“ Give us a minute will ya?”, Obie requested and she nodded. She definitely wasn’t into religion but tonight they could use any help from any gods that were willing to offer any assistance.
A few minutes of silence filled the eerie building. The men broke away and placed themselves around the circle smoking with incense.
“We’re ready.” Determination burned in their eyes.
“Remember whatever happens, don’t break the circle. What you are about to see might be confusing to a mortal, so keep your ground and don’t interfere in the ritual.” She was clear about what she expected from them.
Licking their lips nervously and meeting each other’s eyes fleetingly, they nodded.
A gravely silence settled over them, Chimala turned her attention towards Jon…her eyes glowing like coals as she bent him to her will. Glittering blue eyes suddenly flashed in the dark of the night, burning into hers. As if an invisible hand manipulated him, his body lifted slowly off the ground, tipping him forward. Chimala’s lips whispered silently, the words were lost to the men but the couple in the circle shared a mystical moment and it appeared Jon’s essence was absorbing it , his body obeying her every command. Jon was now on his knees before her, his head tilted backwards. The moon filtered through the windows…painting them in a silvery display. Vampire and sire stared at each other, one completely under the other’s spell.
The men stood plastered to their spots watching breathlessly.
Chimala’s soft voice got louder, echoing through the stillness of the night.
“In interiorul cercului, evilpowers vom lupta,
Inside the circle, evil powers we fight,
în termen de vindecare, fără de vindecare.
Healing within, healing without…..”
A gust of wind suddenly swept through the building, whipping her hair wildly. Her voice raised above the strong wind.
“…vai de noi cu tărie, oh vechi Lords de noapte,
Bless us with vigor, oh ancient lords of night.
n termen de vindecare, fără de vindecare.
Healing within, healing without.”
An inner light spread from her core, mapping through her body until she shone like a shooting star been exiled from heaven, lifting her right hand, the dagger flashed in the moonlight.
“Sire şi vampyre comune în luna lui radiantă lumină.
Sire and vampyre joint in moon’s radiant light,
în termen de vindecare, fără de vindecare.
Healing within, healing without.”
Dark clouds smothered the brightly lit moon and suddenly it was pitch black, the only light was the astonishing illuminated figures in the circle. Her hand sliced downwards and the spine-chilling scream tearing from Jon’s lips exploded into the air. Every hair on the men’s bodies were erect, an evil sensation quaked through them but the stood their ground faithfully.
“..unificare a sângelui şi a izgoni de rău,
Unify the blood and banish the unwell,
în termen de vindecare, fără de vindecare.
Healing within, healing without.”
Blood as black as night gushed from their hands spilling onto the floor, as the poisoned blood pooled, a puff of mauve swirled into the air, diluting into nothingness. Jon’s body was heaving from the tiring exorcism, his lips pleaded for release…release of the agonizing carnage.
“..magic vindecă în timp ce parfum arsuri
Magic mends while redolence burns,
în termen de vindecare, fără de vindecare.
Healing within, healing without.”
Chimala’s frame slumped towards Jon, she was tiring quickly and Richie felt his heart jump as her voice trailed lower…fear of her not being able to complete the ritual hammered into his heart.
Jon’s free arm lifting towards the heavens as if reaching for and unseen entity, his hand splayed out, his weak growl became harder and stronger with each passing second.
“..expulza acum de venin, scapa-ne de păcat
Expel now the venom, rid us of sin,
fără de vindecare, în termen de vindecare
Healing without, healing within.”
The orb of light migrated from Chimala’s form, evading Jon’s, pouring from her into his kneeling frame.
Chimala’s voice faded slowly until only Jon’s strong voice could be heard in the dead of night, chanting to the age old spell. His body reared slowly, absorbing the life giving energy she was offering so freely. Reaching with his left hand, he snarled as he dislodged the dagger, letting it clatter noisily to the ground.
“…ia de la noi, această sarcină şi de zbor de la noi de pe rapid aripi
Take from us this burden and fly from us on rapid wings,
vindeca-ne Lords de noapte, vă rugăm să aud noastre de plâns
Heal us lords of night , please hear our plight…”
As the last words floated from her lips, Chimala crumbled towards the floor, only to be caught up in strong male arms. Jon’s silhouette stood strong and proud, azure jewels glittered in the dim light, fangs protruding from bright pink lips. The last of the light soaked into Jon and suddenly the figure in his arms was a limp, lifeless shadow.
A sigh traveled through the night air, longing to be set free and as it found its path into the night, it took with it the restless wind and the wavering smoke of the burning incense.
Dark clouds lifted, the moon beamed down over the bodies gathered in the church.
Instinct told them it was over and Richie stepped into the circle, his huge frame shaking. His mind refused to accept was he had just witnessed and he urged closer to make sure his brother and the woman who made this all happen, was unharmed.
“Jon?”
“Rich…I’m ok my brother. What happened?” Confusion filled his sparkling eyes.
Jon stared at the ragdoll in his arms, dark lashes smeared long silhouettes on her cheeks, her breathing barely audible.
Richie conveyed the whole event to him and he shuddered, his eyes boring into the woman’s ashen face.
The men stepped forward. Relieved to see that all wasn’t in vain, yet feeling concerned about the woman who gave up so much to ensure Jon’s return to health.
Jon’s senses became aware of her critical state.
“She needs to drink, Richie could you take her?” Jon stated flatly.
The moment they shifted her, she coughed weakly, her eyes fluttering open to look at Jon’s determined face.
Richie lifted her tiny frame and before he realized what was about to happen, her pitiful cry whipped his head towards Jon.
“NO! Please you are too weak, if you feed me now, you will die…” she closed her hand over Jon’s wrist, preventing him from slicing into it. Her body twitched violently. Time was running out.
“Jon…listen to her. If you feed her now, you will both die, and then all this was for nothing.”
Locking eyes with Chimala, he sneered at them.
“She will fucking die, she just saved my life.”
Richie closed his eyes for a moment, swallowed heavily and met Jon’s gaze, lifting his hand he twisted it around, exposing the pumping vein in his wrist.
“Do it.”
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