Jamie couldn't breathe, staring in a horrified trance as Rory bleed out onto the ground beneath Nil's boot. Without a place to go, she wasn't going to survive that wound. The more time that passed, the quicker she came to drowning on her own blood and suffocating.

Footsteps from behind the hunters broke through her daze. This wouldn't be the end. She still had the power to change this destiny. They had to stop Ain. She didn't know what that entailed, but Rory said there was a ceremony they could do to bring an end to all of this.

Jamie called upon the power of her ancestors and cast acid at the wolves and the hunters. They all screamed, faltering around, unsure of what to do.

It was clear Ain was possessing one of them, though Jamie wasn't sure whether they were or weren't a corpse.

The wind picked up as tree branches were thrown about as though a tornado had settled upon the landscape in a way far too unnaturally.

Her father and several other fae became visible in the brush as they continued to harness the power of nature against the hunters. Since it was clear they were losing, they took off, abandoning Jamie and Rory in the aftermath.

Jamie ran to her wive's side. Fresh blood dripped from Rory's lips as wheezing breaths that came with struggle proceeded from her. The harsh breathing echoed louder than anything else in the world, declaring with each labored gasp that time was running out.

"I need to get back to my cauldron," Jamie said gently, as she took Rory's hand. Tears trickled down her cheeks. "I can save you." She needed to save her.

Rory shook her head and gestured to the growing darkness on Jamie's arm as the words of the death curse rose above it. "The moon is growing brighter love, it's almost to it's peak. We need to save you—before it's too late."

"But Rory—"

"I'll be fine," Rory said with a red-stained smile. "You need my blood for the ritual. I'm just—-prepping a little early." She laughed in an effort to ease the situation. It was an awful, liquid filled sound.

Jamie opened her mouth to protest.

Rory placed a finger to her lips. "Shhhh I know all this blood probably turns you on, but now is not the time my little sadist."

"Rory! My father is standing right there," Jamie gawked. "You're so shameless."

"It's okay, he knows we fuck, that's what married people do," Rory teased, poking at Jamie weakly.

Servil cleared his throat and coughed very loudly. He picked Rory up and glanced over at Jamie. "Rory is right, we don't have time. If Ain possesses you again, there's no telling what she'll do. We need to stop her before that happens."

Jamie shook her head. "If we don't do something Rory is going to die! We can't just go forward with whatever we're doing and neglect her."

"If we don't stop this, I won't be the only one dying tonight," Rory whispered. "The one for the many, Jamie."

"But—" Jamie grasped Rory's hand, sobs making her chest constrict. "You're my everything."

Rory looked up at her and wiped the tears from her cheeks. "Then let me save you."

Elderly fae stepped forward, surrounding Jamie and guiding her forward. "If we go fast enough, there should be time to save her after the ritual is done."

Jamie couldn't speak. Everything felt like she was walking through one of her surreal nightmares. Any moment now the ground would open up and swallow them into the after life where they would face torments for their crimes. The darkness one her arm spread further as stars littered the sky, covering her side.

Everyone made their way to a cave. Jamie focused on the carvings on the walls, attempting to distract herself from her wife's worsening conditioning. They would go fast enough. They would save Rory. Everything would be okay, it had to be.

Servil laid Rory on a stone table. She shivered, obviously cold from blood loss as crimson continued to leak from her wound and mouth. Servil caught the blood in his hands and smeared it across symbols on the table that begin to glow. Grates in the table begin to fill as blood continued to pour from Rory's wound.

Taking Jamie's hand, he joined it with Rory's. Rory looked up at her, her eye-lid's dropping. She was barely awake. Barely alive. But she was breathing. Jamie prayed to the ancestors that she would keep breathing.

The elderly fae surrounded them as Jamie's father multiplied himself. Chanting filled the air as the darkness on Jamie's arm fell away, swirling like sand around them in a intense breeze. Ain's spirit was pulled forcefully from Jamie's body.

Chains extended from her wrists to the dark magic, binding her in place, binding her to Jamie. The young girl screamed, putting out all the surrounding candles.

Scurries sounded as they were quickly lit again.

When they came back on, Ain was gone.

Servil rushed forward, his eyes glowing unnaturally as he swung a knife at Jamie. His voice echoed in two. "I should have made sure you were dead when I have the chance."

Jamie found the special dagger she'd been carrying as the death curse glowed brighter. She tried to swing her arm at Ain, her sister stopped her, controlling her movements and pointing the knife directly at Jamie's chest as she slashed her across her side with the other she held in Servil's hand.

Rory lurched froward, grabbing Jamie's arm and fighting against the spirit's pull.

The fae started chanting agin, pulling Ain's spirit from Servil's body.

Rory's blood sizzled and glowed as it made it's way down Jamie's cursed arm. The control slid away.

Something flashed silver in the corner of Jamie's eye.

Rory dove forward, pulling her out of the way.

All the candles went out and Ain's screams turned silent.