Freddie's being held by Ringo as she shouts that's not Regina. The eyes are wrong. The eyes are wrong!
Another growl and another larger maybe a male wolf comes barreling onto the smaller one they are both the same color. It seemed like a fight to the death and the bigger one was winning. Freddie kept screaming something but it was drowned out by the wolves.
Once the smaller one runs off close to the death the large one reminds blood covered fur standing up. Pale blue eyes meet Freddie's and she knows.
"Regina!" Freddie reaches out to her.
Regina howls and takes off into the woods. Freddie kicks out of Ringo's hold and takes off running after her, killing her knees and harming herself further.
"Regina!" Freddie wails sticking out her hand.
A burning numbing pain sparks out her fingers and stabs Regina sending the girl onto her ass and back into a human which isn't good. No one can make a werewolf shift back into a human. She's convulsing and twitching all over the ground eyes paralysed with fear.
Freddie screams it echoes throughout the woods and she collapses down next to Regina, her knees giving out, "Regina! Regina!" she cups the woman's face.
Regina was sweaty and shaking fear was laced onto her face. Freddie peppers her face with kisses trying to heal her.
Regina manages to grab Freddie's wrist before letting go her eyes flash grey and her eyes close. The younger woman's breathing is labored and weak.
Freddie shakes her hard screaming. All she can do is scream. She doesn't know what she's doing all she knows is her powers are going haywire.
Freddie is picked up by Brianna, the older woman was too weak to fight. She just cries and sniffles, "Reggie."
Joan carries Regina inside the Harrison-
Starkey home. Georgette takes care of Regina and all Freddie can do is cry.
She broke her sling and everything was on fire with her body. None of that mattered to Freddie all that mattered was Regina and the unleft questions.
Freddie refused more medical treatment. She refused the food and water offered to her too. Fred just sat by Regina chewing her nails feeling like the worst elf in the entire world!
Georgette gets braces onto her knees and repatches her sling as the other women hold her down Freddie kicks and screams underneath them.
After that Freddie can stand but not that well.
She knows she needs a certain book. Freddie promises to be back; she kisses Regina on the forehead and leaves for the library. She knew she needed to find a book. A book she read when young and the world was snuggly and safe.
The young woman climbs up the big thick cement stairs the wind blows her hair around and it was a struggle to get the old doors open let alone up the stairs. She starts making her way to the back where she hid the book when she was a teenager. Freddie searches the shelves, “Need help?” an elderly librarian stares at her.
“I’m looking for a book of spells and magic.” Freddie says looking away from the woman feeling her cold eyes pierce her.
The librarian laughs, “You’re like thirty years old. You’re not a little girl anymore. You should know all about your magic and spells by now.” she walks away laughing.
Freddie’s face burns and she knows it’s humiliating to be looking for magic and spell books. The twenty-four year old wasn’t dumb, she knew electric wasn’t meant for an elf. No that hasn’t been seen in centuries. Fred didn’t want it burned at the stake.
Freddie gasps and snatches the dark leather book off the shelf crammed away behind old maps and newspapers. She stuffs in into her pants and leaves with her head the librarian laughs at her on the way out. Fred didn’t feel too bad about stealing the book now.
She sits underneath the big acorn tree and opens the book with no name on the cover. Her fingers trace over the cursive title, “Cantus tenebris Et Magia.” when translated it reads, “Dark Magic and Spells.”
The wind blows hard and Freddie sees a flicker of a name written below that before pages start flying and flipping seemingly trying to take off. It settles on page 997.
“How To Cure A Loved One Once Cursed”, Freddie frantically reads it trying to translate it. Her Latin is a bit rusty. Freddie gulps as she finishes the two pages she looks at her broken wrist and knows what she has to do. And her stomach is churning at the thought.
She climbs up the ladder and a note was left on the table saying everyone will be back soon and Regina is left in the guestroom until they can find a way to fix her. Freddie steals a lock of Regina’s hair feeling ever so guilty taking her golden hair.
The older woman places a chaste kiss against her girlfriend’s lips. The last words she spoke to her golden angel was, “Just leave me alone.” and Fred was kicking at her too.
The guilt ate her away and she thinks she can do what the book needs her to do. She has to; she can’t just chicken out. Freddie wants her protector back, her big bad werewolf girlfriend. Freddie takes a deep breath and leaves the room. Her head hung low shame taking over her.
Freddie looks to the darkening sky, “Mama said to fulfill the prophecy…” her dark eyes search the ground, “Be something greater...Go make a legacy. Manifest destiny.”
She finds an old hacksaw. It's a little rusty but it’ll work. Freddie puts the handle in her mouth and hoists herself up to the shed. She’s going to rewrite history. The young Parsi Indian elf will rewrite history; she'll be the first one to use dark magic in centuries.
In the shed she pushes the table to one end of the room and draws the symbol on the floor with black paint, her hand shaking.
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Fred sits at the table she puts the rag in her mouth and frees her broken hand laying it onto the table. She tries to flex it but only gets pain.
Freddie picks up the hacksaw, the text repeating back to her, “Cut of the body part where your magic comes from. Hands, Fingers, etc. Place next to your loved one’s hair.”
