*Kazey was pronounced Ka-Zee, In case you cared.
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Chpt 17.
I as I hit the ground my knees buckled under me and I hit the ground. My eye felt like it was blackening up, and I could feel cuts and bruises engulfing my entire body. Never show them you're losing.
There were many gasps as I looked up from the soft ground. "Have you made a decision yet?" I growled impatiently.
"Jonica, what? What happened?" asked Legolas. My father stood from his seat in the counsel as I slowly got up. He came to my side.
"There's blood all over you," Dad said worried. Galadriel and Gandalf got up to examine me and see what they could do to help.
"It's not all mine," I smiled. "You need to make a decision."
"You need to sit down," said Gandalf seeing the blood seeping from my forehead. Thankfully my hair was covering my neck.
"No," I shook my head, then got more than a little woozy and swayed. "Ok, maybe a little," I said as I pressed my hand to my neck to help stop the bleeding.
My father saw and lifted my hair to show the counsel my mistake.
"Jonny what happened?" asked my dad.
"A mistake. I made a mistake," I said as the blood that had once coursed through my veins ran down my fingers.
"Sit down," Legolas tried to order me.
"No! I need an answer now! We don't have much time. It's all gonna be over soon, and I can't keep waiting for elves to show up on my front door."
"You are bleeding too much," Aragorn said as he too urged me to sit.
Angry, I opened another portal to my side, "Don't waste your time. This better be the last counsel. If it's not, then don't bother having another one. We'll all be dead by the time you're ready," I growled, feeling my face change to the slight form of a vampire.
I hopped through the portal, ignoring the urgent protests of my father, and my lover. I was gone again.
When I got through this time my mother was on the other side, waiting to heel me.
"How'd you know?" I asked as she helped me onto the couch in the lobby and placed her hand on my neck to heel it.
"I know things. The prophecy has started."
"You know that I know?"
"I'm not an idiot like your father. Of course I know," she smiled. "You read it when you were fifteen."
"Mom, I want to know what I'm up against."
She sighed, "I know that too."
"Then you'll do the spell?"
"Only if you don't tell your father. He really doesn't want me to."
"Fine."
************3rd person**********
Jonny was laying on her bed upstairs, lost deep in a spell that would prepare her for the worst. Her mother, Ivory Tuluxey, went to the refrigerator, looking for something red to quench her thirst.
She grabbed one of the blood bags her stepbrother stocked, and stunk her teeth into the red delicious goodness.
A portal opened from behind her, but she did not panic. Slowly, she turned to face what ever came through as she sucked contently on her meal. She was in vampire form.
Out of the portal plopped two nicely formed elves, a dwarf, a scrubby looking man, and her husband. She kept drinking as the disoriented males looked around for something to fight, only noticing her.
The elves whipped out their bows, the dwarf his axe, and the man his sword, all pointed at her. Desent smiled at her as she sucked down the last drops of blood from the bag, and threw it to the floor.
"Hi, welcome to L.A." she said calmly as Desent gestured for them to put down their weapons.
"Where is the Lady Jonica, we much desire to see her," Said one of the blonde elves.
"I don't know," she lied, her husband was not supposed to come back while her daughter was under the spell she had promised she wouldn't place.
"What do you mean you don't know!" yelled Desent, approaching Ivory with an enraged look in his eyes.
She shrugged, "I'm her mother, not her jailer, she does what she wants. Did you get the elves to join us?" Ivory asked, already knowing the answer, obviously, the elves had joined; otherwise the two wouldn't be there.
Desent nodded.
"Hey, doll-face, is this spell of yours supposed to have physical effec- oh hello," said a green demon with horns known as Lorne walking down the stairs. The elves strung their bows.
"Whoa buddy, shoot him and I'll drink ya," said Ivory, protecting her friend. He was watching over Jonny, ready to make a move if anything happened.
"Spell?" said Desent, glaring at his wife.
"Spell? What spell?" Ivory said watching Desent's eye.
"Ivory, love, did you do the spell we talked about?"
"No," she lied again; he looked at her with unbelieving eyes. "Maybe a little. But she asked!" she called after him as he bolted up the stairs. The other four men followed, and Ivory rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers.
She was at her daughter's door, ready to block their way as soon as they come up.
"Out of the way witch!" hissed Desent.
"Ouch, I love you too you fucking vampire," she replied calmly.
"Ivory."
"If you break the spell she could die. It has to run full circle."
"Let me see her," begged the better-looking elf.
Ivory sniffed in, "You're the one," she smiled. "Jonny has good taste," she said, as she looked him up and down. She stood aside to let everyone through.
Inside they saw the pale Jonica, shifting in her bed as if she were in a nightmare she wouldn't wake up from. Once in a while a bruise would show up on her body that wasn't there before.
"Is that supposed to happen?" asked Lorne again.
"She will suffer temporary physical side effects," answered Ivory looking apologetically at her husband.
Jonny let out a hard gasp and clutched her stomach. Her eyes opened and she sat up. When she removed her hand, there was blood on it.
"What happened?" asked what she recognized to be Haldir.
"I made a mistake. Mom, Gross! Get a room! I don't need to see that…stop making out with my father!"