ミ★✫彡
𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑
- 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄 -
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There's no denying the eerie feeling that accompanies the group as they traverse the dark and desolate streets of New Orleans, their footsteps echoing against the silent facades and buildings that fill the area. It's enough to make one's imagination run wild and conjure images of otherworldly beings and supernatural haunts that may be lurking in the shadows.

As the group approaches the crumbling old witch mansion, it's almost as if the house itself is a testament to the stories and legends that pervade this area, its dark and foreboding aura almost beckoning them to come closer.

Marcie was still bleeding and sweating, the injury from the siren's nails having not fully healed. Her movements and expressions show her struggle to ignore the pain and discomfort, making it evident just how much the injury is still bothering her.

"Hang on there Marcie." Marcus comforted

The group finally arrives at the creaking and dilapidated old witch mansion. They stop in front of the door, knocking and waiting for her to answer.

After a brief wait, the door to the old witch's mansion slowly opens up on its own. As they step inside, candles light up automatically. The interior has a mysterious and welcoming atmosphere, despite the creaking floors and crumbling walls.

"We got your fucking siren nails," Malachi yelled

"Be respectful." Mak glances at him.

The witch Luna appears to be standing in front of a cauldron that is boiling under fire, filling the space with the scent of boiling herbs and spices. The cauldron casts a warm light on Luna's face, highlighting her sharp features and expressive eyes. The witch held a serious expression.

"Hello again." She says

"Yeah hello, the spell?" Malachi wasted no time replying.

"Right."

"Nails." The witch held out her hand

Malachi smirked as Milo handed the witch a whole arm, she looked slightly disgusted.

"Vampires." She mumbled disgustingly

The witch dropped Rhea's necklace into the cauldron as well as the nails.

"Rafe, come forward please." She said

"For?" Mak asked

"My blood, me and Rhea have the same DNA," Rafe says calmly as Mak gives him a nod.

Rafe held out his finger which lead to the witch poking a needle into his skin.

Rafe tries his best to not wince and focus as the witch cuts his finger, drawing blood for the spell. The vampires with him try to focus on something else rather than see Rafe in pain and bleeding. The blood from his finger drips slowly down into the boiling cauldron, causing it to shimmer as the blood mixes in.

"Done?"

"Do not rush me, eh." She glared at inpatient Malachi.

"Now one more thing." She stared at everyone.

"Yes-?"

"I need a heart of a vampire." Her voice was firm and serious.

"What!?"

"Huh?" Everyone said

"You never said that!"

"I told you before that this spell is dangerous and requires a lot, bringing someone back from the dead is a lot!" She yelled

"Black magic always has consequences."

"But you never said that." Rafe voice softens

"Well, I'm saying it now kid."

There's a charged and uneasy silence as the group tries to process the news. The vampires and Rafe are silent as they process their thoughts and try to come to terms with the unexpected twist. Everyone is shocked and caught off guard by Luna's sudden addition of the requirement.

"This spell doesn't last all day it's either y'all figure it out now or no resurrection spell."

"I'll do it."

Marcie speaks up, surprising everyone with her declaration that she'll allow the witch to kill her for her heart. She walks forward with her hands on her bloodied abdomen, and Luna notices the lingering effects of the attack from the siren.

"Oh my, you've already been scratched."

"Marcie you don't have to do this," Mak says

"And lose your chance of bringing back your girl? I don't think so." She smiles softly

"There has to be another way," Milo says

"There isn't, I didn't make the rules." The witch says

"My mother did."

"She despises us that much?"

"Can you blame her?" The witch's voice softens

"Because I don't." She finished

"Look I'll do it, I'll spare my bloody heart for these fucking idiots." She chuckled smiling

"Please, I'm in pain right now and I want it to stop brother."

"Marcie," Mak says with a tear flowing down his right eye.

"Let me do this for you, for you all."

"Please." Her voice demanding

The group of siblings look downcast and distraught as their sister Marcie sacrifices herself, and her life in exchange for saving their love life Rhea. It's a heavy and sad scene, and they all know that it is necessary, but it doesn't make it any easier to bear. They nod their heads in acceptance as they face the grim reality of their sister's actions.

The witch Luna is preparing to cast the spell, and she tells Marcie to come forward. Marcie reluctantly steps forward, her injured body still visibly shaken from the siren's attack and the loss of so much blood. Luna tells her to stand still, hinting at the potential danger to come, as Mak speaks up and says "Wait."

"Yes?"

"Thank you for being my sister again, for all of us," Mak says

Marcie's eyes start to water, she just nods her head with a smile tugged on her lips.

The witch Luna tilts her head down with her eyes closed, softly whispering something to herself. The sound of her muttering is faint and eerie, and it sends shivers down everyone's spine. Suddenly, the witch mutters a single phrase "delfan eoten cor." which causes Marcie's body to levitate from the ground. Her eyes wide with shock and terror, Marcie feels the sudden sensation of pain and heat as the witch's spell rips her heart from her body.

As the heart-ripping spell ends, Marcie's body clatters to the ground with a thud, instantly turning her once-healthy and warm body into a desiccated, lifeless husk. Her previously pale and healthy-looking skin is now grey and devoid of life, with her veins protruding from her skin in a macabre display of the power of black magic.

The witch drops Marcie's heart into the cauldron, which promptly flares up and lights with an eerie, black-tinted flame. As she begins to speak a spell under her breath once again, the lights begin to flicker and sway, casting the room in a menacing, dark, and eerie atmosphere. Everyone's faces were somber, with Mak being especially distraught due to his loss.

"Vitas phasmatis, ex salito, revertas phasmatis. Ut vectas, vitas phasmato, ex salito." The witch repeated continuously.

A burst of wind that sweeps through the room. A gust of warm air washes over everyone as they feel a sudden rush of wind and heat.

"She's here,"

"I can feel her," Rafe says

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