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Mutatio

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Corsica stands up and faces him, "I love you, Fergus MacLeod." glancing up at his tired, warm eyes, she can see that he loves her too. He holds her hands to his chest, "I love you, Corsica. You bring me so much joy. I thought I was living before you, but I now know I only existed until you found me. You have brought me life." He professed his love to her directly from his heart. With every ounce of his being, he loves her.

He hasn't made love to his wife for a month now, he no longer has feelings of love one adult holds for another. She brought him a son, but he only cares for her as relative. He no longer feels the guilt he once held so closely to his heart, he feels free.

Together they share one last kiss and a lingering stare as he walks away. Not wanting to go home, but knowing if he didn't, his family would surely parish. Malavina had not been feeling well for some time now and was hardly able to stand, let alone, long enough to cook.

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Once again on his way to the port, Fergus has quite a bit to pick up and take home. Malavina insisted he take Gavin to help and learn the trade as Fergus did with his father and his father before him. Gavin walk along side his father kicking stones off the path as they continued.

"Father." Gavin began.

"Hmm?" He turned his face towards his son.

"Will mother ever become well again?" He asked with damp eyes.

"Son, why would you think such a thing that she wouldn't?" He wondered it himself but he didn't want his son to think of such things, even though these things were, indeed, facts of life. People of these times did not live long at all and disease ran rampant.

It had been a miracle Gavin and Malavina had both survived his birth, and then Gavin had become very ill with fever as a small boy. It seemed that higher powers worked in their favor of health for the most part, they'd always had their health. Malavina's health, it seemed, was dwindling to a very dangerous edge.

"She hasn't done much for many days father. I fear she may not return to her full health if any good health at all." Gavin spoke frankly, it was his nature to tell others the way things are.

"Gavin, my boy-o, you don't need to worry about your ma. She's a very strong woman, you see, she willed herself and you back to life when you was only a babe." He held his sons shoulder and faced him with strong eyes.

They reached the hill just before the port and descended upon the small busy streets of the loud salty air.

They spent most of the day at the port gathering materials to bring home for his current orders. He spotted Corsica standing among two other women, she saw him to, along with Gavin. She gave a small smile at the child, though she hated the little buggers.

Children were awful creatures, good for nothing, small, unable bodies; they all started out as parasites inside the womb, stealing nourishment, changing the hosts body rapidly and dramatically. Though when inhabiting one you could surprise many, they were so tiny and weak it wasn't hard to poses one. Adults were a little trickier when starting out, but still very manageable, after a short time any demon could master possessing any person.

She left her trio behind as she went to the small shack where her and Fergus made and professed their special kind of love. She knew he didn't know she was a demon, but things were about to change, drastically.

She was going to trick him into an eternity with her and break his family so he would only have her in his last ten years as a human. She smiled sickly to herself as she faced the back of the shack.

"Stay here Gavin, keep an eye on these things. I need to talk to a man about a bet." He commanded his son. He walked in the same direction he saw his lover go, Gavin watched intently as he saw his father disappear behind a building. Strange place to talk to a man about a bet he thought. He gave a coin to a boy younger than him to watch the bags, "Stay there and don't let anyone take off with anything and I'll give two more when I return." He bribed as he went in the direction his father had gone.

He wandered around for several minutes before spotting a small shack farther back than most the others, he drew closer as he heard heavy breathing. He peered in between the boards of the walls of the shack.

He couldn't believe what he saw; his father was doing exactly what his mother had suspected. He watched as his father and a dark haired woman moved together.

Corsica had her back propped against a wall; she sensed his boy watching and looked up at him through the cracks then quickly glanced away so she didn't scare him off.

"Would you give your soul for three inches?" She whispered loud enough for Gavin to hear.

"Yes" He smiled jokingly at her. "Why?"

"I was only wondering if you would." She smiled as she kissed him more passionately than any other time they'd ever kissed before. Neither of them held anything back today, they'd never been caught before, why worry now, Fergus felt safe.

Gavin gasped as the dark haired woman looked up at him with her deep sea blue eyes that changed to total white when she blinked. He blinked his eyes a couple times, making sure he was seeing correctly.

His father was being physical with a witch, who was killing his mother. His father had brought home the witch's spells and poisons to his mother. He ran home as fast as he could, to tell his mother and find her a doctor or a priest ;whatever he had to do, he would.

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Fergus carried everything home with him as he imagined wringing his boys neck for disappearing like that, leaving a young lad to watch these expensive materials for their livelihood. He raced to the door when he saw a strange horse tied to a fence post.

"I'm afraid there is nothin' more I can do for your mother, lad." The doctor said as he placed a heavy hand on Gavin's shoulder.

The boy started to cry then spun on one heel to face his father, "You caused this!" He yelled with rage as he sped from the house. Gavin ran into the barn and climbed into the loft. He tossed miscellaneous things from a large bag and made his way down from the loft with the bag.

As he neared the house his father stepped out of the door.

"What is the matter with you boy?" Fergus shouted angrily at his son.

"Me? You have been with a witch or sorceress all this time and she has been making ma sick! Your actions are killing her and it's too late for you to do anything to stop what's happening." Gavin spit, what he thought to be the truth, at his father with acid laced words.

He shoved past Fergus and into the house where he gathered his clothes. After he grabbed his belongings he kissed his mothers cheek, she was very hot with fever and sweat had gathered on her face as she shook under the blankets. He went back outside, no longer able to watch his mother die at his fathers hands.

"What are you talking about?" He became nervous. What if Gavin had seen him with Corsica, wait, witch? Sorceress?

"You know! The wench you were with in that shack at the port!" Gavin screamed furiously at his father.

"What? I never!" Fergus' palms became sweaty, he knew his son had seen him. His clothes became tight as his secret arose to the surface.

"I know what you did, I saw. You sold your soul to the devil for her to get more satisfaction!" His sight was nearly blurred he was so angry. His father and ma were all he had in the world, and his father was killing his ma, slowly and through a witch.

"What are you talking about, Gavin? I didn't do anything of the sort." Fergus was confused by what his son said.

"I saw her eyes when you two were finishing a great deal of things. For one, you were physical with her, and then you made a deal for a larger manly part!" Gavin shoved an accusing finger at his father.

"What do you mean you saw her eyes?" Fergus asked the obvious question.

"Her eyes went white as she held onto you and looked at me." Gavin nearly cried, he thought of his mother and how much she gave for life.

"Are you certain you saw this, Gavin?" Fergus asked his son in disbelief.

"Yes! You were there too, you ought to know what you did!" Gavin glared at his father for asking such silly questions. How could he not know what he did to his own wife?

"Ey me." Fergus wavered some.

"I hate you for killing her." Gavin told his father.

"I… I didn't kill her. She's still alive, she could make it, Gavin. She's a strong woman-" Fergus began before being cut off by his son's scoff.

"She is a strong woman but she's not strong enough to fight off a witch's curse. Are you a fool?" He couldn't believe his father was in denial. He was killing Malavina as they spoke.

"She can make it." Was all Fergus could manage to say.

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