Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the spells here (they're sourced below at the end of the chapter).
A/N: Thanks for reviewing! Hope this feeds your supernatural cravings.
Warning: Character death.
Chapter Fourteen
Blood On the Moon
"What?" Kurt choked out. They couldn't…no, it was impossible.
"God, she's insane," Tina said.
"Not quite, Panda Express," Sue said. "It's a simple enough binding spell. The only downside is…well, there are multiple downsides. The potion requires three months of preparation, the spell was thought to have long ago disappeared, and I need a coven to cast it."
"Then, what the fuck are you wasting our time, for?" Santana spat. "If it can't be done then let us go."
"Hold your tongue, you overgrown Chihuahua," Sue commanded. "I have the potion ready, I know where the spell is…and I have my coven. Right here," she said, gesturing to the three.
"Us?" Kurt asked. "We're not even initiated yet. We're not full witches."
"Our power goes beyond initiation rites," Sue explained. "Our coven goes back centuries. Our blood is tied to each other, as are our powers. If we do this together, it will work."
"Why should we help you?" Tina asked.
"Look around," Sue said, motioning to the warring going on behind them. The girls were still running in every direction, some of them tiring and exhausted as the relentless Enamored followed them everywhere, pestering them, scratching, clawing, tearing. Finn and the others were doing their best to help, but they were sorely outnumbered. Even from their invisible spot on the field Kurt could see how much more haggard and rough they looked, fresh wounds and blood on their skin. Santana saw Brittany running down the field, and from the corner of her eye Tina spied Mike, in all his possessed state, terrorizing a group of girls. "I can undo this. Put everything back to normal, make sure no one else gets hurt, especially those you hold dearest. Help me, and they will be safe. You will get them back, whole, happy, unharmed. Help me, and I will end this."
Both Tina and Santana gripped Kurt's arm tightly. Just as he was about to disagree, he saw Puck running in front of them, close enough to touch. He called out Kurt's name, desperately seeking him. He pummeled a few boys that got in his way, and continued calling for him, his voice raw and hoarse from yelling. Kurt wanted to step out and hold him, say he was all right and not to worry. But he couldn't. Sue's magick was too strong. So he stayed, watching as more Enamored clambered near Puck, a horde of them flocking to him as he kept shouting.
"Fine," Kurt said, speaking for them. "We'll do it."
"Splendid," Sue said, her wicked smile stretching even more across her face.
"What do we have to do?" Tina asked hesitantly, her hand still clutching Kurt's arm.
"We Call the Corners," Sue said. With a wave of her hand she conjured up what they needed for the ritual. "You, Mexican lesbian. Cast the circle. Deosil, not widdershins."
"I'm Puerto Rican, bitch," Santana muttered under her breath, taking the salt Sue held out. "And I know what direction to cast a circle in, I'm not an idiot." With that she began shaking the salt out as she walked clockwise, careful to keep inside the circle as she went.
"I don't know about this, Kurt," Tina said, eyeing Sue. "How can we trust her?"
"We can't," Kurt stated. "But she's the only hope we have to make sure everyone gets out safe. Besides, without the Grimoire, we don't stand a chance against her." Tina nodded, biting her lips as she continued to stare at Sue, who was engrossed in the Grimoire.
"In this circle rightly spun a sacred rite is thus began. May we now be safe and sure for the work we here procure," Santana chanted as she closed off the circle. It glowed bright purple for all of a second before disappearing.
"Good," Sue said, roughly shoving incense into Kurt's hand, a candle into Santana's hand, and a bowl of water into Tina's hands. "Now, take your place and we'll call."
"Are we doing the right thing?" Kurt asked, looking over his shoulder as Sue faced north and began chanting, the Grimoire and a jar of dirt held tightly in her hands.
"We don't have a choice," Santana muttered, lighting her candle with a breath of air from her lips. "Besides, what are the odds this is going to work?" Kurt sighed, lighting his incense in Santana's candle. Santana left Kurt in her wake as she kept walking, taking the spot in the circle directly opposite Sue and facing out, chanting as well. Meanwhile Kurt and Tina faced east and west, respectively, chanting out the sacred names and drawing runes in the air with their symbols.
"Turn," Sue commanded, and at once the other three faced the center of the circle. "Pocelain, the sun rises in the east. You begin."
"Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtowers of the East, powers of air and invention. Hear us!" Kurt called, holding his incense high above his head.
"Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtowers of the South, powers of fire and feeling. Hear us!" Santana cried, holding her candle high.
"Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtowers of the West, powers of water and intuition. Hear us!" Tina cried, her bowl of water unsteady as she raised it to the sky.
"Hail to the Guardians of the Watchtowers of the North, powers of Mother and earth. Hear me!" Sue yelled, her eyes flashing a dangerous golden yellow. "I invoke thee! By all the powers of the earth, I invoke thee!"
Kurt could feel the power Sue was calling raining down on him, like tiny bullets falling from the sky. If felt like his skin was being pricked by a hundred needles, at first tingling, but soon it became overwhelming. His skin was on fire, and it felt like it would rip off his skin if he didn't do something, anything.
So he screamed.
And he wasn't the only one. Santana's piercing shrieks and Tina's desperate cries of, "Stop! Stop! STOP!" filled his ears, causing the pounding in his head to increase tenfold. He wondered if anyone else could hear them. They sounded like they were being murdered, stabbed a million times by fractions of power, burrowing itself underneath their skin. He fell to the ground, the incense smoking a few inches from his face, making his eyes water more than they already were. And even in his painful state, he could still make out the haunting sound of Sue laughing, cackling evilly, enjoying the power that rained down from heaven.
Out of nowhere, it stopped. His skin felt fine. He felt…not okay, but at least he didn't feel like he was being shot by tiny little arrows dipped in poison. He couldn't get to his feet; not yet, anyway. He could barely sit up, but he did, rocking onto his knees as he saw Tina and Santana's tear-stained faces rise up from the ground as well. Only Sue was still standing, the Grimoire in her hand, the jar of dirt she was holding broken on the ground beside her.
The Grimoire was glowing its usual golden hue, shining brightly on Sue's pallid face as she read aloud, "Ihr Goetter, ruft Euch an! Verbegt Euch nicht hinter falchen Gesichtern!"
"What the hell did she just say?" Santana hissed at Kurt. Kurt could only shrug before the sound of a thousand flapping wings came from the sky. Still traumatized from being attacked before, Kurt, Santana, and Tina huddled together, holding their arms above their heads to shield their faces from the beaks and talons they knew were coming.
The crows gathered in the center of the circle, flapping, cawing, their onyx-colored wings littering the ground. The crows molded together, and from their swirl of midnight black Eros arose, no longer masked as a pale, slender old man, but as his true form: deep golden curls framing his handsome face, his muscled, youthful, body commanding respect as his long, beautiful white wings fluttered behind him, his golden bow and a quiver of golden-tipped arrows strapped to his back.
"Who dare calls the God of Love whilst he is at work?" he commanded, his voice still sultry and alluring even though Kurt could feel the anger beneath it. Eros turned to Kurt, his eyes flashing dangerously as he recognized the boy. "You, Kurt of the Hummels. I have warned you before. Now you will learn not to trifle with Love." Faster than Kurt can describe, Eros had his bow strung with a black, lead-tipped arrow pointed directly at him, his muscled arm drawing the bowstring back threateningly.
"Holy fuck," Santana said. "He is hot!" Kurt nudged her, and she quickly amended, "I mean, if he weren't totally psychotic and hell bent on making every guy in this school fuck you senseless."
"Do not fret, Kurt," Eros said. "I will ensure that my uncle Hermes takes your soul swiftly to the Underworld."
"It's you," Sue said, the excitement evident in her voice. "Finally…"
"What ancient crone speaks now?" Eros asked, turning to face Sue.
Sue shot him a withering glare before downing a disgusting looking vial she conjured out of thin air. "Existo meus mancipium!" Sue cried, her eyes glowing that dangerous yellow as before. "Pareo mihi!" Her hands were balled up into fists, though her index and pinkie fingers were extended in the sign of the horns. Her incantation worked immediately on Eros, who fell to his knees in front of Sue, the bow and arrow falling limply to the ground beside him.
"Occio me facinus honum," Sue said quietly. A burst of light flew out from between them, and Sue, hands outstretched, welcomed Eros into her body. Eros didn't fight or struggle; he simply merged with her, his light dying as they became one. The Grimoire flew from Sue's grasp, forgotten as she transformed into a god.
Sue was heaving, doubled over as she tried to catch her breath. Suddenly she let out a short gasp as she hunched over. Her tracksuit jacket tore as great bones jutted out from her back, spindly and frail at first, until they grew longer and longer, becoming leathery and bat-like. She cried from the pain, screaming in agony as thunder rumbled in the distance. She collapsed, her body still as the power overwhelmed her. In the silence Kurt sprinted to the Grimoire, grabbing it while Sue was recovering.
"Go, go, go, go!" Kurt huffed, running away from Sue. Tina reacted first, going to the edges of the circle and breaking the barrier of salt, allowing them to escape. Sue raised her head, her great wings flapping as she rose in the air, her eyes solid yellow and more menacing than before.
The trio stopped running as they realized every Enamored boy on the field was looking at them. There was no more screaming, or cries of terror. Every single Enamored was staring at them, drooling and silent.
"I think they can see us now," Tina said as the three of them cowered together.
"Kill them!" Sue yelled, her voice magnified a hundred times. Instantly the Enamored converged around the three, snarling, wild-eyed, closer, closer, closer. "Kill them all!"
"God, this Halloween officially sucks," Santana sighed, right before she, Kurt, and Tina went running.
"What now?" Tina cried.
"I don't know!" Kurt said back. "I got the book! What are you two bringing to the party?"
"This," Santana said, turning on her heel and throwing her hands out in front of her threateningly. Fire erupted from her palms, swirls of red and orange circling around the Enamored, their blank, pale faces alight in the blaze before being hurdled back a dozen feet.
"Um, could you conjure up a little more of that fire, Santana?" Tina asked worriedly. More Enamored were closing in on them, no longer simply lovesick under the control of Eros. Now they were bloodthirsty, murderous, ravenous for human flesh as Sue controlled them from on high.
"Hold on," Santana said, her chest heaving after the magickal exertion. "Let me catch my breath."
The trio tried to back up more, Tina tripping over her own shaking feet, dragging Santana, Kurt and the Grimoire down with her. They huddled together, their eyes desperately trying to find some way out from the approaching Enamored. Just when they could feel their cold, bony fingers on their skin, something came barreling through the Enamored, throwing them back from the three.
Puck pulled boy after boy away from Kurt, crouching low to grab his hand and pull him back out. Tina and Santana quickly slipped out from the fray behind them. Once away from the mass of Enamored, they were able to see their friends had tried to help them. Finn was tossing boys back like they were sandbags, while Rachel was close to him, punching and head butting anyone that came close. Lauren was in the process of wrestling a couple boys, Mercedes and Quinn doing their best with their makeshift weapons to hold back anymore from overwhelming them. Sam and his shovel were smacking into the faces of those that came near, and even Miss Pillsbury was spraying Lysol into the eyes of the Enamored, shrieking whenever one touched her. Coach Bieste was spectacularly brawling with half a dozen or so boys, pummeling them to the ground and incapacitating them. Still, despite all their help, they were dreadfully outnumbered.
Santana saw the girls of the school huddled in the corner of the field, and increasingly tired, aching, and pissed off, she shouted, "What the fuck are you bitches doing? Come over and help us!" When none of them answered, instead turning in on themselves, their bodies wracked with shivers from the cold and their tears. "What's wrong with you? Can't you see we're drowning?" she screamed, gesturing back to where the eleven friends were fighting off more than ten times their number. "We need your help!"
"We can't!" one girl shouted back. "Those are our boyfriends, our friends! We…can't."
"Fuck that," Santana cried. "Do you see that gigantic angel from hell up there, flapping her stupid black wings and aiming that dumbass bow at us?" she said, pointing to where Sue was directing the Enamored. "She's going to kill us, all of us! So if you don't find some hidden inner strength in those vaginas that mankind has for thousands of years said make us weaker and more inferior to them, then you're going to die." Her words seemed to sink into the girls, the realization that they could be killed without even putting up a fight showing on their faces.
A few girls trickled out onto the field, and then more, and then more, until finally all the girls were engaged in battle. They took out their anger and frustration on the boys, punching and kicking, picking PE equipment up from the ground and using them against the Enamored. The fight was finally even, with just as many girls fighting on their side.
Kurt, his hands grasping the Grimoire worriedly, used it as a weapon to bludgeon a boy that was near him. He traversed the field, trying to find a place out from Sue's eyes, Tina and Santana right behind him. Puck led the way, pushing and shoving, the chaos going on around them making Kurt's head pound even more.
"Stop, stop," Kurt said, holding Puck's arm. "We have to come up with something."
"Yeah, we need a plan," Tina agreed. "But, how - ."
"Kill them all!" Sue screamed, aiming her stolen bow and arrow at the mass of moving bodies. She scanned the field for Kurt, Tina, and Santana, and when she found them their hearts froze. "There you are," she said excitedly, letting an arrow fly.
"Duck!" Santana cried, pulling them down. The arrow whizzed by Kurt's head, shaving a couple hairs off. It found rest in the leg of a nearby Enamored, who howled in pain.
"Are you okay?" Puck asked Kurt worriedly. Kurt nodded, smiling a little at Puck's fretting over his cut hair.
"We need to hide first from the Wicked Bitch of the West up there," Santana said as Sue reached for another arrow.
The Grimoire grew immensely heavy in Kurt's hand until he couldn't stand it anymore. He let it drop to the ground, where it opened, its pages fluttering in the night breeze before stopping on a page.
"There!" Kurt said, pointing to the book. The girls looked at it before Kurt hurriedly took their hands. "Altogether now," he instructed, the girls nodding. "Dea, obscondite nos!"
A thick fog descended from the heavens, blanketing the field in a cloudy haze. It made it impossible to see even a few feet in front of their faces, but knowing that Sue couldn't see them set them at ease.
"It worked," Tina said, surprised. "How did you know to use that spell?"
"I didn't," Kurt said. "It was the book…the book! The Grimoire will tell us what to do!"
"Give me that," Santana said, pulling the book from Kurt's hands. "How the fuck do we end this thing and turn everything back to normal!" she shouted at it, shaking it furiously.
"Stop!" Kurt cried, pulling it back. "Don't make it angry!"
"It started it," Santana said back. "If it didn't give old crazy eyes up there that weird god-absorbing spell in the first place we wouldn't be in this mess."
"We have to find some way to separate them," Kurt said, flipping through the pages hurriedly. "Some way to – oh." Once again the book turned its pages of its own accord. Kurt simply waited while it flipped to a specific page, the magickal ink crawling across the golden parchment to form words and pictures.
"To Cast a Spirit Out. This is perfect," Kurt gushed, seeing the spell. "Only…it needs - ."
"A virgin," Santana finished, looking over his shoulder. "A virgin must recite the incantation and be the focus of the spiritual energy whilst the other coven mates draw in the ancestral power. Well, looks like I'm out. And if the boys' bathroom wall is to be believed, so is Tina."
"Ha ha," Tina said, rolling her eyes. "But she's right. Mike and I have been…intimate. A lot actually."
"Gross," Santana said, sticking out her tongue. "Looks like you're up, Sabrina the Teenage Virgin."
"What?" Kurt scoffed. "I am so not a virgin." Santana and Tina gave him a look, while Puck simply looked away, embarrassed.
"We don't have time for those kind of lies," Santana said. "You're in charge of this. You and that untouched asshole of yours are going to be the tools we need to knock that ancient, mother-killing bat demon off her broomstick and into hell."
"It's up to you, Kurt," Tina added in agreement.
"No," Puck said, putting himself between them. "No. Kurt stays."
"Noah - ," Kurt began.
"NO!" Puck said more vehemently. He pulled Kurt into a bone-crushing hug, one that left Kurt gasping for air.
"Are you crazy, Snoopy?" Santana cried, prying Puck away from Kurt. "You and those wolfy powers of yours could kill him!"
"I'm fine," Kurt said as Tina rubbed his back comfortingly. "Noah, it's going to be okay. I can handle this."
"I don't want to lose you," Puck said simply. Kurt assured him he wasn't going anywhere. Puck leaned in for a kiss, more forceful and messy than Kurt remembered, but he figured Puck was simply anxious for what was going to come next.
"Don't worry," Kurt said, clutching Puck reassuringly. "Everything's going to be okay." Puck didn't nod or agree; he still looked put out as Kurt led them back through the fray.
"We need to form a circle!" Tina called out through the fog.
"Where is everyone?" Santana cried. "Britt? Is that you?"
"I'm here!" Brittany said cheerfully, emerging from the haze. "Everyone's nearby."
"Okay, can you tell them to clear a space?" Santana said.
"Are you going to do more magick stuff?" Brittany asked excitedly.
"Yeah," Santana said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "So go spread the news!" she commanded, slapping Brittany's ass as she left once again through the thick fog.
"You think you can hide from me?" Sue's voice called out, low yet booming. "I am greater than you will ever be! Obscurate nos non diutius!" They could hear the loud flapping of her wings pushing the fog away. Their cover was gone, and once again they could be seen under the blood red moon. "Found you," Sue said, once again drawing her bowstring back.
"Okay, we have to hurry this up," Tina said, holding the Grimoire and directing the other two. "Bless the circle…Kurt, take the athame and forget your fear of self-harm, you're going to have to do a little bit of bloodletting…Santana, we need angelica, hellebore, mallow, rue, and sandalwood…no, mix everything but the angelica, that has to be burnt…oh no."
"What is it?" Santana asked exasperatedly, still mixing the herbs.
"We need a full circle," Tina said. "Twelve…thirteen witches."
"Where the fuck – HOLY SHIT!" Santana screamed, ducking low as Sue began swooping over them. "Heads up! She's gone mobile!"
"Shields up! Now!" Kurt cried. He and the girls held up the protective charms Kurt was able to enchant during their brief time hidden by the fog. Holding them high they muttered a quick spell before they felt the cool, protective effects of their shields. Just as they were cast Sue rained a dozen arrows on them, screaming wildly as she missed.
Sue flew past them again, her nails sharp and fierce as she clawed at them from above. She couldn't get near the three witches, but she slashed everyone else she could reach. The Enamored were also continuing their assault as the three prepared the circle, closing in on them from all sides despite their friends fighting them off.
"Whoa!" Sam cried, ducking low out of Sue's reach a second too late, her nails slashing his arm open. He began bleeding profusely, and Quinn ripped off a piece of her skirt for a makeshift bandage. Sue then pulled Finn up by his shirt, dangling him in the air as she continued flying around.
"Let him go!" Kurt cried. He quickly rummaged around for the bunch of sage, lighting it on one of Santana's candles before throwing it at Sue. She dodged it easily, Finn falling from her grasp. Kurt grabbed Tina's hand and cushioned Finn's fall with a charm. Rachel ran up to Finn, comforting him as Sue let out another banshee shriek.
"Enough!" she yelled, her voice booming in the field. "I've let you run rampant too long!" She strung her bow and pulled back arrow after arrow, the trio rolling and tumbling as they avoided her aim. Kurt was busy dodging the Enamored and Sue, his mind racing as he jumped and spun wildly. His protective charm slipped from his grasp just as he another arrow whizzed by him, the spell giving way to harm finally befalling him.
"Shit," he cursed, falling to the ground as he sought out his charm. The Enamored were clamoring around him, kicking the charm further away. Some girls were fighting them off, his friends helping as well, but he couldn't reach his charm.
"Got you," Sue said, her voice booming despite speaking lowly. Letting another arrow fly, she watched with glee as it made its way for the back of Kurt's head. The seconds slowed as the arrow approached, Kurt turning his head as it neared. Just as it looked like it would penetrate his skull, Puck dove in front of it, the arrow slicing through his skin before lodging itself deep through his heart.
Everything stopped for Kurt. He stared for a second in disbelief as Puck stood, staring down on the arrow. He crumpled to the ground, Kurt rushing to him and looking worriedly at his wound. He wondered if he could heal from this, if by some weird werewolf magick this arrow through the heart would be no more harmful than a paper cut. But as he looked down at the color draining from Puck's face, at the blood seeping through his shirt, he knew he wouldn't heal.
"Noah?" Kurt said, his voice already cracking. Puck looked to Kurt, the color already fading from his hazel eyes. "Noah, please hang on. I can heal you…I can – everything's going to be okay," he said, his eyes watering as he looked helplessly down to Puck. Truth is, he didn't know how to help him, but he hoped that his words would be magick in and of themselves, and then Puck really would get better. Kurt cradled Puck in his arms, feeling the blood soaking through Puck's clothing and onto his hands. He rocked Puck in his lap, looking around at the chaos of the field.
His friends were falling. Even with the added support of the girls, the Enamored were relentless, never tiring, while everyone else was falling prey to exhaustion. Finn was half-heartedly swinging his arms around, the bags under his eyes showing how tired he was. Santana was freeing Brittany from the entanglements of the Enamored, while Tina was helping Sam and Mercedes from the sudden onslaught of boys that were coming in from behind. Coach Bieste was getting buried by the Enamored, Miss Pillsbury running around, screaming at the top of her lungs. To his left he could see girls running scared; a few were still putting up a fight, but more and more were falling, their flesh tearing, their blood pouring onto the green field. Kurt cried, trying his best to remain strong as he saw everyone he loved continue fighting this losing battle.
"I love you, Kurt," Puck choked out, sputtering up blood as he spoke. Kurt shushed him, kissing him one last time. Puck's strength left him, and soon he was slack in Kurt's arms. Kurt cried, the tears streaming freely down his face. He kissed Puck's forehead, blinking away the wet drops from his eyes as he gently set him down to the ground.
"Kurt?" Tina asked cautiously. The Enamored were falling back, and Kurt's friends were finally seeing Puck's body for the first time. "Is he - ?"
"Yes," Kurt said tersely, messily wiping the tears from his eyes. He heard Brittany bawling into Santana's side, and he could feel Finn put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Aw, so sad," Sue pouted, looking down from her heavenly perch onto Kurt. "The little shepherdess lost her faithful companion. Tell you what," she said condescendingly, her gigantic wings flapping as she lowered herself to the ground, "how about I take you to the pound and let you pick out a new puppy. One that doesn't lick its ass or has fleas like the old one."
"You." Kurt tried to catch his breath, to not lose control, but the desire for revenge spoke too loudly and he let it consume him. From behind him the Grimoire flew before him, hovering in place as its pages flipped open. He sunk his hands into the pages, the information from the book seeping up his arms and into his brain. The book dropped to the ground with a thud, its pages lifeless and no longer glowing golden. In the distance lightning flashed, followed by the low rumble of thunder. The wind picked up and swept around them, circling them as Sue looked on amused.
"Cute trick, Porcelain," she scoffed, looking up at the gathering storm clouds. "What next? Wait let me guess…some rain, a couple more bolts of lightning, and then…what? Are you going to pull a rabbit out of a hat?"
Kurt rose in the air effortlessly, the wind picking him up and holding him a few inches from the ground. His hair ruffled in the breeze, his hands held loosely by his side as the veins in his arms and neck rose to the surface, blue and green and dark red vines of blood inching up to his face. He looked up to meet Sue's gaze just as a bolt of lightning struck the ground in front of him, alighting his features, showing his eyes were a deep, dark, inky black.
His voice was deep and resonated throughout the football field, shaking the bones of all around as he said, "No. For my next trick, I'm going to kill you."
A/N: Okay, I've written enough essays to know when to cite my sources, so consider this the bibliography for this chapter.
The spell to bless the circle comes from the Sweep YA series I've talked about here before. It's always stayed with me because it rhymes and seemed so cool. and deosil refers to moving clockwise, while widdershins is counterclockwise. I found conflicting notes on this usage: some say deosil is only for spells of gain, love, protection, while others say you should ALWAYS cast your circle in deosil if you're in the Northern hemisphere. Meanwhile, widdershins is for spells of expulsion, exorcisms, hexing, while others say it's the direction you cast your circle when you're in the Southern hemisphere, no matter what type of spell you're doing. I don't know what to believe.
The spell to Call the Corners comes from the 1996 motion picture (because it's a picture…in motion! I literally just got that right now) The Craft. God I love that movie.
The summoning spell Sue uses to call Eros is actually labeled as a spell to break glamors from my favoritest show ever BuffyTVS, but I figured it works here, too. It's German and translates as: Ihr Goetter, ruft Euch an! Verbegt Euch nicht hinter falchen Gesichtern! = You gods, I call upon you! Do not hide behind false faces!
The enslavement spell is from True Blood Season 4. Marnie uses it on Eric when they're in the graveyard (love that show too). It's Latin and translates as: "Existo meus mancipium! Pareo mihi! = Be my slave! Obey me!
The binding spell is also from True Blood. Marnie uses it to bind Antonia's spirit to her. It's also Latin and translates as: Occio me facinus honum = The good deed kills me.
The fog concealment spell used by Kurt, Santana, and Tina is also from True Blood. It's Latin and means: Dea, obscondite nos! = Goddess, hide us!
And the spell Sue uses to lift the fog comes from another source, I think (my notes are so messy omg) and it's also Latin and translates as: Obscurate nos non diutius! = Do not conceal any longer.
And an athame (ah-theh-may) is a ceremonial dagger. It's jeweled and, like a wand, focuses the magick of the witch. It's never used for real bloodletting or killing in modern Wicca, although it had to have had that purpose in the past in ancient pagan religions.
Note on the translation: this is what other sources say they translate as, so I'm putting my faith in them and hoping they're right. Otherwise I look like a giant fool.
And that last bit about Kurt sticking his hands into the Grimoire and sucking out all the info? Totally from Buffy season 6 ep. Villains, where Willow sucks all the dark magick from the books on the top shelves of the Magic Box after Tara gets killed by Warren. Love that scene.
So, there you go. Now you know I have absolutely no original ideas in my head and…I'm sorry.
Thanks for reading!