Wyatt looked at the all familiar spell. Then, at his mother who gave him a
half smile to encourage him. Taking a deep breath, he read it aloud.
"Remove the chains of time and space, and make my spirit soar."
This was it. This was the last chance he'd get. He hoped he could find something out this time that would make it easy to save her.
"Let these mortal arms embrace."
He didn't know what to expect. He didn't know exactly what there was left in the other life for him to embrace. He'd murdered her in the end. That was all he had left to witness. He had to find out how he had done it. He had to see if he'd had any help.
"The life that haunts before," he whispered.
Instantly, he was taken away to his other life. It was like a roller coaster ride this time. Things were happening and passing quickly around him as he found himself in the dark endless night of his last life. Something big had happened. This time everything was passing so much faster before his eyes.
Valerie started forward in shock of what had just happened in front of her. She needed to do something to save William, but she knew not what she could even do.
She started forward to do something. To help somehow. But Andrew cut her off and crossed the distance between them. He pushed her against the alleys wall. There he smiled and looked over her body. He touched her golden hair softly breaking its hold from the headdress and letting the headdress fall to the ground. Then he touched her pale face, and his hand traveled lower where it slowly found her throat.
He squeezed it hard choking her. She gasped in shock trying to grab his hand away. He let go and let her breath again. Then he kissed her.
The kiss was just as deadly. She'd felt what he said. The power going through their bodies and joining. It was almost perfect except once it met it crisscrossed out of them creating disaster. The lightning coming from them struck a tree a few feet away and it crashed into roof of the manor.
She jumped at the crash and he laughed as if it were the greatest thing ever in the world.
Time moved faster again for some reason and he found himself speaking with her.
"You know I don't need you alive to have your powers." he reminded her, letting his warm breath wander over her neck. She twisted in his grasp but he barely paid attention to it all.
They'd been through so much. He'd put her through hell and back showing her he wouldn't give up on her too her easily. Yet her insistence on not being evil with him was growing wary.
He'd had enough already.
He'd miss her, but within time he'd forget about her. The bitch. All she needed to do was be with him. Was it that hard?
"I know I'm not stupid," she replied, harshly.
He brushed his hand over her cheek lightly. So beautiful, so stubborn. Together they would have possessed enough power to destroy the world if they had wished.
Why wouldn't she see they were meant to be together? Together they fit perfectly into the other. They were the opposites of everything in the world that fit so well together. They were perfect with each other. Why did she have to resist that?
What was with her obsession with being so good? What good did it do her? Nothing. Instead, her beliefs had separated them from each other, they had killed her family, and they had really, really pissed him off.
"Just reminding you. I will miss this," he said. "But I will enjoy every moment of your death."
"What?" she asked.
Her face. The very expression of surprise over him giving up on their tragic romance was enough for a perfect picture etched in time. Her expression changed to denial over what he had just said to her as her violet-blue eyes darkened to a navy blue.
He'd really surprised her.
He'd bet a thousand dollars that she had never expected him to really kill her.
Of course, some vendettas had to end. Her life had to end. She wouldn't be with him so he would take her powers for his own and end her life.
"No," she whispered, shaking in his grip.
Must've hit a nerve, he thought wryly. Then, he gave her a simple grin of satisfaction. Now, after everything he'd done to her, she was finally taking him seriously.
"I curse you for this lifetime and the next. May you never know true happiness." he said. Then he added as if it were an afterthought. "You will die young until the day you love me."
She swallowed hard. The whole motion of it ran through his body from the one hand he had wrapped around her pale throat.
Then, she laughed and laughed and laughed as if he were telling her the funniest thing she'd ever heard in her life.
He didn't like her being amused. Not one bit. It struck a chord in him that wasn't willing to deal with her holier than thou crap anymore.
"Oh, and Valerie," he said, reaching toward her and lying his hand on her breast. "This is mine," he told her.
In that brief moment, he felt the power drawing itself out of her. He was squeezing it out as well as squeezing her heart like a person trying to squeeze an orange to make orange juice. Her heart palpated in his steady hand. It was trying hard to keep her alive, but he knew there wasn't a chance for her to live.
His gaze remained on her face steadily.
He looked over her features. He wanted to see her last breath, her last expression, and even her last tear.
His eyes swept over her steely blue gaze as her eyes and forehead wrinkled under the pressure of death. A tear trickled down her pale skin from her eye. It ran down her upturned button nose and over her full rosy lips. Her lips gasped in for air as if it were able to help her stay alive.
He knew what he wanted then. He wanted a dying kiss. He wanted to feel her last breath escape her lips and enter his mouth as she gave up the fight to live.
So he dipped his head down towards hers. His mouth took a hold of hers. Capturing it like he'd captured her heart.
He barely felt her hand beating... no more like tapping against his chest trying to stop him.
It almost felt like a trapped butterfly trying to flap its wings hard enough to get away from its captor.
He instinctively took a hold of her small hand and felt her hand and her fingers as they moved through his.
It was the last motion she ever did. It was then that he felt her last breath. It was like a ghost flying away into the wind. Her protests died. Her heart stopped. Her hand in his was now growing cold and rigid.
He slowly drew away from her.
He took her other hand that was wrapped around the hand he'd been using to stop her heart. He gave it a small kiss and then placed it lightly in her lap. Her dark golden blond hair flowed around her body like the suns dying rays, her luminous blue eyes gazed at him glassily in horror, and her body leaned against the alley wall crumpled.
He laughed as he looked at her. Giving her a quick kiss, he took her corpse up into his hands and danced with her.
Then, he let her body drop back onto the ground in a heap of death.
"Why thank you, Valerie. For making it so easy."
Then, he turned back to his poor dead brother William lying on the ground a few feet away from her. He was vaguely amused that both their hands were extended almost reaching for the others in their heaps on the ground. You will never have her, he promised his dead brother as he kneeled down beside him.
He took off his large quartz crystal ring that gleamed eerily in the moonlight. He smiled at it, and then he used William's shirt to wipe it off.
Somehow a little bit of Valerie's blood had ended up speckled over its surface. He gave it a quick delightful kiss and then admired it in the moonlight.
It had been as powerful as the gypsy had said it was. It had killed Valerie and cursed her forever. One day he would have to thank the gypsy if he had survived the fight that Andrew had went through to get the ring. He relished in the thought that he was powerful enough to curse another being to eternal damnation.
Now, he'd never grow old. He would stay young forever.
He had the ring to thank for that.
This was it. This was the last chance he'd get. He hoped he could find something out this time that would make it easy to save her.
"Let these mortal arms embrace."
He didn't know what to expect. He didn't know exactly what there was left in the other life for him to embrace. He'd murdered her in the end. That was all he had left to witness. He had to find out how he had done it. He had to see if he'd had any help.
"The life that haunts before," he whispered.
Instantly, he was taken away to his other life. It was like a roller coaster ride this time. Things were happening and passing quickly around him as he found himself in the dark endless night of his last life. Something big had happened. This time everything was passing so much faster before his eyes.
Valerie started forward in shock of what had just happened in front of her. She needed to do something to save William, but she knew not what she could even do.
She started forward to do something. To help somehow. But Andrew cut her off and crossed the distance between them. He pushed her against the alleys wall. There he smiled and looked over her body. He touched her golden hair softly breaking its hold from the headdress and letting the headdress fall to the ground. Then he touched her pale face, and his hand traveled lower where it slowly found her throat.
He squeezed it hard choking her. She gasped in shock trying to grab his hand away. He let go and let her breath again. Then he kissed her.
The kiss was just as deadly. She'd felt what he said. The power going through their bodies and joining. It was almost perfect except once it met it crisscrossed out of them creating disaster. The lightning coming from them struck a tree a few feet away and it crashed into roof of the manor.
She jumped at the crash and he laughed as if it were the greatest thing ever in the world.
Time moved faster again for some reason and he found himself speaking with her.
"You know I don't need you alive to have your powers." he reminded her, letting his warm breath wander over her neck. She twisted in his grasp but he barely paid attention to it all.
They'd been through so much. He'd put her through hell and back showing her he wouldn't give up on her too her easily. Yet her insistence on not being evil with him was growing wary.
He'd had enough already.
He'd miss her, but within time he'd forget about her. The bitch. All she needed to do was be with him. Was it that hard?
"I know I'm not stupid," she replied, harshly.
He brushed his hand over her cheek lightly. So beautiful, so stubborn. Together they would have possessed enough power to destroy the world if they had wished.
Why wouldn't she see they were meant to be together? Together they fit perfectly into the other. They were the opposites of everything in the world that fit so well together. They were perfect with each other. Why did she have to resist that?
What was with her obsession with being so good? What good did it do her? Nothing. Instead, her beliefs had separated them from each other, they had killed her family, and they had really, really pissed him off.
"Just reminding you. I will miss this," he said. "But I will enjoy every moment of your death."
"What?" she asked.
Her face. The very expression of surprise over him giving up on their tragic romance was enough for a perfect picture etched in time. Her expression changed to denial over what he had just said to her as her violet-blue eyes darkened to a navy blue.
He'd really surprised her.
He'd bet a thousand dollars that she had never expected him to really kill her.
Of course, some vendettas had to end. Her life had to end. She wouldn't be with him so he would take her powers for his own and end her life.
"No," she whispered, shaking in his grip.
Must've hit a nerve, he thought wryly. Then, he gave her a simple grin of satisfaction. Now, after everything he'd done to her, she was finally taking him seriously.
"I curse you for this lifetime and the next. May you never know true happiness." he said. Then he added as if it were an afterthought. "You will die young until the day you love me."
She swallowed hard. The whole motion of it ran through his body from the one hand he had wrapped around her pale throat.
Then, she laughed and laughed and laughed as if he were telling her the funniest thing she'd ever heard in her life.
He didn't like her being amused. Not one bit. It struck a chord in him that wasn't willing to deal with her holier than thou crap anymore.
"Oh, and Valerie," he said, reaching toward her and lying his hand on her breast. "This is mine," he told her.
In that brief moment, he felt the power drawing itself out of her. He was squeezing it out as well as squeezing her heart like a person trying to squeeze an orange to make orange juice. Her heart palpated in his steady hand. It was trying hard to keep her alive, but he knew there wasn't a chance for her to live.
His gaze remained on her face steadily.
He looked over her features. He wanted to see her last breath, her last expression, and even her last tear.
His eyes swept over her steely blue gaze as her eyes and forehead wrinkled under the pressure of death. A tear trickled down her pale skin from her eye. It ran down her upturned button nose and over her full rosy lips. Her lips gasped in for air as if it were able to help her stay alive.
He knew what he wanted then. He wanted a dying kiss. He wanted to feel her last breath escape her lips and enter his mouth as she gave up the fight to live.
So he dipped his head down towards hers. His mouth took a hold of hers. Capturing it like he'd captured her heart.
He barely felt her hand beating... no more like tapping against his chest trying to stop him.
It almost felt like a trapped butterfly trying to flap its wings hard enough to get away from its captor.
He instinctively took a hold of her small hand and felt her hand and her fingers as they moved through his.
It was the last motion she ever did. It was then that he felt her last breath. It was like a ghost flying away into the wind. Her protests died. Her heart stopped. Her hand in his was now growing cold and rigid.
He slowly drew away from her.
He took her other hand that was wrapped around the hand he'd been using to stop her heart. He gave it a small kiss and then placed it lightly in her lap. Her dark golden blond hair flowed around her body like the suns dying rays, her luminous blue eyes gazed at him glassily in horror, and her body leaned against the alley wall crumpled.
He laughed as he looked at her. Giving her a quick kiss, he took her corpse up into his hands and danced with her.
Then, he let her body drop back onto the ground in a heap of death.
"Why thank you, Valerie. For making it so easy."
Then, he turned back to his poor dead brother William lying on the ground a few feet away from her. He was vaguely amused that both their hands were extended almost reaching for the others in their heaps on the ground. You will never have her, he promised his dead brother as he kneeled down beside him.
He took off his large quartz crystal ring that gleamed eerily in the moonlight. He smiled at it, and then he used William's shirt to wipe it off.
Somehow a little bit of Valerie's blood had ended up speckled over its surface. He gave it a quick delightful kiss and then admired it in the moonlight.
It had been as powerful as the gypsy had said it was. It had killed Valerie and cursed her forever. One day he would have to thank the gypsy if he had survived the fight that Andrew had went through to get the ring. He relished in the thought that he was powerful enough to curse another being to eternal damnation.
Now, he'd never grow old. He would stay young forever.
He had the ring to thank for that.