Once upon a time, Jack had been a happy man. He had it all, a loving partner, an adorable daughter and parents who accepted him. That was until the Daleks invaded his world and killed almost everyone they found. Most of his friends and family died a quick and - pretty - painless death. Being robbed of their lives before they knew it. But others were captured and held prisoner by the creatures that wanted nothing more than world domination or better yet conquer the world. He on the other hand could just get out in time. His time at the agency had provided him with one good thing, his vortex manipulator. The little device always rested on his wrist. So when hell broke loose he ran as hard as he could towards where he knew his family was, but he'd been too late. They were gone. Dead. So he activated the manipulator and went back in time.

Now he was the stranger who had to move houses quite frequently because something suspicious was going on with him. The papers talked about it, but how wrong could they've been.

From the moment he arrived in Victorian England something spooky had been happening. It had been a few years after he arrived that he finally gave in to that feeling. Because at first he had been hellbent on trying to get back to his family, but something happened with his vortex manipulator - it started smoking - and he had no way out of the place he'd never been.

Something drew him to a woman, a young woman who was in need of some money. And of course, he had it, if the time agency had provided him with one thing to survive, it was plenty of knowledge how to earn quick money, so he had enough to share with others. People warned him about her, the superstition of witches hadn't really left throughout the years. She was supposed to be a great witch who lured her unexpected victims to her hideout, they claimed. He'd laughed at their faces and assured them that nothing was going to happen while he drank his ale. How wrong he could've been. At first, it seemed very normal, he knocked on her door, she opened up and asked her if he wanted to drink something. He agreed and sat down on the kitchen chair she had available for him - all the other chairs were occupied with this and that's. All the herbs and unidentified objects should've been enough, but with his glued-on smile, he hid his inner turmoil and waited for her return.

It all seemed like a perfectly normal situation until he tasted her 'drink' and began to feel quite weird. His muscles started to ache just before they decided to stop working at all and he sat petrified on his spot. Nothing worked as he sat there staring at her cackling. He only just noticed her holding an ancient book in her arms and immediately he knew that his friends and neighbours were right.

" I know who you are Jack. You are not who you tell you are." She said in a voice just a few octaves higher than how she'd been talking before. When it was certain that he couldn't return to his own time, he'd changed his name to someone else's. Javic wasn't a name you'd find in this time. So he went with Jack as it was close to his real name and something people wouldn't find weird. He had to change all of his clothes, even the military coat he so loved. It was currently lying in a box in the bottom of his drawer. Maybe there would come a day where he could wear it again.

He couldn't respond but if he could talk he would've yelled at her: ''What are you talking about?'' But he couldn't.

"You are from a future where men in metal exist. Where we can fly in tin boxes and where love isn't just between men and women. Seems like a perfect future." She responded to her own words. He watched as she walked in front of him. Taking bottles from shelves on which he could now see stood bottles with herbs and dead animals. Even a few eyes and tongues made the selection.

" So why aren't you there? Why have you been here for these years?" She wondered as she held a glass full with green slimy toads in front of his eyes.

"Ah I know, your wrist strap doesn't work. The thing you travelled with." It was like she was digging through his brain and looking at every memory he had.

" Such a lovely family. Of course, they're dead, so there's no one you could get back to if you even had the slightest possibility." She kept adding things from the glass bottles into her cauldron, ever so often looking into her book at the open page. As he wasn't able to move he had no idea what she was reading in the book - that he was sure of to be a spellbook.

"It doesn't happen much that a man so willingly comes to my lair. You really should've known better than to come to a stranger's house, Javic." Out of her long skirt, she retrieved a wand and held it under his nose.

" See what this is? It's the wand of a witch. And if you didn't yet know, I'm going to use it." She swished once with it and all of a sudden his mouth complied and he could talk.

"Why are you doing this?" Was the only thing he could think of. He'd only met her once and she had been such a lovely lady back then, nothing had made him believe that there was anything out of the ordinary. He should've known better.

"Why do you think? Oh yes, you haven't been here long enough to know. Let me tell you my story." The concoction in the cauldron behind her bubbled a purple colour as she stirred it before she turned back to him.

" I come from a family of witches, we hid ourselves away so we could live in peace. That worked for a couple of centuries until four years ago the villagers began to find my nan suspicious. We tried everything but she was burned at the stake without any real proof, she just looked different." Her long red hair swished through the room as she quickly turned around.

" Then not even a week later they drowned my mum. I'll never forgive them for it. So I hid even better and started planning my revenge. I will kill, curse or bewitch every man, woman and child of this village." His head was full of questions as he took her story in. If he could, he would've tried to do something, but as the only part of his body that worked was his mouth he couldn't really do anything helpful at all.

" But why me? I haven't done anything to you! I didn't even know you before yesterday." He proclaimed as he tried to plea himself free.

"I know your type, You're just as bad as the others, maybe you don't prejudice witches or are afraid of the supernatural, but I can see what you've done. I can see how many deaths you are responsible for. With how many men and women you've slept before you found your partner and after you came to be stuck here."

" Those are called one night stands! There's nothing wrong with that!" If it was possible she seemed to become even more furious. In her eyes, little flames were dancing and she was actually producing fire with her hands. The balls of fire were quickly extinguished when she knew what happened. The fire in her eyes was still there when she turned around and flicked her wand once at the concoction. It started glowing and the light in the cottage grew blindingly sharp before it disappeared at all. It was pure luck that he didn't turn blind. She reached for his currently empty cup and put it away somewhere. When she came back she was carrying a new cup and scooped some of the purple sludge in it. He could see a smooth but smoothie-like drink. With an evil smile, she walked towards him with the cup.

"Don't worry, I've chosen the least evil curse for you." He kept his jaws firmly closed but one wave of her wand made them stand wide open. He watched as she brought the cup to his lips and feared the worst.

"Now be a good boy and swallow." It tasted just as gross as it looked. Slowly she poured it into his mouth, enough to make his swallow reflex start to kick in, but not enough to make him choke. Without wanting to he swallowed the purple goo.

"See, you can be good." She told him like she was talking to a toddler.

"Do you want to know what is going to happen? Because I know you're curious about your faith." He couldn't answer her. Suddenly he felt very tired and he had to keep his eyes from closing. But luckily for him, she felt very sure of her case and started talking further.

" You can save yourself. Be sure of that, but only one big but. Oh and this is my favourite part. You have to open up to a loved one about your past, let them see who you really are. If they believe you and accept you then and only then you have a possibility to lift the curse. But you have to love that person and he or she has to love you back in return. But, if they don't and you tell them the truth then their minds will get warped and they'll want nothing more than to kill themselves. And after that happened you have to bring some of their organs to me, do you understand? Oh, I almost forgot, of course, you can't mention the curse until it has been lifted. Ah so cute, sleep tight!" Those were the last words before he fell asleep and woke up in his own house. At first, he thought it had been a dream and no curse had touched him. But how wrong he could've been. That morning he'd missed the note she left for him. When he came back a few hours later, more confused than ever, he found the note and a few things in a basket she'd placed on his table.

The note read: If ever you need it, you'll always be able to find me.

In the basket lay a book, inside it was a thorough description of her to summon her.

But the most interesting thing he found inside was his own vortex manipulator. Another note was attached to it.

With this, you can show them the stars, show them your true self. But remember that you won't be able to really go there, it's only an illusion. I've used one of my spells to make sure of it.

Much love,

Agatha Firewrist

She'd thought of everything it seemed.

That night, while he tried to pretend like nothing had happened to his mates, the most gruesome and horrific thing happened to him. He had no idea exactly what happened, the details were a bit vague. But of one thing he was sure, he'd died. He'd felt the knife stab through his heart and he could see the blood flowing out of him in waves. Scared as hell he'd accepted his faith, it was better than living a cursed life, and closed his eyes. The darkness was all surrounding and he knew there was something there, but before he had the chance to find out, he woke up gasping and flailing in the empty alley. There was a hole in his shirt and it was steeped with blood, but no wound could be found anywhere on his body. That was when he had enough and gathered the old fashioned map and went to find her. The way she opened the door was like she'd been expecting him. Her smile was just as evil as it had been the day before and finally his brain accepted that this was going to be his new reality.

"What have you done to me?" He demanded of her as soon as he was inside and the door had closed. It wasn't like anyone would hear them as the nearest house was 15 miles away.

"I assume you've found out." She simply answered and began to sweep her floor.

"Explain!" He said and got her attention. She looked rather bored as she put away the broom full of twigs.

"I made you immortal. Hadn't I told you?" She told him with a creepy smile. Her hands folded under her breast - which made them stand out even more - and walked closer towards him. Her pointy finger edged itself under his chin and she lifted it up so he would look into her emerald eyes.

" Oh sweetie, for as long as the curse flows through your veins you will stay immortal." She declared and it felt like his whole world had just crumbled to pieces.

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