Red Rebirth [COMPLETED]

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Isabeaux looked down at the girl she'd now placed to sleep on Vincent's bed.

"You will need to leave me alone with the girl my love."

Vincent reluctantly left the two women in the room but began to pace outside the double wooden doors.  Isabeaux complained that his pacing was fracturing her focus and advised he leave the mansion in-fact.

Once alone, Isabeaux stared at the girls sleeping form. Vincent hadn't confirmed it but this girl was important to him and it sparked a fire of irritation within her. Isabeaux traces Elise's features and felt her face mould into hers.

Isabeaux walked towards the mirror in the En Suite and met green eyes. She ran hands over her face and through her hair. She fondled with her breasts. A little smaller than hers. She traced her figure admiring her small waist and thick thighs. Yet she couldn't compare to Isabeaux.

Isabeaux began to chant over the slim frame beneath her. Then around her became dense with energy that pushed her to chant faster. Elise's body began to convulse in front of her but the witch didn't stop. She spoke the words fast and clamped her hand over Eise's mouth. Elise's eyes flew open as did her lips under Isabeauxs hand. A thick fog of red mist rose from Elise's lips and swirled in isabeaux's palms.

"How did you get a potion like this in you little one?" Isabeaux questioned. She hadn't seen this magic performed in a while  especially one with such complication. Problems for Isabeaux was stacking up with new news of occurring deaths within her community, the rebirth of Ragnart weed and now the potion.

Elise's body had slumped back into the bed, back into her slumber. In this state, she looked innocent, oblivious to the amount of pain she would have to endure after her sleeping spell was to be lifted.

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Vincent ordered the person behind the door to come in.

Isabeaux didn't have the same air of confidence that surrounded her unearthly presence. Vincent could see the uncertainty in her eyes and it irked him.

"Silence won't help me Isa." Vincent muttered going back to the stack of papers before him.

"It is not good news as you can already tell." Isabeaux frowned

"Then tell me how to fix it."

"The witch that cast this spell is very strong."

"Then tell me how to fucking fix this Witch!" Vincent roared slamming his fist down on the table. Isa watched the splinters trickle to the ground for once consumed with fear for his man. She couldn't imagine him behaving his way for her. He must truly love the human.

"This potion is one of love and fertility. We're Elise to have finished the job with Alexander-"

"She would have his baby. Again." He whispered the last bit, the words were lost to Isabeaux's ears. "Someone is trying to mock me. Trying to resurrect the past."

Isabeaux frowned. She was an old witch but still relatively young and had heard the story of Vincent from her mother, a witch who had witnessed Vincent's wrath in her time. She knew of Vincent's story. The twisted love triangle that shattered the core of the royal family. As her memories of hot chocolate and tales of the beast returned to her head, it dawned on her that the cycle must have begun again. Lying in Vincent's chambers was the reincarnation of her mother's beloved queen, Noelle. Her heart could deflate even more even  if it wanted to. She could never match up to a woman who held Vincent's heart for as long as she did.

"I cannot remove the spell, there is a binding that cannot even be lifted by the binder. If I remove her sleeping spell, she will feel the craving once more. we could wake her up infront of you and make you the one she craves. But as you know, with this spell, her body's main goal is to find love and become fertile. Once she gives birth, it is instant death. It is a matter of what you want more, her or an heir"