AGATHA'S POV

Underneath the Cruise mansion, was hidden what they considered sacred and treasured...Athaga's mummified body. With it, was the last pure blood of the Cursed. It had been solidified to a oval tablet, or so I had grown to believe.
           
      Three AM was approaching faster than it should. I wanted time to just freeze and I could kill the body over again.

   I looked around me, at the  eighteen bodied lying lifeless. Each on a curvy trench that wound its way to the center, where I stood. The red liquid flowing through the trenches was starting to reach where I stood. Where Harry knelt, shirtless. Soon, we'd be soaked in the blood. My feet would be covered by it. Something I was sure would live to haunt me.

          But each of them had lived with the knowledge that one day, the man that gave their grandparents a home, would reclaim lives in this generation.
   I just felt pity for the three teenagers that were in the group.

Yet, at that moment, I no longer cared what would happen to humanity. They hadn't shown me any sympathy. And the only person that had gave me hope of finding a change, had broke me.
     What was there to fight for?
They could all die. I gave not a single care.

          My eyes shot to the little crowd standing a distance from the ritual Flower. All in long black robes with the women covering their hairs with scarves. Apparently, Agatha liked being old-fashioned. What did I expect from such an old soul?

    The entire tomb was illuminated by the torches burning at every spot on the rough dump walls. The air still humid and unpleasing... It made my stomach churn. And now with the rusty smell of blood, I was sure I'd puke my guts out after it was over.
          
      Athaga's body was below the circle we occupied. The hand-sized hole under Harry's knees drained the entire blood to his mummified structure.
     
    Ever since I was little, they had all prepared me for this day.
            There was no escaping it, now I knew.

Suddenly, the large bell above me dinged to Becka pulling the rope. A signal that it was time.

    "Do you have anything to say?" I asked Harry

   He inhaled. "When I come back, Will will be my first victim. And you'll be mine."

I huffed, then leaned down to whisper in his left ear. "In your craziest dreams Harry."
    
     With the ruby dagger, I traced the loop mark on my left palm. It was every bit painful and tormenting. I sent out multiple cries by the time I had finished cutting.
   Blood quickly oozed from the deep wound....

I started tracing the loop in Harry's neck. He tried to bite down the pain, but it was evident in the deep groans being suppressed.
    Fatigue was sweeping over me.

And before I could pass out, I pressed my palm on this neck, letting our bloods mix as they trailed down his back.

           The contact alone felt like I was being electrified.
I screamed aloud, lifting my head towards the bell that was getting even louder... Harry's own groans sounded even terrifying.

Bit by bit, a little strength returned. And I could peel my hand from his neck.
    He dropped on the rough bloody surface, his breathing rugged and furious.
        One final step.
I knelt beside him, took his left wrist and sliced it open.
Harry  yelped while his entire body jerked like a spring.

     Looking down at my own wrist, it was was pale already. But that wouldn't stop me from cutting it.
  As more blood left my system, my body joined Harry's, while our bloods trickled in the hole.

       The loud ringing of that ancient  bell was the last thing I heard, my eyes shut, hopefully, forever.

                   WILL'S POV

A fierce wind blew outside while thunder rumbled in roars like a wounded lioness.
    I woke to shut my window, escaping any wetness in the room if a storm was approaching.
     It'd have been announced, I thought pulling it down shut.

For a minute, it sounded as if it was Agatha's scream in the atmosphere. Her pain.
  But then again, that was all in my head. It was past three, she was bound to be snoring away in her king-sized bed.
        Though it didn't make it any calmer having seen her hurt the previous evening.

She'd come all the way here to see me. And William being so afraid and caring, had said the most cruel thing ever to a lost soul.

   She has Harry. They make a perfect couple. And I can live my life in peace.

As I turned to walk to bed, something in the shadows of our lawn caught my attention. If I wasn't mistaken, there were three figures under the tree sited next to the road.
     They were still, unshaken by the storm.

   I didn't want to take chances of them being in trouble from the weather. Who was on the road at such an odd hour?
     Without anymore peeking, I shut the curtains and tiptoed  downstairs... My hockey stick was ever under the stairs.
In a silent motion, I picked it, before proceeding for the couches.
   If it meant spending the night there just to safeguard mom, I'd gladly do it a thousand times... Sadly, I couldn't sleep with the angry thunder and flashing lightning that made the outside spark like daytime.
       
       Nothing happened in an hour. That was a clear indication whoever those creeps were, had no intention breaking into our house. Though that didn't stop me from dozing with a keen ear to pick any weird sounds.
*                *            *

      Tuesday morning.

Everyone couldn't stop chatting about the 'storm'. And scientists as well couldn't explain its nature, which gave each a chance to create every possible fantasy.
    Some said it was a gods war, others, that heaven and hell had met... When Andy asked me my view, I just shrugged my shoulders.

   "It could have been caused by anything."
We stopped at the lockers.
   As I was about to open mine, I saw three students at the end of the hallway, one male and two females. They were as still as the figures from my lawn. Just stood outside chemistry lab, doing absolutely nothing.

     "Who are they?"

Andy follows my eyes.
   Then shook his head.
"Probably more freaks from the Cruise," he answered shifting attention back to his locker.

     The male, taller than the girls, his hair as deathly black as theirs, had his eyes on me.
   Suddenly, Agatha appeared from the corner close to them.
  From the distance, she didn't appear so well. A little paler than normal and faded.

      They all watched her walk, till she stopped before her locker.
    
   Most students on this hallway were busy getting ready for their first class. Paid little attention to the girl in a black hoodie. Except, me... Ag pulled open the door, sent a hand inside.
       Her whole body fell against the open cubicle. The few students near her shrieked jumping away.

    I was sure as daylight, no one would attempt to touch her if not Harry. And with Harry out of picture, only I had the guts to even kiss her.
My legs rushed their way to the body sinking inside the locker.
     I pulled her out, and hurried to the nurse.

Heck! Agatha was light, too light for a normal person, or from the last time I had carried her after the accident.
   Her skin too, it was almost transparent, white. As if blood had been drained.
  
         "What is it?"
The nurse cried when I burst in her office. "She passed out. Looking so pale." I explained laying her on the slim bed.
      One look at her, and Milly grabbed the telephone.
   "I have an emergency. Black Hills High," she stated then dumped the receiver to grab a tube and a bag.
       
     "Hold this." Was given the bag with the clear liquid inside. It had a tube running out of it. Which she connected the rear end on the back of Agatha's hand.
     "What the hell is happening?"
"I don't need to run tests to know that she's running out of blood. I've called for an ambulance. It'll be better if she gets a blood transfusion."

   All of a sudden, her body started jerking in endless pulses.
    To be honest, I was freaking out.

        "Oh gawd!"
"Talk to me dammit!" I yelled impatient.
     "She's losing it."
"Wait, can you do the transfusion here?"
   Milly let a sharp squeak.
"NO!"
      "We're in the same blood group, 'O'. And it'll not be the first time I've given her blood."
   "You ain't even screened. It's a much bigger ris-"

I threw the bag down. "Agatha needs blood, not water. If you won't, I can do it myself."

    I turned for the  shelf of drawers at the corner, scattered everything to the floor looking for any helpful equipment.

       "Stop!" Milly yelled. "Okay, I'll do it."
"Good!" I flared angrily.

   Agatha's body hadn't settled.
Her eyes were blinking in whites, like a seizure.
      
     Milly's shaky hands pierced my wrist, she connected the necessary tubes, handing me the pump to suck out blood.
    I watched as the red liquid flowed inside the colorless tube, and vanish inside Ag's hand.
Slowly, the jerking ceased, in return, I got weak lying on Milly's desk.

  As my vision blurred, I felt hands lifting my body.