The Secret of the Westbury Faery

Part 2

I was 24, when they got married. I couldn't do anything about it. I could only watch, as they moved away to Skibereen, Ireland and held their marriage ceremony, on october 7th, 1836. I followed them the whole way, leaving my parents, and concealing myself with glamour. Over and over I secretly wished that I could whisk Lauren away to a far off country where she would never be seen again. Yet I knew it would have to wait a year. Only one year, before I could use my powers on her.

Ten days after their marriage, I watched enviously as Phillip presented Lauren with a mirror, that had their initials carved on the back. They didn't have much money, and they could barely afford food, so to her it was the best thing in the world. She thanked him, the corners of her lips rising up to her cheeks, and gave him a hug. When Philip and Lauren left for dinner I went across the hall to her room and examined the mirror smirking to myself. The mirror wouldn't be the only present she was getting. If I couldn't physically use magic on Lauren for another year, I would use magic on stuff she owned.

I slowly brushed my hand over the mirror and muttered an enchantment under my breath. The surface of the mirror rippled and stood still. I smiled impressed with my handiwork. I had succeeded in forming a portal through her mirror in order to keep watch on her.

I waited quite some time before I used the portal so I could estimate a time, when Lauren wouldn't be using the mirror so I could see through. It was months later when I first looked through the portal. Through it, I had a direct view of Lauren's bedroom. She had stood it on her dresser so it had an overview of her room. I used the mirror quite often after that, sending in tiny bugs that would search their house and report back to me on what they were doing, and other times I would personally look through the mirror myself.

I always had great timing, looking through when Lauren was in the kitchen or in the garden, yet on one fateful morning I made a mistake. I woke early that morning and even though I could have personally gone over to their house and hid with glamour, I had decided against it, and opened the portal. I held the mirror to my face and when the mirror shimmered a face with golden curls stared back. I dropped the mirror shocked, and from the other side a shriek was heard followed by the clattering of what sounded like the mirror. I put my hand to my heart, calming myself and turned over the mirror. Even though I had just been found out, I was curious about whether or not she would tell Philip or not. So I stuck my hand through the mirror and let the portal pull me through.

I tumbled into Lauren's room, and quickly concealed myself with glamour, so human eyes would only see me as a large bug with abnormally big eyes. I flew out her bedroom, and down the hall to where Philips voice rang out. I could hear Lauren sobbing, and once I reached the living room, I had a full view of Philip wiping the tears from her eyes. I watched them a while, her telling Philip that her mirror was haunted and Philip consoling her and saying that it was all her imagination and that it would be okay.

 Lauren got sick after that encounter, the stress of her life piling up on her. She got so bad that Philip had to use the little money he had to buy a bottle of Laudanum to try to cure her. I used this as part of my plan to make her go away, permanently. Every couple of days she poured exactly 25 drops of more laudanum into her cup. Then she would go wash up in the bathroom leaving her cup unattended. At that time i would sneak into her room and pour five more drops than the recommended amount. Over time the effects started to kick in and she got worse and worse. By December of 1837, she was becoming weaker and weaker. I knew the process was taking a long time, but it would be less suspicious if she gradually became sick instead of an instant death, so I took my time waiting for her time to end.