WALPURGIA ✔️

Chapter 33 - Bloody corpses

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Rebecca's head dropped back, an empty look in her amber eyes.

They were dull - as if clouds blocked the sun in her eyes.

Empty. Cold. Lost.

All Rebecca heard was the muffled voices of the daemon. Screeching. Loud. Then silent. Annoyingly high and low in tones, hard to follow.

The pain spread like fire through her body. From her head, to her chest, through her stomach, into her fingers, legs and feet.

It.hurts. It went through her head. So cold. So.cold. So hot. So hot.

The lake moved. Rebecca closed her eyes to block the water.

Things swam past her.

She felt them hit her.

Amber eyes glanced around.

Branches. Leaves. Grass.

Something rusty smelling rose to the weaver's nose.

Empty. She didn't feel the water. No temperature she could make out.

Empty. She didn't feel any lives. No presence at all.

The sigils on her back burned. Gladiola, lily, the letters. The sigil on her wrist stung.

She smelled iron under her nose.

Her chest must be bleeding.

The surroundings got clearer - as if she was fully awake now.

Esme moved weakly.

It was a wonder the child had survived this mess. She had Baldwin's thick skin.

Rebecca started sobbing uncontrollably.

Something heavy dropped into the water.

Rebecca looked out for it, heavily breathing.

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Jezebel's body streamed past her, the eyes she had gauged out missing.

There the corpse finally was.

She felt the thunder in her veins. The fast air in her heart. The destructive water in her hands.

She was slowly regaining her control again.

They were at a lake – she remembered.

They had fought. She had released the storm inside of her.

The residue water in her mouth tasted salty.

She was soaked to the bone – that happens when you summon the Witch's Storm.

Rebecca closed her eyes. 

If only the annoying scream would stop.

But Delano's screaming wouldn't stop.

It just wouldn't stop.

The storm hurried back through her veins.

Alive.

I feel alive.

How long she hadn't felt like that. How long she had been craving that emotion?

She smiled against her will.

Alive. Alive. Alive.

She slowly got up.

Delano fished out Jezebel's corpse.

Rebecca watched it silently.

"It's futile", she finally spoke, her voice rusty and gruff. "You can't change her fate."

She would have never imagined a man like Delano would be able to be this vulnerable.

Rebecca asked the air to help her up, and stood on her feet again. A bit wobbly, but alive. 

"If you want to live, if you don't want to have the same fate, you'll leave us be. Forever."

The vampire daemon didn't look up, tracing his wife's face, missing eyes and lips. He rubbed her hands next to keep her warm.

He didn't hear her.

Well, it didn't matter.

Rebecca sent one of her cords back to the present.

Genevieve's shot back.

She tied the two white cords together. Her world pulled at her, urging her to come back where she truly belong. Rebecca heard the others calling for her, felt how the earth was living and dying, felt every life on it prosper and wither.

Rebecca didn't turn around to see the blood, the corpse or the grieving man. All she needed was to return, take care of her daughter, make sure she wouldn't get sick and await her birth.

Esme would soon come. Either Rebecca managed to flee now or later – she needed to plan. She needed to negotiate with Genevieve.

But first, she would treat her wounds.

Rebecca laid her hand onto her big stomach. How she wished she could hold Esme already.

"I love you. Thank you for loving me as well. We will live. I will make you happy - and I will make you feel loved."

Then the weaver took off.