Incubus (American Horror AU 4)

Chapter 8

Cordelia's gift of Second Sight proved helpful as she and Julie led the witches through the halls of the hospital's first floor, relying on joint visions to locate Amy's corpse. They dodged heart monitors, empty gurneys, and nurses carrying bags of medication for intravenous lines. When they came to a stairwell, a few nurses saw them attempt to descend the stairs to go into the basement, the morgue and storage area, and they approached Julie, Cordelia, Eleonora, Chase, Misty, Zoe, and Queenie to try and stop them.

"Stop!" one of them called. "You can't go down there without identification."

Julie, her soulful eyes turning cold, turned to the two nurses and imposed her will upon them, working as fast as she could to get down to her niece on time.

"You will allow us in, and you will allow us to take what is ours," the Supreme stated.

"Oh...uh...yes!" the other nurse smiled, her green eyes shining at the white-haired witch. "Of course!"

As the two nurses moved to let the group of witches past them, Eleonora patted Julie and Cordelia on the back with praise, a slight smile streaked across her teary-eyed, sad face from the loss they had just experienced.

"Good job," she whispered, "she should be down here."

"Clara should be as well," Misty said.

The flaxen-haired bohemian witch suddenly felt a strange chill through her bones. Having the power of resurgence, she could easily sense the presence of corpses and the newly dead. Yet when they reached the bottom of the stairs, they walked down the narrow hallway past several windows above office desks with medical professionals sitting at them and filling out paper work. Julie concentrated on each doctor, looking in each window quickly before using concilium to force them to continue doing their work as it said in their job descriptions. The last thing they needed was a crowd of doctors preventing them from getting what was theirs.

Chase and Zoe opened the doors into a designated room in the basement morgue, where Misty gasped at the gruesome sight before her-aside from small, closed, coffin-sized freezers built into the walls, she saw a revived Amy crying in pain as she struggled to stand up from the autopsy table to reach for Clara, who laid dead on the hard, tile floor with her long black hair fanned around her lifeless head. Rushing over to Amy, she took the crying, newly-revived girl into her arms only to have her scream in agony.

"OW! OW!" she yelped.

"Oh, my baby!" Misty sobbed, seeing Chase rush over to Clara's corpse on the floor, looking down at her pallid face. "You're alive! How did....how..."

Misty suddenly looked down, and she saw Julie and Queenie approach the body of the dead older sister as Chase sobbed into the crook of her stiffened neck.

"C...Clara...n-no!" he wept.

"Chase," Misty said calmly, kneeling before her husband and holding her arms out. Her husband's colorless gray eyes, flooding with tears and heartbreak, struggled to speak as Julie watched them. Eleonora and Zoe, however, helped Amy to her feet so she could walk.

"A-Are you going...to bring...h-her back to...life?" Chase asked, sobbing painfully as he felt the cracks in his heart begin to separate into huge gasps.

"I'm gonna try," his wife said as she was handed her oldest daughter's body.

The witch's curling, voluminous flaxen hair fell down her face as she sighed sadly with tears running down her face as Clara's head rested in her lap. Misty closed her eyes and put her hands on the sides of the young brunette's head, concentrating on putting life back into the girl. Chase, Julie, and Queenie watched intently, while the newly revived Amy held onto Eleonora and Zoe's hands as they all observed Misty's powers manifest.