Grace started to take off her clothes and the darkness formed around her in to a wrap-like dress. She touched her father's chest, stroking her fingers down the scar left from the heart removal . She kissed his cheek, then his lips, her tongue craving the taste of the black, magic infused, blood. Then, under the influence of the dark magic, she did something that is better left unsaid.
Afterwards, under the same hypnotic haze they walked, on foot to the witch's school.
"FIONA!" Grace screamed at the house, her mouth stretched so wide she almost looked like a banshee. Her body was so filled with dark energy, it- combined with her anger- was causing her to levitate.
The Golem stormed through the house in search of Fiona, everything he touched turned to grey decaying dust. If he didn t find her he would at least succeed in causing the house to collapse.
Fiona was in her office thinking about what her plan would be. She had about 30 seconds to decide. Her daughter and 2nd in command- Cordelia approached her. "get everyone outside- I'll deal with this." Fiona said in what sounded almost like a yawn. That was how little she thought of Jed- even as a monster.
Cordelia did as she was told but as she passed the Golem she saw a vision. She already knew a young Fiona killed the previous supreme (who was sickly at the time- easy prey.) Jed had been caring for his mother in the months before her death. He had forgiven her for putting him in an orphanage- and was grateful for any love/appreciation.
Cordelia knew that love was the key; but Fiona would likely try to fight him head on. But as she escaped the house with zoe, queenie, nan and madison she saw there was a girl telepathically controlling the man.
"ZOE!"Cordelia screamed as the girl with the brown hair walked bravely to Grace.
"I saw you earlier." Zoe said in a confident voice. Grace stopped levitating but she was shaking with very human anger.
Meanwhile in a head to head fight Fiona was getting attacked by falling rubble. But her usually attacks all had no effect on Jed's undead body. He could not move as agilely as he would have liked (or he would have ripped her head off the moment he spotted her) but once he got close enough he brushed his hand inches from Fiona's collar bone; causing her to flesh to decay before her eyes. Fiona would have been defeated if not for a miracle from Zoe outside.
"I'm sorry no one helped you! I'm sorry you feel alone!" Zoe shouted, hoping the girl could even hear her. She moved closer to Grace, throwing her arms around her. Because Zoe heart s was open and pure, she suddenly experienced a vision similar to Cordelia's powers, but 1000 times more.. She saw Grace's entire life flash before her in literally seconds.
She was especially interested in the part where Grace watched her father's body get brutally transformed; Grace was genuinely afraid about what was happening now.
"no matter what he did you never stopped loving him." zoe took a breath as she chose her next words; she would be asking allot.
"you need to let his soul rest." Zoe was aware that she was essentially asking Grace to willingly kill her father.
Grace fell to her knees. she could feel tears swell in her eyes.
Again, zoe needed to choose her words correctly; she could not promise more then she could deliver or grace would see right through her. "I will not let your story be forgotten." she used the word 'I' because she knew if it was up to Fiona all record of Grace and Jed would be gladly be forgotten to history.
Grace looked at her hands. "we need to leave." she said to no one. she pulled her legs to her chest, in a fetal position as the dark magic suddenly left her. the force knew she was not strong enough to continue.
Seeing how well Zoe was doing, Cordelia went back in with a blowtorch, turned it to full blast and threw it at Jed's back. It cracked against the metallic coating of his skin causing a fire that started at his legs, and quickly spread up his back. He jerked his head forward, coughing up the revenge card before going up in a very bright blue flame.
Fiona got to her feet; she put her hands to her throat to heal any injury. "interesting." she coughed as she dusted herself off.
"what is?" asked Cordelia.
"he died exactly where his mother died." said Fiona. she of course did not care to elaborate on that statement.
Cordelia went outside to see Grace still in a fetal position. She brought out a blanket for the girl. Although she tried to kill everyone in the house, she seemed pitifully harmless at the moment.
"is there any where I can drive you?" she asked. Grace answered with the only place she knew she wanted to go.
"take me to the swamp."
Grace spent the night with Misty, crying more often the breathing. "I failed...I failed him so badly."
"you failed at being evil.- I think we can call that a victory for your soul." Misty said, pouring some tea.
"but what will happen to his soul?!" she demanded. was her father destined for hell, for what he had done?
"he is reunited with your mother in the afterlife." Misty said with such certainty, no one would dare argue.
Grace nodded and laid down on a spare blanket to go to sleep.
"plus- the golem spell left you one last gift; the child that grows within you will be capable of powers stronger then both your father's and your grandmother's."
OK-sleep would have to wait.
"I think I'm gonna be sick." Grace said with less panic then one would think. The fact that she had sex with her father's possessed, undead, body was not as disturbing as the fact she was now pregnant while (hopefully) trying to finish her college degree and make something of her life.
"I have faith in you." Misty said. "you have love, you have courage ... oh! this is my song!" she said turning up her new-battery operated radio.
"She s talking to angels, she s counting the stars Making a wish on a passing car She s dancing with strangers, she s falling apart Waiting for Superman to pick her up In his arms"
"waiting for superman by daughtry?" Grace was surprised that Misty listed to music from the current decade, much less the current year.
"It s not about superman" misty smiled, "it's about hope."