Chapter Nine: A Sad Fate

Eyes opened. An odd unbearable thirst. Like that of a man dieing, long lost in a desert. Only 100 times worst. It made eyes blind. Something rich beat in the air, like a spring in a wasteland. But the taste was so much better. It filled life into a lifeless body…

Third POV/

Suddenly on odd coldness seem to fill Rose's eyes. She stood up from Rebekahs arms and began to walk to the plant that had been placed on the table. The Echinacea paradoxa clipping lay almost lifelessly waiting without hope for its usefulness to come.

"Come… They will be here soon."

The voice that came form Rose's lips was hollow. Brittle, even as if any moment it would give up. But it was also not her own.

"What do you mean they are coming? Who the bloody hell is they?" Rebekah asked a bit of fear seeping in to her normal harded voice.

She follows the shell of the girl she had started to think of like her own. No answer came; she just walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bowl and a large knife. In a rather lifeless and robotic way.

The flower was dropped inside of the bowl and then without even so much as flinching she ran the blade across her hand letting the blood drip into the flower. When the blood hit the flower it began to turn to ash as if the blood was made of fire.

"They are here."

Was all the warning Rebekah had before dropping to the ground in what seemed to be unbearable pain.

"Now, now my dear there is no need for you to fight us. We only want to help you." Elle said to her.

As she and Mary along with Abigal walked into the room. They were dressed in old cloaks, all in a rich blood red.

"It would seem that it is you that need help mother." That eerie voice said.

And then the bowl went flying. Sending its contents on to the three women. Startling them so that Rebekah was no longer under there hold.

*"Tumultus mentis et corporis, et solum mens et animus et separavi vos pereatis simul. Ludificatust atque te, ut jam mundi Nullius apud eos superbia."

Being locked in one form was something they had feared and without a hold on Rebekah they met a painful end. But an even worse fate at the hands of the witches of the other side. They would pay dearly for their crimes.

The moment the life left the eyes of the last witch, Rose seemed to lose all strength and slumped to the ground. Like a doll that is left lifeless when the child is not no longer playing with it.

*Bind soul and body, mind and heart and only death may set you apart. This world you may no longer resided with your fooled and misguided pride.