Chilling Adventures of Sabrina: The Awakening

Chapter Seven

I laid down in the middle of the circle while Nick lit the candles.

"I can feel your nervous energy". Nick commented getting up to light the next candle.

"Oh I'm sorry, but I could very well get trapped in my nightmare for all eternity so forgive me for feeling nervous!" I said sarcastically trying to calm my beating heart.

"Trust me you're going to be fine" Nick snorted.

"How do you know?" I asked rolling my eyes.

"I know because I listen to my intuition which is what you should be doing".

"I am!".

"No you're listening to your fear based thoughts there's a difference" He sighed, a smile forming at the corners of his lips because he knew he was right.

"Let's just get this over with" I suggested.

Dark lord bless her with the kiss of death

Stop her heart 

Make it fast

So that she can survive only in her nightmare

To face her fears so she can once again breathe air

She will be brought back to life

On this very night

Nick stepped into the circle and I sat up surprised.

"What are you doing?" I asked confused.

"Wow you really thought I could summon Satan to give you the kiss of death didn't you?" He laughed sitting down opposite me.

"You are going to give me the kiss of death?" I asked, all of a sudden becoming full of anxiety.

"I won't use my tongue if that makes you feel better". Nick laughed. I was about to reach out to slap him playfully but he caught my arm and pulled me closer to him until our faces were just inches apart.  He looked at me so seriously, all traces of humour gone from his face.  He put a hand over my heart and started whispering words that were inaudible.  I realized he had put a protection spell on my heart.

I couldn't help it, but I instinctively put my small pale hand over his big tanned one.  He took my hand and pulled me even closer until I could feel his breath tingling on my lips. Before I knew it his warm lips gently brushed mine.  It started off slow and sweet and then it grew more passionate.  I reached up and held his face deepening the kiss, I needed him in a way that was unexplainable. He responded by letting out a low moan as he put one arm around the small of my back and drew me closer until I was pressed against his chest.  His other free hand found its way into my hair as he continued to kiss me.  His lips were intoxicating like a high I never wanted to get sober from.

Nick parted from me just for a second or two before his lips found my neck and now it was my turn to moan. He gently laid me down on the floor and kissed me softly and I heard his voice in my head telling me goodnight.  If that was what the kiss of death was supposed to feel like I would gladly die a thousand times over.

The warmness from my body slowly turned into coldness and everything went black, that's how I knew I was dead.