Switched Fates

Birthday Dinner

"I would prefer an actual doctor" Elodie remarked, keeping her eyes on him. She was yet again disgusted with him, the look on his face was like he was expecting a tremendous amount of gratitude from her. Only reducing the quota to three sun stones a week! I just told him that no one was meant to make more than one and that was exhausting enough as it is.

"O my Elodie," he started up again.

"I've been around for centuries". He laid back in his chair and crossed his feet on the table.

"I'm a doctor, lawyer, engineer and a pretty decent masseur." He chuckled.

Elodie sat back down in her chair, just focusing on her meal. The food did look delicious. She was going to take advantage of it before excusing herself to get away from him.

"That's quite a bit of food," he commented.

Elodie just rolled her eyes. If he is going to try and control what I eat now I swear. She thought

"Don't want all this to go to waste," Elodie retorted, as she started digging into what looked like to be a fresh seafood salad. Something that she would never cook for herself.

Lance lent forward on the table, she felt his gaze on her. He started tapping on the table again and the attendants came into the room again, clearing some of the dishes off the table and leaving a decent-sized gift box at the end of the table.

"Did you enjoy growing up in Fernestshire?" his wicked grin beaming across his face. Elodie's stomach dropped, she thought she was going to be sick. What if he found mom? She thought in horror. She lifted a napkin to her mouth.

"I haven't heard the name of that place in ages". She replied slightly, moving her plate away from herself.

"I'm sure you got up to a lot in that small town. Not too much to do, but a lot of friendly faces, so warm and.. Welcoming."

"Wasn't quiet my experience." She tried to come off as this wasn't getting to her.

"I'm sure it was, at least with one person." He moved his glass up to his mouth and took a sip.

Elodie's heart was racing. She was sure her mother wasn't in Fernestshire, she prayed to the earth mother that Lance had not found her. She couldn't even find the courage to respond to Lance at this point, just kept pushing her legs to the floor trying to stop them from shaking.

"You should open my Birthday gift to you, if you are finished with your meal."

She looked at the box, and slowly made her way over to it. Pulling it towards herself and the smell hit her nose, it almost made her through up. She stumbled backwards away from the gift.

"Go on open it, My Elodie." He almost laughed from the other side of the table.

Elodie had never been so scared in her life as she slowly lifted the lid and saw the decapitated head of Peter Chiswell. His face was deformed and twisted in horror, like he had been tortured before he had been killed.

Lance was suddenly behind her, his cold breath brushing against her cheeks as her hot tears streamed down her face. " I told you, you are Mine, Elodie, and no one alive will ever have any claim on you but me. Now tell me." He purred.

"Where is the baby, Miss Swinton?"

Elodie couldn't pull her attention away from Peter.

"Why!" She cried. "He was just a kid! We were just kids! He didn't have any real say! I charmed him!"

"WHY!?" Lance roared as he pushed her abruptly and harshly to the wall, his face inches from hers.

"I should be asking you that question! Why is it you charmed some trash of a human but didn't even attempt it on me!?"

"What do you mean? I was just a teenager when I cast that spell. It was prom. I had a crush on him for ages. I thought. I thought I could have it like it was in the stories." Elodie sobbed.

"I didn't know what was going to happen, that it was going to be so"

"Effective!" Lance finished her sentence and slammed his hand through the wall. Elodie winced. Why did I ever cast that spell why does my past still haunt me to this day! Even sealing everything that had happened to me for 8 months away from the world it still has ways of slipping through the cracks.

"I'm going to ask you one more time Elodie, where is the baby?" Baring his vampire teeth.

"He is dead". She answered bluntly. That spell is still doing its job after all this time. She thought. I know that it did in fact happen to me, but it feels like it happened to someone else. Someone that I don't even know.

Lance let her go and backed away.

"He?"

"Stillborn." She said putting it to rest.

"Now if you will excuse me, I think this evening is over." She turned to leave.

Lance grabbed her arm. "If I find you're lying to protect..."

"I buried him myself!" A tear fell down her cheek even though she felt nothing from the words she just uttered.

"Where?"

Elodie laughed, this was something he would never take from her, he could torture her lock her up, force her to do work for him, but she would not un do that spell not for him.

"You could spend eternity walking the earth, you will never find his resting place." Confidence radiated through her words.

Lance's eyes widened.

"Just two more questions and you can go." his voice was calmer, like a switch had just gone off in his head.

It confused Elodie, but she didn't want to take any time trying to read this monster then she had to.

"Do you know any other witches, aside from your mother?"

Elodie winced at him mentioning her mother. But was able to answer flatly. "No."

"Do you know your father?"

"No." Elodie and swiftly walked out of the room. To her surprise, he didn't follow her. She rushed up to her room, and jumped into the shower. Letting herself get grounded under the hot water. She didn't care about Lance and his plans nor her quota for the week which she would definitely not be meeting now. She sat down in the large shower the water soaking her clothes and her hair. "I'm so sorry Peter" she whispered. "You were just a kid, you didn't know what was going on." "I know you were scared of me and that was why you did what you did but you didn't deserve what came to you. I'm so sorry". She rocked herself backwards trying to get Peter's face out of her mind.