Emily shoot up and sat straight, "She's inside of me!" Sam sat down next to her and started laughing, "She's alive! She's fucking alive!" Walhalla broke into the happy, "Not quite. Her body's in the coffin…dead." They all thought for a second…then Sam bursted out, "I HAVE AN IDEA!" Everyone gathered around. "Ok okay! Since her body is dead maybe if we get like her blood or something onto that body it'll do some spiritual shit and she'll come back." Emily got up, "Okay come on that is such bullshit! She's still dead…even if she's technically alive inside me." Everyone had a majorly confused look and they all simultaneously said "That made no sense."
Walhalla got right into Emily's face, "Okay listen up. Apparently since her blood is in you there's a shot that if we get your blood mixed with her's in her body and there's a shot we could get her to come back. So you ass better fucking start bleeding!" Emily's eye twitched a bit. Walhalla reached into her purse and pulled out a pocket knife. She flipped open the blade and handed it to Emily. They stared at each other looking directly into one another's eyes. Walhalla gave Emily the knife. "No way. I have to cut myself?! Come on!" Everyone shook their head 'yes'. "So basically her life is like in my hands or something…" Again they all shook their heads. "Damn!" She held the knife in her right hand and put it over her left wrist. She held it firmly and went from left to right making her gush blood, and leaving her with a deep wound. "SHIT!" She clenched her fists, "Jesus Christ!" They all ran over to the coffin and opened it up from the hatch on the side.
None of them were ready for that sight. The 3 holes in her neck, the hole in her forehead, and luckily they couldn't see the other 2 wounds which were being covered by a black t-shirt and jeans. The blood dripped from her wrist onto the grass. Walhalla lifted Emily's wrist over the coffin onto the open wounds in the neck. She literally squeezed the blood out of her wrist onto them, and then did the same to the open wound I the head. It was a disgusting but yet harmonizing moment. I didn't know which one was more important.
They watched the blood seep into the wounds and seep through the dried blood into her system. They had high hopes that they're plan was going to work. They crossed their fingers wishing for only the best. Emily held her wrist in pain from Walhalla squeezing it, "Jesus Christ! You're trying to get some blood into her system. Not trying to make a glass of like freaking orange juice! Lighten up!" She continued saying "Ow!" for about 5 more minutes. At that moment they're hopes became less and less with the passing time. Kaitlin leaned against the coffin, "There's no way this is going to work…" She sighed heavily. Emily looked over the coffin at the body, and started talking to it like I was still alive.
"Hey. I know you can't hear me…I think." She paused and was feeling stupid, but continued. "I can't believe I did this…I killed you. I shoved a knife through your throat…and your head…and your shoulders…and your waist…this isn't helping at all." No one was really paying attention to her talking anyway; she turned to them, and then turned back to the body. "Well I feel bad…I feel like shit. Even though it's been 4 months it haunts me everyday of my life. Me, Emily Ray Dewolfe…killed my best friend…" She started crying. Leaning over the coffin her tears dripped onto the body, and she didn't care. She walked over to the side and the tear fell onto the open wound, wetting the dried blood…making it flow through my veins.
And at that very moment, that flow of blood ran through the veins down my neck. But no, that wasn't your typical ordinary human blood…quite the opposite.
That was the black blood…from when I still had my powers…one of which…was healing. And at that moment that little bit of blood did exactly what it was supposed to…it healed. It went through my body mixing with the human blood, making me permanently a Demon basically.
Meanwhile back at the God headquaters they were having fun watching all of this. The rock one spoke, "This wasn't supposed to happen this way." He turned to my opposite, the white eyed me, "Don't worry. Its destiny…this was meant to happen whether we wanted it to or not." All the Gods shook their heads in agreement and watched on.
The wounds in my neck started closing, followed by the wound in my head, the wound below my shoulder, and the wound on my waist. I felt them all close, and I then felt no pain. But the best part of all of this…I felt. Something I have done in 4 months.
My right hand started twitching and it hit against the side of the coffin, Kaitlin looked over and her eyes were huge with excitement…or fright. Depends on your opinion. She ran over and immediately the rest followed over.
My hand was at that moment clenched in a fist, and finally are 4 fucking long ass months…I actually breathed in heavily. Everyone started crying again…hopefully these were tears of happiness or joy. My eyes shot open like after a bad nightmare…which was what this whole thing was to me.