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"Yer a thief!"
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"You ain't not'in' but a liar!"
"You cain't do not'in' right!"
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"Why don'cha jes go ta Hell! Ya lil' brat!"
"Ya don' like it here?! Git out then!"
"GIT OUT!"
Blake snapped her eyes open, bolted straight up and started to hyperventilate. She scanned the camp while wiping the sweat and tears from her eyes. No one was awake yet; but then again, it was still dark. Blake looked over and saw Butch still asleep. Blake rubbed her eyes again and checked the camp again. She thought- No. She knew there was something out there. Or maybe someone.
Blake quietly stood up, never bothering to put neither her hat nor her coat on. All she did was place her revolvers and knife in their holsters and stepped over the sleeping men. Blake looked around again and didn't see anything that looked out of the ordinary. But one thing that Blake did notice, however, was a pathway that she thought was not there earlier. Blake walked towards the pathway and looked around. All there was, as she was expecting, was trees… and dirt. But she still had that gut feeling that someone was out there, watching her every move.
When she knew she had gotten far from the camp, she called out, "Anyone out here?"
Silence.
Blake rolled her eyes in annoyance. "C'mon! I know yer out there!"
Silence again.
A twig snapped. Blake quickly drew her gun out and pointed it at the source of the sound. Nothing was there. Blake took her knife out. "Come on! Stop fuckin' around!" Whatever this was, it was starting to make her furious.
That's when she heard it. That chuckle.
Blake looked around to try to find the source of that laughter. By now the laughter was rising and this was driving her insane. The laughing had stopped but she thought it was still going on. She felt like the patch was spinning in circles. She needed it to stop.
The patch seemed to have stopped spinning. The laughter finally stopped as well.
"Haven't changed a bit the last time I saw you," said a deep British voice. Blake's heart skipped a beat by the voice. She definitely knew that voice. There was no mistaking that voice. She turned to the sound of the voice and saw the glowing pale blue-green eyes looking right at her.
Blake put her gun down and relaxed. She knew those eyes from anywhere. "Lamia..." Blake muttered, barely audible. The figure chuckled and stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlit opening. The figure turned out to be a British accented man with wavy dark brown hair, dark blue-green eyes, a black suit and white shirt, black pants and boots. He had high cheek bones and a raucous nose.
(Author's note: If you guys are trying to figure out what Lamia looks like, think of Benedict Cumberbatch wearing Robert Downey, Jr.'s Sherlock Holmes outfit. And then think of him as being his Sherlock Holmes. Same attitude and personality)
Blake bluntly looks at Lamia and says, "Thought I wouldn' see yer face again." "Very true, dear Blakely~. Now: How long has it been since we last saw each other~?" He sarcastically asked in his usual sly tone. "Not since I destroyed mah whole clan like ya tol' me to...," Blake muttered. The spirit man nodded. "I knew you had to escape from that damned hell of a place they so called a 'home'. You knew you wanted to escape from your cursed reality. You can't tell me I am denying that, can you~?" He said. Blake didn't make eye contact with him, but she knew he was right. "Sometimes I thin' that... Maybe you coul' somehow be wron' 'bout somethin'... But I jes don' know what...," she said looking back at him.
Lamia figured she meant intentionally killing her family not because she had hated them, but for something else. "Well what other choice did you have? You knew you wouldn't survive the next day in that place," he stated.
"True... But I coulda jes ran off an' never come back-"
"They would have killed you if you got anywhere far from there."
"Well what other option was I suppose ta have?"
"You summoned me from your own blood!"
She definitely couldn't deny that; he was right about that. She did summon him with her own blood. She actually remembered that night in her room after taking one of the black magic books she had borrowed from her cousin...
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After Blake had finished serving the party beverages and was given her tips (she really didn't get to keep them however, and instead her parents snagged them from her), she snuck out from the party and went up to Joe shyly. "Could I borrow one of yer books, please?" she asked politely. Joe smiled and gave her his keys to the room. "Make sure you give them back, Blakely," he said gently. Blake nodded with a smile and went upstairs to find his room; which it really wasn't a room, it was more like a miniature library.
Once she found the room, she examined the rows and rows of books. Once she found the book she wanted, a summoning spell book, she closed the door quietly as to not make a ruckus down stairs. Once Blake locked the door, she went to the attic and put the book down and brought the keys back to Joe.
Blake ran back up to the attic and closed the door. Blake gathered all the materials she needed for the ritual. She opened the book and scanned through the book to see what she would want to summon. Blake figured a vampire would be too cheesy to appear, definitely not a werewolf or a witch. She did, however, stop at a page that caught her attention: a boogeyman.
She smiled from excitement and kept the page open and found her knife. She drew a pentagram, lit the stick-like black candles, placed a small bowl in the center of the pentagram and placed herself there as well. She put the bowl between her and the book and began the spell. "Natum ad a necral dona in tan la noc. Natum ad a necral dona in tan la noc. Natum ad a necral dona in tan la noc!"
Blake took the knife and slowly put the knife dangerously close to her eye and brought it to the bridge of her nose. She took the blood from the cut and placed it in the bowl along with the hair she had put in there earlier and started chanting again, this time she had enormous amount of energy in her body.
"Natum ad a necral dona in tan la noc."
The candles flickered.
"Natum ad a necral dona in tan la noc!"
The pentagram glowed.
"Natum ad a necral dona in tan la noc!"
The candles went out. The glowing ceased. Blake was knocked out...
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In all honesty, that was all she could remember before she had blacked out. Blake looked at the ground in defeat. "You see, Blake, you were desperate to have someone to talk to. So you used your own blood and hair to find me," Lamia stated. Blake kept looking at the ground. She felt him come closer to her. So close even that he was already within an inch from her. "So you summoned someone who would teach you how to put a knife through someone, use a gun against a man. You... you summoned me..."
Blake nodded slowly and replied softly, "I figured I couldn' do ever'thin' alone... I needed help..."
They stood there in the quiet for a few moments before Lamia said something. "I need you to do one request for me."
"An' wha' would that be...?"
"I need you to go to some place. A place you may remember..."
Blake looked up at the spirit man.
"...You need to go back..."