Once A Witch, Always Betrayed
This is a group story with myself (summer_riot) and Sleepingforevermore.
We will try to be as quick as possible with the chapters (:
Also, the Latin in this is translated on Google, so it may not be 100% accurate, so I apologise. A translation will also be included at the end of any chapter that needs it (:
"Lobster!" I called in a high pitched, whiny voice.
"Jesus, Claire. It's been ten years since that incident! Are you ever going to drop it?" she replied, walking into the room holding two tall mugs of steaming hot chocolate.
"Nope," I replied, taking a mug from her, grasping it between both hands and blowing across the top. As I sipped the warm, rich liquid I gazed at my best friend over the rim of my cup. I envied her.
Mary-Lou Jane, MJ, Mary-Lou, Lobster. Whatever I called her, she was still the most amazing person I knew. Although her parents were rich and famous, she still remained so humbled and down to earth. I guess that's why I loved her so much. I watched as she brushed her waves of black hair from the porcelain skin of her face. I wished so much to be like her, but I'd never let her know this. I was the confident one out of our twosome. I wasn't supposed to feel inferior, not to anyone.
Tossing my long, blonde hair I pushed myself off the bed.
"I'm bored," I whined, when really I just wished to think of other things.
Mary-Lou sighed. "What can I do to fix this, Claire?"
"Hmmm..." I pondered. "Oh, I know! Let's do some witch craft!"
"I don't know, Claire-Bear...isn't that stuff a little risky?" Mary-Lou asked, her voice quivering.
"Don't worry, Lobster! My mum taught me all this stuff, I know what I'm doing!" I jumped up and grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the room and into the backyard.
"Now, tonight is perfect, you see the full moon?" We both tilted our heads to gaze into the great wide nothingness above us, one circular globe of pulsing light gazing back.
"I don't know about this..." whispered Mary-Lou.
"Would I let anything bad happen to you, Lobster?" I asked her, tilting my head to look at her.
"No," she replied, dropping her gaze.
"Exactly, now hold my hands and repeat after me: venire spiritibus."
Taking hold of my hands she repeated, "venire spiritibus."
"Resurgeret a morte." My voice began to strengthen.
"Resurgeret a morte..."
"Esurientem ulciscendi." I cried.
"Esurientem ulciscendi..." her voice wavered.
"Convivium in mortalis animas!" I said, my voice almost a scream.
"Convivium in mortalis animas." Mary-Lou whispered the last line of the chant.
Suddenly, lightening cracked across the sky, it's electric fingers caressing the night. Mary-Lou screamed and I laughed, tossing back my head, feeling the power of witch craft run through me. Rain began to pour from the heavens and I quickly ushered Mary-Lou inside.
"Claire-Bear...I'm freaked out," she whimpered, looking at me with her large black irises.
I put my ar around her. "Seriously, Lobster. That was just awesome timing, that was just some silly chant my mum taught me, I don't even think I got the Latin right."
"Really?" she asked.
"Really, really." I replied. "Now let's go get some rest, we have that school trip tomorrow."
"Yeah, you're right," she said and headed towards her bedroom. "You coming?"
"I'll be in in a minute!" I called. I waited till she was out of sight before moving to the window and looking out into the now dripping backyard. I knew Latin back to front. And my mum didn't teach me that curse. As I stared at the spot we had been standing, a small grin turned the corners of my mouth. This was just the beginning.
Resurgeret a morte
Convivium in mortalis animas
Rise from death
Hungry for revenge
Feast on mortal souls