Blood Countess (On Hold)

Chapter 5

The moment Esmerée was home, she called Trina right away and told her every detail.

"Are you sure you can trust Ivy?" Trina said.

"I think I can invest some trust in her. She's just trying to help her younger brother, and besides, I bet you would do the same for your brother, if you have one."

"Hey, if you need help, call me alright?"

"Yeah sure."

Esmerée hung up and started searching through the old grimoires in the library. She remembered some spells on bringing back the dead, but she can't remember how it goes. At the stroke of twelve, she found the resurrection spell written in Latin. Every witch and warlock knows Latin.

It goes:

"Fallen heroes or fallen foes, I know one if I see,

at midnight,dancing upon the sides,I can colour and name,that the man walks,And talks with me 

As I command."

She took her notepad and listed down the things she needed. Twelve pebbles of the same size, twelve white candles, something that belongs to Elizabeth Bathory and moonlight on a full moon. She also had to do it at the place she was killed.

She took out her cell and texted Ivy the details.

"Hey Ivy. Do you have anything that belongs to Elizabeth Bathory? By the way, this spell has to be done on a full moon and at her the place she was killed."

Ivy responded quick, "I'll find something of hers. There's a full moon coming soon. My brother can wait till then. Thanks Esmerée."

Esmerée put down her phone on her bed.

It was too easy to resurrect. Everyone would have done it. Something's not right here.

She planned to think about it the next day. She fell asleep quickly.

Esmerée found herself in a white flowy dress that showed a lot of her back. The wind blew her hair all to one side. She turned back and saw Damien walking towards her. Bethany was coming from another side, and Trina was there too, at the opposite side of Bethany. Trina said, "Look," and pointed at the full moon in the night sky. Bethany's face was very pale. She turned to Esmerée and gave her a sad smile. Damien was behind Esmerée, putting his arms around her, "It's okay." Esmerée then felt something sharp stabbed her neck. She spun around quickly and saw no one but herself in a dark place. Blood trickled down and her white dress was stained. She put a finger on her bleeding neck and there it was, the dark red blood. She stared into the darkness and back to her finger, and the blood was all gone, along with the stains on her dress. Light came in, blinding her for a moment as her eyes adjusted. Curiosity got to her and she slowly found her way toward the light.

Esmerée woke up with sweat trickling down her forehead. All she remembered was seeing Bethany, Trina, Damien, blood and light. The ticking of the clock was loud in the room. It was only six in the morning and she did not have the desire to sleep anymore.

She got up and changed out of her night gown and hummed a catchy tune that seemed to stay forever in her head.

Esmerée walked down the grand stairs, looking as if she was gliding down as her long skirt pooled at her heels. She remembered the first time she was taught to use high heels when she was five. It was so wobbly that she had to hold on to anything on the walls, tables and chairs. Her father was secretly watching her from behind, with a video camera in one hand, trying hard to keep himself from laughing. Her mother, Aurora, who was a beautiful woman with brown hair like Esmerée's and bright blue eyes glared at him. She's a descendant of a powerful family of witches who were fortunate enough to escape the Louviers witch trials during 1647. Too bad her mother was the last of her family.