The coast of Asgard is stunning. A white beach runs as far as young red-head can see beside the deep blue ocean, and a mountain watches over it and the forest on the other side. She turns her face into the wind and looks in wonder at the castle the mountain cradles – her home. The ocean licks at her feet, but then she looks down and the beach is gone. A massive snake it curling around her ankles tighter and tighter slowly rising up her body – Nohoggr.
Ginni wakes up in a cold sweat in a strange bed. Her body still doesn't feel like her own and the pink blankets covering her don't feel like hers. Quietly, she slips out of the strange bed and down the hall to the bathroom. Splashing her face she stays as quiet as possible, but not quiet enough.
"Are you alright?" Ingrid pokes her head into the tiled room.
"I -" Ginni stutters, "I'm fine, just a little warm." It feels strange to be looked at with so much love when you don't even know the owner of the loving gaze. Ingrid is still a stranger to her. The older red head smiles sadly, knowing her daughter doesn't know her, and hesitates. She reaches out to squeeze Ginni's should awkwardly before walking tearfully back to bed. Ginni can't go back to bed. She bounces on the balls of her feet nervously for a few minutes and then makes up her mind. She tiptoes downstairs and slips on her seekers and leather jacket – Wendy had taken her shopping in the city the day after she woke up on the beach. Turning the knob carefully so as not to alert the sleeping witches she slips out into the night. The humid air is comforting against her skin and for a moment she is at peace. And then she catches a scent on the wind. Like ash and blood. Her eyes flash red, and the lost teenage girl disappears. She knows exactly who she is. She knows exactly what she was meant to do.
Scales climb up her arms as she runs through the park after the smell. Through the park, through the woods, down to the farm. She climbs easily up the wall of the barn and peers in through the window. Two women are lying, entangled, on a bed of hay. Her eyes flash red again, but this time it doesn't fade. The woman on the bottom looks up in horror as the daemon drops from the window and pulls the other lady off with a vicious yank. This isn't the one she wants. Casting the brunette aside she turns to the source of the smell. Helena doesn't stand a chance.
The smell of blood wakes Wendy up, and in turn she shakes Freya and Joanna to their senses. When they find Ginni's cold bed they assume the worst and rush down the stairs, Ingrid at their head.
"I'm sure she's fine -" Joanna stops mid reassurance because her granddaughter is standing in the living room soaked with blood and holding her sister from hell against her heaving chest.
"I brought you a present," A red-eyed Ginni growls in a voice based deep in her chest. "I am taking us back to Asgard – think of how much you hate this woman for what she has done to us, and pour your blood into the bowl." She points a bare foot at a silver bowl on the coffee table. "Do it now!"
"Shit." Wendy curses under her breath. Something has come over Ingrid and she willingly, as if dazed, cuts her hand and lets her seething blood drip rhythmically into the bowl. Ginni's nostrils flare.
"Ginni," Freya whimpers, "what is this about?"
"I have seen my fate. Our fates. We must return to Asgard before Yggdrasil falls. Helena has been aiding in its destruction from hell, and we must return. I will lead Asgard in another era of prosperity, and we will be aligned with the human world at last!" Her voice rings prophetically in the silence.
Recognition flashes in Wendy and Joanna's eyes, and together they add their blood. Freya follows suit never taking her eyes off her niece. The bowl is boiling and Helena wakes up with a shriek of pain. Ginni, much to the distress of her family, digs her nails into her aunt's neck and the blood is seemingly sucked into her fingertips. Looking even stronger and more dangerous than before Ginni tosses her unconscious aunt from hell aside. The bowl bubbles and seethes dangerously as she moves closer and begins to chant. The whole house throbs with strange energy. As Ginni dips her hands into the blood and begins to paint a frame on the south wall of the house a woman with brown hair slips in unnoticed. "Don't move another muscle," Raven hisses looking frantically at Helena. "What did you do to her?"
Ginni turns around slowly and her muscles tense. "Drained her – she is no longer a threat. Your fate will be significantly more unpleasant if you dare interrupt this again."
Raven's hand quivers around her gun, and then she alters her target and fires.
Hi! Thanks for reading! I'm so sorry this took so long – I've been getting so many hours at work lately. Hope you enjoyed it and I promise to write again soon! Stay wicked, my darling witches.
~ Lovingauntwendythecat