Spelled

Chapter Two

   *April 6th 1890*

 A mild, warm and gentle breeze ripples through the sparse leafy tree tops of the withering trees that surrounded a small yet bustling cottage.

The sounds of not one, but two female voices ring in the air in the most raw fits of cackles emanating from the balcony of the small house.
Two women seat on wooden chairs, laughing out their sorrows.

One of the women, Gertrude, an old looking woman with freying grey hair and a wrinkle ridden face refrains from laughing as a sad smile slowly plays across her aged face. The woman had a green shawl wrapped around her shoulder which complemented her dark brown gown that danced in the breeze.
The second woman, Alyssia, a blonde haired much younger woman with sparkling blue eyes and a youthful glow notices the change in her friends demeanour and her smile contorts into a worried one.

"You know, i've always envied your youth, my friend. You withstand the centuries but a witch's body can only last this long.
Not even I can bend the hands of nature" Gertrude speaks, locking her watery mossy eyes with Alyssia's.
"I will miss you greatly, but not to worry. My spirit would always hover above you"
She assured, her gaze still fixated on her.

Alyssia's weary gaze fell to the ground
"I will miss you too, sister. But I'm afraid, I would  be joining you afterwards in your departure from this earth"
Gertrude's sad gaze morphed into a confused one. Alyssia looked back at her, dead into the eyes.
"That vile goddess, Circe plans to curse me. She threatens to end my being if Vincent does not fall for her!"

Gertrude's features darkens.
"What nonsense!" she yelled, standing to her feet. "Why did you keep this from me?" she sneered lowly.
"I am sorry sister. How could I have burdened you with my problems, when you're about to leave this world? You have your daughters to worry about"
"Nonsense!" Gertrude snapped.

The soft breeze around the cottage had picked up significantly and the leaves swayed dangerously as her eyes slowly took an eerie white form.
"I will show that harlot what happens when she trespasses" she says lowly.

Alyssia notices her friends anger and stood to her feet
"Please, sister. Do not involve yourself. You are powerful without a doubt but even you aren't a match for the goddess" she pleaded, not seeing this ending too well.

An evil smile spreads across Gertrude's lips, "you underestimate me, sister" she whispers before turning to walk into the dark cottage.
"Never underestimate a Hollow in all your lifetimes"  she whispered as she walked into the darkness.

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"Aaron, brother, I love you and all, but you're being rather foolish", Aurora; a red haired lady spoke into her phone from where she sat on a thick black couch in an over styled living room, practically oozing with luxury.

The living room on the first floor was grande. It was neatly and lavishly furnitured; painted in thick grey and black strides. A matching rug lay on the floor with a huge chandelier hanging from the crystal-like ceiling.

Several colored lights illuminated the room giving it an ethereal look. A huge television hung on the wall with several speakers lined up around it's niche.

To the east side of the room, a counter demarcated the living room from the mini bar. An island with several sizes of glass cups arranged on it was erected there.

Aurora Castille was the second of the Castille siblings; a trio of one of the oldest vampire siblings to ever walk the earth.

Aurora was a vile seductress, vicious and as the rest of her siblings was hell bent on breaking their mother's hex. They had searched for decades for the right witches who could undo the hex placed on their mother, Alyssa over a century ago. Her condition was worsening and the hex was killing her slowly, despite their wasted and void efforts; the siblings kept pressing onwards.