull away. "Now come on darlin'

I'm tryin' to help you, you don't belong in a place like this! I mean look at what they're making you dress like! This isn't you!" Bog grabbed Marianne around her

middle, and keeping her close he helped pull her from the moron's grasp, "Look you blonde git," said Bog in his thick Scottish accent, "I don't know where you come

from, but where I come from you treat girls with a bit more respect than you have shown tonight." With that Bog threw a punch that sent Roland to the ground

knocked unconscious, he took a breath before looking back at Marianne who was blushing slightly, "Thanks," she mumbled. He gave her a half smile, "Don't mention

it." He looked up on stage at his band and nodded signaling to give the stage back to the DJ and come down here to take care of the idiot on the ground, "Guys I

don't want to see this man in here ever again." He sneered at the pitiful man.

Marianne was stunned that the man, Bog, had come off stage and helped her with her ex-fiancé in just a few moments. He was looking at her with concern, did he

just say something? "Are you alright?" He asked again. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." She replied. He politely held out his hand to her, his blue eyes steady on hers never

blinking. She reached out to take it and it felt like everything in the world disappeared except for the two of them, then a song came on not just any song; that song

the worst song ever written. Well at least that's what she believed after breaking off the engagement, even now it was upsetting that she had once again allowed

Roland to control her. She folded in on herself trying to block out "Can't Help Falling in Love".

Bog saw her panic, saw her try to block out the music so he did what he could; he picked her up gently and took her to his soundproof office. Once there he set her

down on the couch and closed the door, effectively blocking out any sound from the other side. He cautiously looked over at her as she sat huddled together like any

sort of movement and she would break. He went over to his desk to give her time to get back in control, Might as well get some paperwork done until she's calmed

down, he thought. It was half an hour later when she finally spoke, and he was nearly done with the paperwork he had in front of him. "Sorry," she began, "I didn't

mean for that to happen I just…I don't know." She rambled. "It's fine, you looked like you needed someplace where you wouldn't be bothered until you were ready.

This is one of the safest places in the building." Bog said trying to remain focused on his paperwork. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked. "Water, please,"

she said. Bog got out of his desk chair and grabbed two bottles of water from a small cooler and handed one to her, "So, what's your name?" He asked trying to be

polite. "Marianne, you're Bog King?" she said before downing half of her water bottle. "Yes. But my name is nothing compared to yours, I believe it means 'favor of

rebellion' in French?" Bog asked looking at her to make sure he got it right. "I guess so." She said staring at her water bottle. "Did you by any chance need a ride

home? Or were you going to take your chances with the blonde moron who was banned from the club?" Bog asked concerned that the idiot would try to hurt her

again. "Yeah, I would like a ride. If that's okay with you of course." She smiled nervously, as he walked over to the other side of the room and opened another door

leading into an alley where he parked his motorcycle. "Shall we?" he asked motioning to his bike. He immediately saw Marianne's face light up with excitement at the

sight of the motorcycle and smirked.

She was so excited to be riding a motorcycle for the very first time that she could hardly contain herself. She had always wanted to but because Roland said that they

were too dangerous and didn't want her to be "disfigured". She took one of the helmets Bog had in his hand and put it on, making sure that it fit okay, then hopped

onto the bike behind Bog. "Hold on tight." Bog warned as the bike took off very quickly, she had just wrapped her arms around his thin torso. As she pointed Bog in

the right direction, she couldn't help but feel safe. However, they arrived quickly at her home and she hopped off the bike and removed the helmet from her head

shaking out her hair as she did so. "Thanks for the ride, it's a shame I never got to hear any of the songs you wrote." She said handing Bog back his helmet. "Yeah,"

he started nervously, "maybe you could come to one of our practices sometime." Marianne smiled at him, "Thanks, that would be nice when's your next practice?"

"Our next practice is Monday evening, about six-thirty pm. If you would like I can come pick you up about six?" He asked hopefully. "Yeah that would be great. Well…

um…th-thanks again for the ride," she said as he took the helmet from her outstretched hands. Before she could even think about what she was doing she leaned in

and quickly pecked him on the cheek. They both blushed and Marianne backed up as quickly as she could. What the hell did I just do?! She thought slightly panicked

as she headed for the front door of the house. "G-goodnight I'll see you Monday evening." She said as she went inside the house. Why did I do that? How could I let

myself do that? What's he going to think!? She took a breath to quiet her thoughts, and made her way quietly to her room, still blushing.

Bog sat very still as he heard her say goodnight and watched her walk to the door. Once she had gone inside he raised a hand to where she had pecked him. Her lips

had felt like butterfly wings, gentle and quick against his cheek. He did a quick shake of his head to try and remove those thoughts from his mind. It probably didn't

mean anything, he thought as he put his helmet back on and went home. But try as he might he couldn't shake her from his thoughts.

Roland had seen everything from where he was sitting in his car. He was furious. How dare he steal Marianne from me! My Marianne! He absolutely hated the guy on

the motorcycle, for receiving Marianne's attention instead of him. Roland felt like he had to find a way to split them up or else he would lose Marianne forever. He sat

in his car looking at his reflection in the mirror, and the girl he had just done in the backseat who was passed out. He made himself think more than he had in a

lifetime on a plan to separate Marianne from that beast.

Monday came too soon and Marianne was a wreck. Six pm was approaching quickly, too quickly. She had changed twice, then got back into her first outfit. "Marianne!

Someone's at the door for you!" She looked out the window and saw that it was Bog's motorcycle. She was able to breathe easily knowing it wasn't Roland. She ran

down the stairs before her dad could scare Bog away. When she reached the door, Marianne gave him her best smile, "Hey," she said excitedly. "Hey yourself. You

ready?" he asked. Marianne nodded and walked out the door. Bog followed and hopped onto his motorcycle securing his helmet, and she did the same. Bog started

the bike and Marianne wrapped her arms around him like on Friday night. They soon arrived at Bog's house to see the other three band members setting up. Bog

quickly got off his bike with Marianne and went over to help, while Marianne went to the side of the room trying to stay out of their way. She watched as they quickly

set up for practice, then Bog introduced everyone, "The one at the drums is Brutus. Over there with the keys is Stuff, and here with the bass is Thang. Everyone, this

is Marianne." They all waved and gave brief nods then Bog and Thang immediately tuned their instruments. "Hey BK, I think we should open with this song," Stuff

said pointing to something on the sheet of paper. "Are you sure? Can you handle the song?" Stuff gave him a look and said, "Of course I can." With a sigh Bog

nodded to her to start, and Stuff began to sing, "How can you see into my eyes like open doors…" Then Bog motioned for everyone to stop which was a relief,

because her singing hadn't been very good. Then all of a sudden Stuff popped off to Marianne, "I'd like to see you try." Marianne smiled, not one to back down from a

challenge and said, "Fine. But I'm not very good either, I might make your ears hurt." Stuff started up again and Marianne sang for the first time in months putting

everything she had into the song;

How can you see into my eyes, like open doors?

Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb

Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

Until you find it there and lead it back…home…

Bog stopped everyone before she could move on. "That was beautiful." He complimented, but she stared at him in confusion, "No it wasn't, I'm actually quite terrible.

That was just me fooling around." She told him walking over to the side of the room again. Then Bog told the rest of the band to go get themselves something to

drink. When he and Marianne were alone he walked over to her, "Why do you think your singing isn't good?" Marianne told him all about Roland's call that one day, "I

don't know why he did that but it made me feel so terrible. I know I shouldn't have listened to him but some part of me did and I haven't sang since." Bog watched

her for a moment then asked, "Would you like to join us?" Join me, is what I should have asked, ugh! Why am I acting like an idiot? He thought waiting for her to

respond, "Why? I told you I'm not that good." She whispered. "Because you are that good and I'll prove it. Every evening some runners come near the garage and

listen to the band play because they think we aren't bad and enjoy the free entertainment I'm sure they will stop and listen to you as well." She looked at him as

though he wasn't making any sense, "Are you asking me to sing with you?" He looked at her with full seriousness, "Yes. I'll even start, think of it as fooling around."

And with that he picked up his guitar and started to sing;

You're sailing softly through the sun

On a broken Stone Age dawn. You fly so high.

I get a strange magic

I get a strange magic…

Hesitantly Marianne started in where he left off;

You're walking meadows in my mind,

Making waves across my time,

Oh no, oh no.

I get a strange magic, oh what a strange magic…

Oh, I'm never gonna be the same again

Now I see the way it's got to end,

Sweet dream

Sweet dream

When the song was complete Bog motioned to the driveway, where quite a few people could be seen smiling and enjoying the song when one of them called out,

"You guys sing great together!" and continued on their run. Bog set down the guitar and popped his neck walking over to where Marianne sat. "Told you, you sing

beautifully. You just need to be confident about it." And if that blonde idiot ever tries anything like that again I'm going to strangle him! He thought angrily only to be

interrupted by Marianne, "Thanks, you sing pretty well yourself."

"Thank you, but to be honest it comes from some heartbreak as well," he said causing Marianne to look at him, "What happened?" she asked. "Well, there was this

beautiful girl long before I set up the Goedwig Dark club. She was one of my few friends and one day I saw her in a different light. I don't know when or why it

happened but I wanted her. I started dropping little romantic hints but she either ignored them or didn't notice. One day I finally got up the courage to ask her out on

a date, then she turned to me and laughed like it was a joke. When she realized it wasn't a joke she told me that she would never go out with someone like me in a

hundred years, that moment made me realize that a relationship with someone like her wouldn't have been…" he trailed off lost deep in thought, "It wouldn't have

been real," Marianne finished, "I'm sorry that happened to you, I know how rough that can be realizing someone isn't who they say they are and stabbing you in the

back just for the fun of it. If it's any consolation, she's completely wrong to not have given you a chance because you're not hideous like she thinks." He blushed at

the compliment and let out a nervous laugh. "Were you serious about letting me join the group?" Bog was about to answer when four voices all said, "YES!" from the

door leading into the house causing both of them to blush. "Well, I think it's been decided. Welcome to the Goblins."

Okay I hope you enjoyed the first part I should post the second part fairly soon. Thank you so much for reading!