For Love or Gold

CHAPTER 20

Kayla stood in the light of the full moon as she starred at the still freshly buried graves, she didn't feel she could move any further. She didn't have time to think how she would feel digging up her own mother's grave and start casting dark magic on the body, what would they think of her?

But the truth was calling her, the Raven wouldn't let it go. She looked around the graves, it was highly doubtful that an undertaker had left a shovel around, and then again, there was that issue of time. She would have to use magic, but she was too terrified of damaging the coffin held securely below. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she would have to use her inner power to make the earth move for her. She hopped it was enough to do it.

As she opened her eyes, they had turned black as the power was being called forth. Kayla extended her hand palm up at her mother's grave, trying with her might to make the earth move. Btu the dirt was still.

Frustration and anger danced in her head as she tried again, this time a few little piled of dirt on top began to shake.

"Move…move dam you…" She growled as she attempted to pour more power into it, the dirt began to creep slightly away.

"I SAID MOVE!" She shouted, the ground shook as the earth came flying out of the grave, exposing the black coffin below. Kay fell to the ground, exhausted, but she was also a little pleased. That was the most her natural power had done all her life.

She crawled to the edge of the open grave and looked down, there was the coffin, but there was no room for her to stand beside it below. She would have to bring the coffin up. A spell was cast as the coffin began to lift up gently, then it settled gently beside the open hole. Kay moved over to its side and placed her hand on the top half of the lid. She couldn't move.

The large ball of tears was present in her throat, she was terrified to see her mother in this way, or even about to perform a taboo magic on her body. What had she become because of the Undertaker?

"Please, mommy, forgive me…" She whispered as tears came down her face.

She opened the casket door and gasped at her mother's remains. The left side of her face was stitched up with thick ugly black sting, her thin lips were kept in a frown on her loose face. The darkness around the eyes made Kayla tear up more as she took out the jar filled with a pig's blood that she had gotten from a pig farm not far from here. She had to do it, then she would replace her mother back into her grave, no one would know.

Kayla opened the lid and began to mark down the runes around her mother's dark eyes, tears still running down her face. She then placed her hands around her mother's cold head, being careful not to touch the ugly string that kept her sweet head together.

She closed her eyes and began to chant, the world around began to change, from the quiet of the graveyard she came into darkness, then, she could hear music playing in the background. There was a light, then it became larger as the music became louder, there were voices now, familiar and soothing to Kay. She could see the road ahead, the sun was just making its way up into the sky, there was an amount of incoming traffic next to them. She was now seeing through her mother's eyes.

Her mother was knitting away as she looked around the landscape ahead, "I don't think that Dave's ready for kids right now, he's doing well as it is with his wrestling."

She looked at her father now, he smiled back at her mother, "Honey, he's almost forty! He should've had at least three kids at that age! And Kay's going the same route! Why can't they just find someone nice and settle down for a change?"

"You worry about them too much, Richard…"

"They're both single, and I want to be a grandfather soon, you know. I want to spoil the kids before I get too old!"

"So? They're picky! I don't blame them…" Her mother looked onto the road, there was indeed a large figure in their path, "Richard…is that a man…."

"What the…SERENA!" The car spun on a patch of ice on the bridge, there was a vast deep river on one side, the incoming traffic on the other. The car spun as it crashed head first into a transports.

"RICHARD!"

The car rolled now, there was sickening sound of something breaking, the car came to a stop. Her mother's eyes were now looking through the opened passenger door, she could see the form walking slowly up to the car. He peered inside, a child like grin on his Neanderthal face, that one white eye staring back with all the insane thoughts that followed. She watched in horror as he poked her mother's one eye with his gloved hand, giggling like a child until he was satisfied that she was dead. He simply stood up and walked off, and the light began do dime as Kay came back to her spot at her mother's side.

She knelt away from the coffin and began to vomit, this time there was nothing in her stomach to bring up. The dry heaves was causing her to loose conscious, but she fought it. She finally caught her breath and screamed her rage and pain into the sky. As if by response, the dark clouds moved in as lighting crashed by. The ground began to shake as Kayla cried her soul out, her poor mother…her poor father, killed by that monster…why?

She pulled herself back together, the monster would die tonight. She got back on her shaking feet and closed her mother's cast. She replaced it back into the ground with the dirt falling back into its place. The rain came down hard as the last piece of dirt when back to its place.

Even though the clouds had taken over the sky, the bright white moon still shone past the clouds. Kayla began to think now, get her bearings back. She wasn't a powerful witch, she didn't even know if she could do any damage to a reaper. There was a good chance that he was immune to her powers. His evil grin came back to her mind, the fucker has no idea what he's dealing with.

If she could use her anger as fuel for her inner power, then her rage would definitely put him through a shit kicking. The dirt moved for her when she got mad enough, but would it be enough to stop him?

Kayla was a lot like Dave in that sense, she wouldn't stop for anything to get her revenge on that creature of Death, no, the fucker was going to die tonight, and his brother won't be there to save him this time.