ㅡ Beatrice's POV ㅡ It's time. I sense her around me. My future granddaughter. If only I didn't visit the future. But I can not change destiny... I can not change what will happen of, next. But I have to change what Raven had done. The fear of all witches. She must go back and never do it. Her life is in danger. The open field widen my mind. What I have done is intolerable, but I have to admit that black wica is fascinating. I lean on the invisible barrier only the daughters of Ipswitch can get into. I feel the pain that's been making me feel weak ever since I had done the Xelock spell. I never intended to... I never did. The other four found out fast enough to make me surrender. "SURRENDER NOW." Cornelia says as she stands in her elegant poise. I lean much more harder on the barrier, knowing that it would trap them if I open it. "... IF YOU OPEN THAT DOOR BEATRICE, WE HATH TO KILL YOU." I smirk at them and my eyes stays at Gertrude for a long time, her wavy blonde hair sways with the wind, her baby face and blue eyes glistens. I'm sorry. I mouthed. She isㅡ was my best friend. The only girl I ever trusted. I can see her tears starting to fall. I sigh and think of the spell... The spell that would change everything. I touch my necklace, it was given by my late mum. A YinYang necklace. One of the symbols of Satanism. I shut my eyes close and breathe deeply, sensing Raven a smile form my lips. Not because she was there, but because her grandfather fought for our love and it hurts knowing he'd have to kill me. But that's alright. I love him. "Forces of the dark, forces of the evil, come to thee. I sacrifice thyself, take thy blood, take thy soul, take everything from thee." Let faith begin to take its place. ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ I know this pain will take place, my ears bled for the sound of my bones cracking. I am in clear agony. Tears rapidly streaming fast. My head turn to Raven's direction, her eyes in horror. Go. I mouthed. The force must've got her. I scream in pain as I told her to go, again. My eyes looks back at the four, I glare at them and grit my teeth. Unknowingly speaking Latin, I say, "Ego sum rumex. Ego sum the diabolus filia. Copiae copie of aer, unda quod terra... illustrator mihi." Her footsteps I could hear, down to the forest of the unknown. She is frightened. "GO!" I scream to her in my mind. Holding the pentacle in my pocket, the transformation is successful. But I am still hurt... My grey wings shines with the moonlight. I look at them with my devilish eyes and smirk. As I feel the wonderful power, the element of air, fire, water, earth and aether comes to me as one, I fly to catch on Raven. I'll take you... I promise I'll change the world for you. ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ Okay... Latin is a major fail. Since I only searched on web. And I realised I've been spelling "WICCA" wrong. ,_,
ㅡ Raven's POV ㅡ A snarl comes out from grandma's luscious red lips. I look into her deep black eyes, admiring the lines of her beautiful face. I look like her in a way. My eyes lands on her grey wings. It was angelic yet devilish at the same. And I wonder why my wings were deep black; like the darkness within the night. "Come." She commands as she holds up her right hand on mine. She looks at the werewolf and growls at him; and off he went. I hold her hand, feeling so much power within me. My eyes going in a blur, my head spinning, cold sweats running down my body, and my heart stops beating. ㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡㅡ I can hear the tick tock of the grandfather clock. I can feel the cold white tiles on my feet, the smell of the paint on the walls. Heavy breathing around me, my heart rapidly beating in rhythm. I open my eyes slowly. It's pitch black. The sound of the owls haunting and giving me creeps, I couldn't move. My mouth shut, my legs together, my arms tied at the back of the wooden panel of the chair. I grunt as I try to move, it's gonna bruise bad. It's tightㅡ too tight. Tears starts streaming down my face, a shadow appears near the chestnut coloured wooden door. I control my heavy breathing, hoping no one could sense me in here. I feel the walls getting closer to me, I couldn't breathe anymore. I'm hyperventilating and no one's around. The loud but melodic footsteps rings in my ear closer. The shadow is getting near, I could see the figure of a person. A girl. And I remember... grandmother. "Raven." A cold whisper alerts my soul. Sending shivers running on my spine. "G-grandma?" I stammered, my voice in a low tone. I feel her cold pale hands on my right cheek, caressing it slowly. It gives me the creeps. A soft chuckle comes out from her lips. The shadow of her wings, so erect and beautiful. "Beatrice." She says. "Why did you bring me here?" My voice about to scream, the cold wind touches my skin. "Let me go." I whinge. "No." Evil was in her voice, it creeps on my skin and makes me tear apart. I feel a quick motion in my shirt, the wind too strong, so I shut my eyes. As it disappears, I slowly blink and see nothing. Just darkness beyond me. I am alone. Always will... Always have.
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