Genevieve (Beautiful Creatures)

The Spell That Left a Curse

With her glowing golden eyes, Genevieve looked at the body of her dead lover, a blood stain emerging on his uniform. Her nose became overwhelmed by the burning aroma of her plantation house behind her. Her mother and sister were inside and now apart of the ashes. Her long fiery hair matched the flames that burned out of the windows.

BOOM!

The distant sound of the cannon fire brought her back to the nightmarish reality of the war that was ravaging Honey Hill. The soldiers were in the field, exchanging cannons and gunshots. Blood for blood. These soldiers killed her family and her fiancée. These mortals and their thirst for blood. The only good mortal she knew she had loved and now he laid dead on the trodden earth at her knees. No more.

Genevieve rose to her feet, holding the folds  of her gown. With a vengeful determination, she  marched to her  destination, the war field. The heat of the day and the burning houses made her perspire. Ginger  strands of her wavy hair stuck to her skin but she didn't care. BOOM!

The cannons landed around her, creating holes in the earth, destroying the once peaceful sea of green. Genevieve didn't flinch as she made her way through the field of death. Gunshots fired, bullets whizzed past her from each side, and still she didn't care.

Her puffy sleeves began to slide down her shoulders. Her pale flesh was exposed to the burning sun. With dark eyes, she looked at the mortal soldiers who had destroyed her life. She stopped in front of the low stone wall, the surviving soldiers hid protected from the enemy's bullets. They fired another cannon. It landed a few feet behind the wall, the ground shook, but Genevieve remained still, unshaken.

The soldiers drew closer with their arms, many of them stunned by this strange woman with a long wild mane of red cascading around her. Her lithe form was draped in a long gown. Her eyes were dark and glaring. She stood alone, unarmed, unprotected. Unafraid.

The leader shook his head. Who was this girl? He shook the question from his mind. She's a loon and of no importance. He didn't hesitate to burn the houses with the other women and children inside, screaming. Why would he hesitate with this girl?

"Ready"

The men readied their arms.

"Aim."

Their rifles pointed at Genevieve.

"Fire!"

Genevieve raised her head as the men began to pull on the triggers. She focused their guns. As their fingers squeezed, they felt the bullet begin to escape but instead of shooting out toward they flew back, penetrating through the flesh and bone of the men who released them. The soldiers fell back, joining the corpses of the fallen on the ground.

The line behind them stepped back, eyes wide, mouths gaping. They looked at Genevieve, who stood unhurt, a dark smile that caused their legs to run away. She turned around to the men behind the stone wall. They looked at her, shocked and relieved, having no idea that this savior was not mortal but Caster. And now cursed for all eternity.