A/N: I do not own the lyrics to the song "Prevent This Tragedy" by Alkalkine Trio.
1. A reanimated corpse that is believed to rise from the grave at night to suck the blood of sleeping people.
2. A person, such as an extortionist, who preys upon others.
3. A vampire bat.
French, from German Vampir, of Slavic origin. vam·pir'ic (vǎm-pǐr'ǐk) or vam·pir'i·cal (-ǐ-kәl) or vam'pir'ish (-ǐsh) adj.
He closed the dictionary with a fwump, and it disappeared. He scowled from his perch on the roof of the church. For all of the intelligence that humans seemed to possess, they really were idiotic. Their laughs were idiotic, their smiles were idiotic, their gorgeous blue eyes were idiotic, their ruffled brown messes of hair, their adorable heart-shaped faces…
"You know he doesn't remember you."
Icy, aqua eyes cut a sidelong glare at the speaker. "I know that," the owner of said eyes snarled.
"So, tell me again: why are you doing this?"
"Surely it runs deeper than that."
"You're a shallow creature."
"And you're an irritating wench."
"Do you have everything you need?"
"Yes, I do. Thank you for gathering them for me."
"Just do the spell."
"My, aren't you touchy." At the other's intimidating glare, the raven-haired woman tightened her grip on her bag. "Will you take us?"
"Gladly." The icy eyes turned back to the ground for a fleeting moment before the raven-haired woman was grabbed by her arm, and the two figures disappeared without a trace.
On the sidewalk outside the church, a young brunette was listening to his headphones, humming to the song while he waited for his friend.
Here we are again,
With handguns for hearts.
They had a master plan,
Wanted to tear us apart.
Nothing to hold,
All hope deleted,
And our demise has been completed now.
Nowhere left to go but
The flames of Hell they give me hope I
In oceans of this tragic part of
Where nothing's heard for miles but the
Of children wishing they were safely underground.
The lyrics were a little dark for the bright teen, but he liked the song. For some reason, the whole feel of the tune made him smile and want to bounce on the balls of his feet. It held a faint air of nostalgia that was…well, addicting and seductive.
We are the walking dead,
We hold this ghost in our arms.
We take our daily breath,
And thank our unlucky stars.
Tried to get by on bread and water,
Craving blood poured from the altar now.
Not much left to do but
In flames of miscommunication.
And out and often in search of someone
To translate what we truly dream
As we lay in this bed thinking out loud—
The brunette looked up to see his redheaded friend running down the sidewalk towards him. He switched off his music and stood from the bench he'd been sitting on. "Hey, Kairi!"
Kairi smiled in greeting. "Ready to go?"
With that, the teens started down the street. The gray clouds hanging over the small coastal town did nothing to deter their sunny moods. Though, for those who spend all of their time in the sunshine, it's hard to feel daunted by anything, really.
Meanwhile, the conspiratorial duo was occupied in the forest on the outskirts of town.
The other idly brushed his silver bangs from his eyes, replying nonchalantly, "Because it's his favorite color."
"Oh? You still remember this? Even after all these years?" His partner-in-crime coyly stressed the word "all", smiling upon receiving the scowl from the other.
"Of course I do. Just do the spell, Lulu."
Lulu chuckled. "All right, all right. And your color?"
"For envy, perhaps? Sickly disdain?"
"For my eyes. It's the only color you have that's close."
Lulu picked through her bag and procured a green cloth and a blue cloth. She looked down at the spread before her, smiling satisfactorily. Turning to her friend, she asked, "Are you going to come in or stay out there?"
"I prefer it out here," was the cool reply.
"Suit yourself. You'd probably taint the energy, anyway." With that, Lulu stood and brushed the dust off her dress. She ignited a match and bent down to light the white candle that was situated at the southern point of her soon-to-be Circle. Lighting it and then the incense sticks placed in the east, she blew out the match and began the rite of invoking the Elements of Fire, Water, Earth, and Air. Snatching the bag of salt from a fold of her ornate dress, she tipped it and began to turn clockwise, drawing a circle in the dirt. The salt passed over the candle she'd lit, then over the bowl of water she had in the west, followed by the pile of stones situated to the north, and then the incense that was burning in the east, ending back at the candle. She turned twice more, mumbling some incantation to herself as she went.
Her silver-haired companion watched with a vague sort of interest as Lulu closed her Circle. At her feet were all of the tools that she needed, prepared with consecration spells—purged of all dirty energy. The flat stone where her tools were laid out—her makeshift altar—was at the head of her circle, facing the west for power from the Element of Water—the Element of love. Riku was very familiar with witchcraft and its traditions, though he was no practitioner of the art. He'd dabbled in it once or twice a century or so ago, but other than that, he only knew what he did about witchcraft from associating with witches. He found them to be very useful, indeed. Even so, the silver-haired one had an unrivaled loathing for humans, and witches were no exception.
Finally, the first rite was completed. Lulu laid her bag of salt behind her as she sat down in front of her altar, sitting cross-legged with her hands on her knees. She took a deep breath before beginning.
She took the blue cloth, folded it in half, and then began to patiently sew them together in the shape of a person, leaving the head open at the top to be filled, kneading her magickal energy into the cloth as she worked. The spell was a long one, but an efficient one. Twenty minutes later, upon finishing her sewing, she cut around the doll with a pair of scissors. Then she took another pouch, which crunched as she grabbed it, and opened the top. Lulu began to take pinches of rosemary from the pouch and stuff the doll. A third of the way full, she stopped and began to stuff it with crushed rose petals, finishing the task with lavender. The last touch—a lock of brown hair—was pushed in the top before Lulu sewed it shut. As she went to work on the second doll, she talked to her companion.
"So, Riku, how is it exactly that you managed to steal this boy's hair?"
Startled from the sudden inquiry after so much wordless silence, Riku snapped, "Wouldn't you like to know."
"That is why I'm asking."
"It's not like it was any difficult feat. It was rather easy. He's so oblivious, sometimes, it scares me." Riku's eyes scanned the forest, and he said, as an afterthought, "He's always been rather oblivious."
"Was that a hint of fondness I detected, Riku?"
"Shut-up. It's not like that. Not anymore."
"Yes, so you say."
Soon the second doll was finished, identical to the first save for the color of the cloth and the silver hair inside.
"Hush, now," she whispered, taking the blue doll into her hands. She closed her eyes and pictured the heart-shaped face, the sparkling blue eyes. "Your name is Sora. You are now his true essence." She felt the familiar tingle in the back of her mind as her magick began to seep into the doll. She took the green doll and did the same, saying, "Your name is Riku. You are now his true essence."
Riku cringed at this, feeling somehow violated, even though he'd been the one who'd asked Lulu to do this.
Lulu plucked her red, cotton thread from the altar and held the dolls face to face, tying the thread tightly around their heads and knotting it. She held them again between her hands, infusing them with her magickal intentions. Laying them to the side after a moment, she took the red candle she had sitting on the altar and the rose oil beside it. Using a safety pin, she carved a heart into the base of the candle, the names "Riku" and "Sora" inside. Dabbing the oil on her fingers, she ran them up the length of the candle and back down, all the way around, until it was completely coated. She lit the candle, watching the dancing flame for a moment that seemed to glow in the dim light of sunset.
Taking the dolls again in her hands, she held them tightly, focusing on the energy around her, the desired effect of her spell, and everything else conducive to the success of her rite. For fifteen minutes she sat like this, before holding the dolls over the candle flame.
"I melt your
heart as I melt this wax.
Sora—even as this wax flows,
So your love glows stronger for Riku.
I melt your heart as I melt this wax.
Even as this wax flows,
So your love flows back stronger to Riku.
I melt your heart as I melt this wax.
Even as this wax flows,
So you are reminded of all your love for Riku.
I melt your heart as I melt this wax,
And by fire of love and its molten flow,
Return, Sora, and your love for Riku show.
I call Sora back to Riku."
"So mote it be!
So mote it be!
So mote it be!"
Riku winced, clutching his chest and sliding silently to his knees. He took a steadying breath and watched as Lulu let the energy ripple outwards before snuffing out the candle and stowing it, along with the dolls and the rose oil, away in a box. She inhaled deeply, letting it out slowly through her mouth, before beginning to gather up her ingredients. She snuffed out her white candle that anchored her circle and doused the incense, dumping the water onto the earth and scattering the stones. Slowly, her Circle was opened.
She rubbed her boots across the salt, going counterclockwise, dissipating it and officially ending the rite. She made her way slowly towards Riku, a faint smile on her lips. "Go to him a week from now," she said. "Seduce him; he won't fight it."
Riku smirked. "Like he could, even without the spell. We all know I'm irresistible."
Ignoring the insult, Riku was silent for a moment, before murmuring, "Thank you." He took hold of her arm again, and they disappeared, Lulu's energy still hanging in the air as they left.
A/N: Oh, I don't own that spell either. I got it from a kitchen witch website called Pagan Hearth Recipes. And I don't recommend that anyone use it; you'll find out why, later. So, lend me your thoughts? Please? I promise this story gets more interesting as time goes on.