It All Ends In Death

History Always Repeats Itself.

Josie

There wasn't much that the Gemini witch could remember. Because the last thing she could recall was heading back to the school. Josie's eyes slowly opened, taking in her new surroundings. Where was she? The walls consisted of some writing that wasn't in English, along with some basic witch symbols. The young witch brushed off her clothing before sitting up on the bench she had been laid on. "Hello?" This would be the part where Josie should be freaking out, however the place she was in seemed familiar. As she continued to look at the walls, and the symbols. She felt a bit of comfort, which don't get me wrong, it's not the right emotion to be having. She was just kidnapped, taken from the school and in an unknown area that seemed to be owned by witches. No one answered when she said hello, and so to Josie that meant that there wasn't anyone here.. but she was sadly mistaken. A woman entered; two men stood beside her. Both men had their heads facing the ground. The women, all you could see were her lips. Dark red, the color of blood. Josie's heart started to race just a little. The women's hands shooed the men away. They both just nodded and made their exit, leaving Josie alone with this woman who she didn't know. "I just-" the woman put her finger up, indicating for Josie to hush. Slowly the cloak that covered her face fell to her neck, revealing the porcelain like doll. Her skin glowed, that's if you were looking at it in the correct light. Her eyes are a soft sage green, and of course the dark red lips. "Josette Saltzman, I've been trying to get my hands on you for months now." The brunette's face was puzzled. She was trying to get her hands on Josie? "Witches talk, especially on New Orleans soil". Slowly the woman moved, lighting the candles around the tiny room. One by one. "What do you want with me? I'm no use to you.." was she? Josie assumed not. This wasn't her magic stomping ground. Any power she housed would render useless once she stepped onto New Orleans soil. Even if she could siphon the magic here, still it wouldn't do her any good. "Well..  you're going to help me get rid of the tribrid, once and for all." Josie's heart skipped a beat, and she was sure it was now moving out of rhythm. With every second that went by, her heart moved quicker and quicker. "I- won't- help you." Her words came out scratchy, she tried to gather her thoughts but it was of no use. Her mind went back to the dream, the one where she was laying in hope's arms dying. But maybe it was the other way around, however Josie could only see it as her on death's door. Hope wouldn't allow herself to die, let alone Josie. She would rather turn her than anything. "I figured that much. Seeing as you love her.." the woman turned to Josie, seeing the pink color in her cheeks rise to the surface. "Your expression alone says it all.. the way your body stiffened when I mentioned death.. Come on now dear, don't mistake me as a fool." Josie wrapped her arms around herself, as if she was giving a big hug. Still the witch was confused- why would this cloaked woman be wanting to kill hope, at that why was she hell bent on it. "I never said I didn't..- but.- why would you want to hurt her.." whilst the girl responded, Josie looked around the room to find a way to make an escape. But in the end she found nothing besides the entrance that the woman was blocking.. "I'm doing what my ancestors couldn't.. the tribrid remains a threat to the people of this city; to the witches. Now that she has unlocked her full tribrid potential, she must be put down. The longer she lives the longer the witches of New Orleans suffer.." the look she held in her eyes, it was the glare of war. This woman was willing to kill a thousand people if that meant Hope would fall. Josie couldn't let that happen.. "as regent of the New Orleans coven, she will die. Either in my hands or yours.." Josie's eyes widened. "I will not play a part in this sick game- I am not going to hurt her nor will you. The school will protect her-" she was cut off.. "protect her from who? Your pathetic little school has nothing on 1000 year old witches. The ancestral well was restored thanks to me- they stand behind me and my choice of killing that abomination of nature. I know there's a weapon that can kill her, I've been keeping my tabs on it.." the woman extended her hand to Josie.. "hand it over." How did she know that she had it? Thankfully for Josie the weapon was far from New Orleans.. "I don't have it- and even if I did I wouldn't give it to you." Quickly she rushed to the door that the woman had been blocking. Running till she reached a large tombstone. The sun, it wasn't far seeing its warm glaze five feet away. Before she reached the clearing that entered the rest of the cemetery she was stopped in her tracks. "As stated dear, she will die in either mine or your hands.. glad to see we have that answer now.." Josie fell to the floor, her eyes coming to a close as the two witch bodyguards grabbed her. Bringing her back inside where she was.. "leave her here; and don't let her out of your sights.. the ancestors want to have a chat." She raised the hood back onto her head, before leaving. They both nodded and answered. "Yes Octavia."