Over numerous decades the Owens curse has claimed the lives of many men, but will it work when Genevieve's soulmate is already technically dead......
(I do not own the story lines of practical magic, charmed, or the twilight series. This is a story...
When I was a little girl the aunts told my sisters and I about our family curse. It all started long ago during the Puritan era. A time when small minded people tried to control everything for money and power.
Our ancestor Maria was the first witch in our family and she was a very powerful witch at that. She fell in love with the local blacksmith and thought she could trust him. Never wanting to hid her true self she decided it best to reveal that she was a witch.
Her downfall was she was too trusting. That and the man's wife found out about their little affair.
Ripping her heart out threw her chest he had no love for her anymore once he heard that feared word "witch". With no remorse he turned her into the court and church. He claimed she had put him under a spell and many other men joined in to say the same to save them selves from the label of adulterer.
Maria had been a heartbreaker across the village many men wrote in her own personal pleasure. She wasn't a harlot as they would say, but she was just an enticingly beautiful woman, a woman who did not feel responsible to make those men stay faithful to their wives. It didn't help that most of their scorned wives made up the hanging committee.
The town became vile and cruel to the woman first putting her into the stocks to be humiliated and flogged. Next she was banished to the isle in wait for her trial. There would be nothing but a grim vale of death waiting for her with what they planed.
She was set to hang just off of the sound were are now our little town of Coupeville lies. It was her magic, anger and fierce determination that kept her alive. The hanging rope snapped when she tried to jump and bless be her will that kept her determined to protect her child that she was growing in her womb.
They left her in permanent exile too scared to witness what the witch would do to them next and she became the first inhabitant of Coupeville. Alone she took the hanging stand apart and built her house to raise her child in. Passing down a ware of warning she kept her hanging rope to remember and blessed it for the future as a memento of protection.
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Deep boiling rage was an endless issue in her mind anger and hurt that man left her with consumed her. It ate away at her till she could take it no more . In an unspeakable amount of grief she casted a spell that only fed off of the negative energy she harbored.
No casting with ill feelings every turned out well. It twisted from a spell to protect her from falling in love again to become a curse that killed any man to ever love an Owens woman.
If only she knew that it would pass to the unborn child in her belly.
That same curse is the reason why Genevieve, Sally, and Jillian all had different ideas of love. Jillian couldn't wait to get older and chase after a man to love her. Sally was hesitant and wished for a love that would surpass the curse and Gen never wanted to fall in love because who should have to go threw that pain of watching the one you care for so much die.
Aunt Bridgett or Aunt Jet as the girls called her swore that the curse was not real and that the deaths of those in their lives were merely unfortunate coincidences. Aunt Francis on the other hand would actively list the men that had been taken from her life becasue of it.
It only seemed that it was yesterday that her mother passed hearing the call of the black death beetle herself. It was inescapable and she still had vivid nightmares of watching her mother have a heart attack.
Genevieve might've been young but she knew what she wanted, she never wanted to die of a broken heart like her mother. She never wanted to leave her sisters or the aunts behind.
Her relationship to them was the only comfort that go her threw the loss of her mother. So she worked a spell one that would make her perfect dream man, someone she knew would never exist.
She spoke slowly and confidently as she worked her spell picking flower petals to carefully place in her bowl to preform the incantation.
" He should have an amazing laugh and always be able to make me smile. " Picking white rose she moved on to her next part of her dream. " He will have dark curls and a bright smile" She smiled as she continued to imagine the love of her life. " He will hear my call from a mile away" She spoke to herself tossing in the bright blue forget me not pestles.
Aunt Bridgett and Aunt Francis watched in fascination as the small girl walked around the green house. Their hearts broke knowing she would trap herself in the spell and be only alone.
Although she had created the spell from a place of light and love they knew that there would come a time when they would have to unbind it. Silently they stood still and waited for the girl to finish respecting the rules of not interrupting a witches work.
" His eyes will be the color of honey and he will be the strongest man I will ever know." Resting the bowl on the center of the island she reached to alter for the athame. With one swift motion she sliced open her hand and bled into the bowl .
Her sisters joined her in the final step of the spell to be there for her to release the pestles in to the night air. Each touched her shoulder with compassion as she outstretched the bowl into the bright moon light.
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