Just like Sabrina Spellman
The witches and warlocks left the woods beaconing. Father Blackwood got what he and the Dark Lord wanted. The signature of another coming-to-age witch for the Book of the Beast. Giving them eternal power and youth in exchange for their long lasting servitude. But will servitude be what the Dark Lord receives when it cost a young girl physical pain to sign her name? Only time will tell. And the Dark Lord had a lot of it in hell kindling with interest. Sabrina Spellman wasn't the only one in his radar. Watch out, Violet Lovelace. Something's brewing in the pandemonium.
[lovelace residence]
Evie hastily unlocked the front door to their eerie home while Nicholas carried her niece whose body ran in a warm temperature. He didn't know what or why it was happening, but he felt the heat at his finger tips and it didn't feel normal. They entered the house Gerard and Tabitha following close behind until Evie blocked their way and talked them into heading back to the Academy. It was probably better to keep them from seeing what Violet could become. Both her friends nodded then the door closed behind the guardian and Nicholas Scratch holding the faded girl. Evie guided the boy to the parlor and accommodated the space before he placed Violet on one of the sofas. Meanwhile, she was unconscious, Nicholas questioned the woman, "Why keep her friends out?"
"They're better off not being too involved." Evie simply said.
"Involved? Their friend is obviously not okay. What's wrong with Violet?" Nicholas questioned again. "I admit Gerard and I aren't the greatest friends, nor acquaintances at all for that matter. But I know that Violet trusts him a lot."
"She trusts you even more." Evie quickly shot down. "Can you be a dear and grab a wet cloth? She's still burning up."
Nicholas nodded and quickly headed to the bathroom upstairs. He remembered seeing some utilities there. Ransacking the mirror cabinet filled with first aid supplies. She didn't need a band aid. A thermometer for sure. He grabbed the facecloth putting it under the running faucet then shut it. Both items in hand he headed back downstairs finding Evie talking to her conscious niece. He hands the items over to the adult and started with the thermometer placing it in the center of the fatigued girl's armpit. An unusual spot for Violet considering she never got sick. The red line rose up finally reaching its breaking point.
"One-ten Fahrenheit." Evie mumbled, plucking it out.
Nicholas's eyes widened. "One-hundred-ten? That's high! We must get her to Greendale General Hospital. She can d—" he didn't even want to think of the deadly word.
"She's going to be okay." Evie assured and placed the wet cloth over Violet's perspiring forehead. "I'm going to make some tea."
They paid no mind to the lady walking into the other room. Nicholas crouched down in front of Violet, holding her hand. Confused as to why the woman is off to make tea when the girl he's interested in, is burning with fever. "How do you feel? What happened? You couldn't sign and when you did, you got sick. Complained that everything hurt. Can you explain that?"
"Nick," Violet took a long, heavy breath, "have you ever experienced a clairvoyance?"
"Sure. When things don't feel right, I get this feeling and tend to trust my gut without question." Nicholas answered.
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Icarus; Nicholas Scratch
Hayran Kurgu❝Wish you could look at me the same way.❞ Violet murmured sadly. Nick's gesture softened a bit and he looked at her as if he had no idea what she was talking about. ❝What do you mean?❞ ❝I can't help what I am, Nicholas. I know you feel remorse.❞ She...
