Jones' Perspective.
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A week has past since I initially talked to Sibbul, and she left to speak with her elders about the spell. If there is a spell that can do what I am seeking. There had better be something that can help me with my plan.
I need to make Ariel think that she really wants me.
She needs to believe it herself, that she misses me.
It's only been a little over a week since our last encounter, when she made her decision. But I know that after some time, being under the influence of the spell, she will not be able to go without being with me. She will only think of me.
Not that good for nothing, Nevel.
Neven, whatever.
The two of them together have pushed me to my limits, and I can't take being on the outside any longer.
I will have her back.
I leave my bedroom, walking towards the hotsrping, when nearing footsteps catch my attention. Turning around, I look towards the hallway, and see a small, dark figure approaching. As the figure come closer, passing the candlelight, I see her white hair glimmering. She stands before me, her blue eyes drained, and her skin pastier then usual. She looks exhausted and weak, as fragile as a child.
Yet, can be as fierce as a fiery dragon.
She wears a silk, silver hooded, cloak. Her dirtied, white dress underneath it. Her feet are bare and scratched.
"Sibbul." I whisper, putting my hand to her hood and gently pulling in down. "Did everything work out?"
She looks up at me, a proud smile sneaking to her lips.
Ah, this must be good, then.
"Master, the elders helped me preform a ritual that will allow you, and only you, to interrupt Ariel's dreams. You will be able to manipulate them, and walk inside of her head. The only thing is..." She pauses, nervously biting her bottom lip.
"What is it, Sibbul?" I groan, impatiently.
"It's just... you have to be sleeping at the same time as her, if you want to be present in her dream. And as in present, I mean... you will be able to talk to her and touch her. You will remember everything and it will be as if it is real for you. But when you are just manipulating her dreams, while you are awake, you can only think of an idea to base her dream from."
"Base her dream from?"
"Yes. For example, let's say you want her to dream of me. You will have to go through a small, and quick ritual, and then simply think of me, the area you want the dream to take place in, and or any other details you would like to add."
"A ritual? What is this ritual?" I inquire.
I'm not a fucking witch, I'm a vampire.
Next thing I know, I'll be all buddy-buddy with the gypsies.
Screw that.
"The ritual only involves you to make a small gash in your wrist, enough for blood to spill. When your blood has risen to the surface of you cut, you must repeat: 'Enchant me this, a dream of spite, enchant me this, a dream tonight.' Simple."
"Simple..." I say, under my breath. "Thank you, Sibbul. For your help, I will reward you with the pleasure of not being chained up. You can freely roam the cave, for now."
She gives me a small, disappointed smile.
"Thank you, sir." With this she walks away.
Tonight I am going to bless Ariel with my presence.
And for many more nights to come.
Somewhere in her mind; I shall always lurk.
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Devoured Destiny (Completed, but being rewritten and edited.)
Vampire"And you certainly feel like a human girl..." Jones trails off while he torments me by caressing the side of my cheek with his long finger. The only thing I can do is remain still. The boy on the Willow had warned me not to take off without him. I...
