Post by Emelia Campbell on May 12, 2018 2:46:44 GMT
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Emelia always did the same thing every day. She’d wake up, feed her pets, take care of herself and practice a few spells to make sure wouldn’t ever get rusty. It took her centuries to master her spells and there were even more out there that she could learn. She wanted to hold all the knowledge she could on magic. Making her way out of the apartment above her shop she walked down a few flights of stairs before going and opening her shop to the public.
Since moving to Chicago, she had felt much safer and better. She double checked her protection spells to keep enemies out, specifically G.A.D.E.M. They didn’t need to know she existed here. She’d heard about their climb in power and taking out mutants. Although she thought herself human, over the centuries of taking souls and integrating magic she had definitely become something more than that.
The day had seemed to go in fast forward. Once she opened she was non-stop on the move helping customers, making snacks, brewing coffee, and selling her little potions. However, she felt she needed something different tonight. Her friends had convinced her to come with them for a night at the newest club. But she wondered what to wear.
It turned into an hour of deciding on something simple yet sexy for the younger generations. She’d show off her body and the tattoos she held on her arms. “Hm… maybe I should cut my hair. Medium caput conscidisti.” Her hair slowly started to fall away until the right length that she wanted. “Prohibere.” The hair stopped falling and fell in a nice long bob. She placed a gold necklace on next, using another spell she easily applied a nice look for makeup. Getting dressed in a black crop top, dark grey cargo pants, nike’s and a plaid shirt tied at her hips she believed herself good to go.
At the club she met with her friends. She was a little nervous but her excitement overruled it as they walked in to the bright lights and loud booming music. Letting the music overtake her senses she followed the girls to the dance floor to let out some tension.
After dancing for a while she went to the bar she ordered herself a drink and waited while the bartender winked and started. Leaning against the bar she watched as her friends continued dancing. She had to admit they were skilled where she just made a fool of herself. That’s when some guy walked up and tried sneaking a grab at her ass. “The hell do you think you’re doing!?”
“Oh come on sexy, it’s a compliment. Don’t act like you don’t like it.” Giving a sneer she rolled her eyes. “You know, if you were actually attractive I could forgive it, but since you’re ugly as an elephants ass you can give me an apology.” He only chuckled and tried again. This time she had to hold herself from saying something. “I’ll warn you one more time. Next time you’re getting slapped silly.”
The club was pretty grating. All it was was electronic noise gnashing at your senses. Ace rolled his eyes and leaned over the railing on the second story. The club was rather large. A grand stage, dancefloor. Lights blinding and blarring all over. It was like being inside a techno music video. If it wasn't for the $4 drinks he would have split by now. Ace sipped on his beer and scoped out the crowd. With a huff he dully looked over everyone. Sweaty bodies writhing together, grinding on strangers. He used to enjoy that. It had all become a little boring. Lady luck was on his speed dial. With a mere thought he could turn any horrible night inro a nice evening. While it was fun for awhile it usually got stale.
His gifts could easily be a curse. It didn't stop him from overdoing it from time to time. He had $40 million in his bank account, and that was just last week. His house was nicer than most congressmen. He had women falling all over him, but how much of it was real? His luck swayed on the emotion that resided within him. If he was in a good mood he generally had good luck. If he was in a bad mood his luck was terrible. He could go from on top of the world to riding the gutter in the blink of an eye. Sometimes he had to willfully remember to not fuck with fate. But how do you shut off feelings? He wasn't a robot. He was a hot tempered irishman with a passion for a nice scotch. It was a powderkeg. That had emotion written all over it. Not that he would ever consider himself 'emotional.'
Ace sighed again and downed the rest of his beer. He was pretty much bored and slightly depressed. He was probably the luckiest guy in this room and yet, he felt like crap. Money can't buy happiness. You hear that one a lot. Well, it's not true. Money can buy a lot of fucking happiness, but if you didn't work for it it's all kind of hollow. Ace turned around and headed down the stairs. The music pounded in his eardrums and made him rethink this whole club scene. It was a swanky place and all, but the music was arese. Moving past a beautiful blonde he smiled. She rolled her eyes at him and went back to her conversation. Yep. It's going to be one of those nights.
Ace was the type of guy to find himself tangled up in an empty meaningless night moans and groans. Who? Didn't really matter. As long as they were warm and comforting, and willing to put up with him. He wasn't a relationshipy type of guy. Mostly because Ace had no room to love anyone else in his life besides himself. On good days he was a bit of an egohound. He pushed his way through the crowd and made his way over to the bar. He was going to get one more drink before he stumbled off down the street. I wonder if they sell coffee. He thought as he pushed himself a space at the bar. "Hey fella! Ye got anything with a drip of strong stuff?" His irish accent flowed beautiful, even though he was four beers in. "We got whisky!" The bartender shouted back, not understanding his question. "Forget it!" He replied back. Ace had to literally shout to be heard over the music.
Rearching in his pocket he went to pay his tab. That's when he realized someone had lifted his wallet. "Mary mother of christ!" This got another eyeroll. The bartender stared at him. "You drinking or closing down the tab pal? I got other customers." Ace held up a finger. "I'll get back to you on that one." He said. The place was busy. He could slip through the crowd and just walk out. What was stopping him? With his luck he'd be stopped by the bouncer and giving a beating of holy hell. He clicked his tongue inside his mouth while he thought about how to approach this. He already knew that nothing he did was going to break his way tonight. Like he said before. Boring. Life is more fun when it's not predicatable.
That's when he noticed the long legged babe at the bar getting harrassed by some asshole. Americans. He thought shaking his head. There was a mild look of disinterest on his face, but he thought maybe a barfight would cheer him up. At least he would be punching some creep who deserved it. He was irish. He loved to fight. And if he helped a pretty lady in the process.. Well, that was just extra points. Ace slide over closer to Emilia. On her opposite side of her. Then he got an idea. He slid the empty beer bottle into her hand. "All they had was light beer babe. You ready to go home or what?" He said as if they had come here together. He looked at the looser asshole. "This guy bothering you?" Bold move. But maybe the guy would take the hint and backoff, and maybe she'd be so greatful she would pay his $20 bar tab. He thought about how great that would be if it had worked and a big rocky smile tempted to cross his face. He held his face firm as he stared the guy down and just waited to see how it all played out.
Post by Emelia Campbell on May 14, 2018 3:30:24 GMT
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This guy was getting on her last nerve as he tried to grab Emelia into him. Men never changed over years. All they cared for was themselves and what women could do to raise them up, boost their egos. And other more intimate things. She noticed her friends were still busy dancing away as she grew more irritated with the night. She should’ve just stayed home.
But she was surprised to find a little spark of hope in the male kind as someone came up to her other side. The bottle he handed her was empty, but it was a good idea. She turned and gave him a devilish smile before a playful pout played on her lips. “Awe, well with that bad news I definitely am.” She said, her tone was grateful as she kissed his cheek to add more to the ploy.
“This jackass has been trying to grab my ass all night.” The man seemed to get a bit insecure as he averted his eyes. “Sorry… I mistook you for someone else.” He said and backed away before going back to his group of friends to be laughed at. Giving a sigh of relief Emelia couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh my Lord, thank you so much.” She turned fully to him and her devilish smile turned almost angelic.
Her eyes danced with an intent of paying him back. They trailed over his features in the strobing colored lights. “And such a handsome man. I must be lucky tonight.” She giggled. “So, how can I help you out?” Emelia asked as the intent shifted to something a little more mischievous. Her hand laid on his forearm as she leaned closer to him. Her smile softened into a more sultry look.
There was always a price to pay for kindness, for magic, even for knowledge. Emelia knew that all too well. "Maybe we really can get out of here. Do something a little more fun." She winked.
The words came a shock to him. A broad smile crossed his face. That was no luck. That was all him. He felt that familiar swell in his ego. Ace ran a hand through his fluffy hair and his fingers combed through light locks. He didn't even know this woman's name and they were about to leave the club together. Honestly anything that got him out of here would have been acceptable. "I know a little pizza place not far from here. Maybe we drop in for a wee slice and you can think of how you're going to pay me back a little more." He tossed her a wink the cocky bastard. "But first..."
Ace grabbed her by the shoulders and gently pushed her off her stool. "Woah ye okay love? You don't look so good. I need to get you home." Ace looked around. The bartender looked over curious. Then some hot little number beckoned his attention and suddenly he didn't have time for the irishman who was only sort of making a scene. Ace acted as if Emilia was drunk and needed to be escorted out of the club for safety. It was rotten sure, but it was only a $20 bar tab. Not like it was the end of the world. Ace had run up bar tabs all over the state. There wasn't a place in town that would let him drink on credit anymore. And yet he had $40 million. That was before the money, back when he was suffering a particularly bad run of luck.
Stepping outside into the cool night air was refreshing. Ace watched the city traffic flow down the streets. Even this late at night the city never really slept. Though he didn't mind sharing a cab with a beautiful stranger he decided a walk wasn't out of the question. It was only a few blocks away after all. Besides what could happen? "Thanks for that. Someone nicked me wallet. Buy me a slice and we'll call it even." He suggested. He had no idea who he was stepping out with. That this young beauty wasn't young at all. She was centuries old and used curses and spells to keep herself so fit. Not that he'd blame her. Ace wasn't a saint. He was damn near a criminal. He was the type who lied and stole and got in with the sharks.
Ace had a bookie and on the best of days they were best friends. On the worst of days Ace had to hide from him. Ace Milo had a laundry list of careers. He was a smooth talking con man. He was a professional gambler. He was a leg breaker for a loan shark... He hustled pool, picked pockets and auditioned for acting gigs. He was all over the place. He was willing to try anything and the honest truth was... He never knew what he would be doing from one day to the next. Two weeks ago he was sleeping under a bridge without a pot to piss in. Now he had a million dollar home and couldn't afford a $20 bar tab. Life was fucking strange.
As they walked Ace realized he hadn't introduced himself. Usually at this point in the evening was wear Ace was casually giving some random girl a fake name that he would play with for the night. Not tonight however. Something about her was magnetic. Something about her drew him in and he found himself telling the truth. "Name's Ace. Ace Milo." He would have given her a business card but they were in his stolen wallet. He had a handful of cards. One that said professional painter, psychic, french ambassedor, and even one that said health inspector. Long story. Ace was smiling as they walked under the stars. The cool night are brisking a chill coming out of their lungs. As they spoke their breath was visible on the still perfect air. She really does have pretty eyes. He thought smiling.
Post by Emelia Campbell on May 16, 2018 0:50:50 GMT
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Emelia beamed at the irish accent and the flirty banter. This man interested her, but like all interesting things they weren’t going to stay that way forever. Feeling hands on her shoulders her balance shifted and she stumbled a bit. She was a bit surprised, but also curious why he needed to make that little scene. Watching from the corner of her eye she noticed the bartender turn, but look away and they were out before anyone noticed.
She shivered as the cool air graced her exposed abdomen and arms. It felt nice to not be surrounded by writhing sweaty bodies. Walking next to Ace she peered up at the night sky. The stars twinkled softly as she listened to his story. “Damn, that’s a bummer. But a slice of pizza? That really all you want as a reward?” Her perfectly plucked eyebrow rose in curiosity.
This man surprised her more and more. ‘Ace Milo… fitting.’ She thought. In a game of chance the Ace was always either high or low. No inbetween. She hadn’t really thought of a different variation of her name yet, but she figured going with the truth couldn’t hurt. “Emelia Campbell. It’s quite a pleasure meeting you Ace.” She said with a playful wink. Another shiver went up her spine as their breath could be seen.
Pulling her plaid shirt from her waist she tried to use it for warmth. It didn’t work so well seeing how thin it was. She didn’t know how he’d take it, and considering he would hear a strange language from her mouth it would be nigh impossible to truly explain.
Ace never heard the weird mumbling in some ancient dead language. Ace walked quietly beside here. The warmth of his mutation coursing through his body. He always knew when the winds of change were about to start blowing. It wasn't so much as something he felt as it was something he sensed. It was hard to explain. But he could just feel his luck changing just as easily as he could feel if his pants got wet. Ace often wondered what his life would have turned out like if he didn't have this unique gift.
His ability wasn't perscise. He couldn't choose what was affected by his luck or how... Only that his luck WOULD be affected. He had the same amount of chance at winning the power ball as he did finding $5 on the street. He instilled himself with good luck by thinking of a good memory, for Ace it was always the thought of the first time he rode a motorcycle.
The wind in his hair, the pure freedom. The thrill, the sickness, the absolute wrongness of the moment. You could say he got off on doing the wrong thing, but you would be under exaggerating. Ace was a serial bad decision maker. He not only made bad choices, but he purposefully thought about the right choice and did the opposite. It made life more fun that way.
Ace had to be careful with the amount of luck he gave himself. The scales were very choosy which way they swung. Swing the pendulum in your favor too often and it came crashing back to you and you would feel it in the morning. Ace had his runs of bad luck too. The scary part was he could never see the bad luck coming. He did not sense it. There was no advanced warning, no pins and needles setting him on edge and telling him to be paranoid. He could step off the curb and get hit by a bus or taken out by a falling piano and it would come out of fucking nowhere.
You could call it the luck of the Irish. Ace would just call it crap. He was a mutant, with a weird obscure ability. At least he was handsome right? It wasn't long before they found their way to the pizza shop. It was a quiet little slice of Chicago living tucked away neatly in a quiet little corner. He had never been to this place before, though he figured he must've passed it a thousand times.
"Welcome to Dominico's Pizza!" Some overly chipper guy behind the counter said. Ace winced. His perky attitude was grating on his nerves. It had been a pretty lousy night up until the point where he met the bombshell. Still, his luck seemed to be turning around. He wasn't about to get cocky and say that he was definatly getting lucky tonight, but he liked to think it could happen. Ace came in quietly and wondered why the guy behind the counter was staring at them nonstop. He had this huge shit eating grin on his face while they read the menu.
"Yeah, let me get a peporroni and...." The guy couldn't take the suspense anymore. He burst like a god damn water balloon. "YOU'RE OUR ONE MILLIONTH CUSTOMER!" When the guy started shouting Ace went into instant defense mode. He crouched low and threw up his hands in karate chop poses. He was ready to judy someone across the neck, but he eased up when the balloon's and streamers came out. "WHAT..... IS HAPPENING?" He said nervously out of the side of his mouth. He cut a glance at Emilia, but he refused to take his eyes off the over excited pizza boy.
He didn't want him hoping over the counter and chopping his face with a pizza cutter. This was Chicago after all, people here were crazy as fuck. Have you ever met a Cubs fan? They thought a goat cursed their baseball team to never win a world series. "You get a year of free pies! CONGRADULATIONS." Ace smiled unconvincingly. That was his big lucky break? He rolled his eyes at the sheer audacity of lady luck. What about my freaking wallet!?!?!? He wondered. He didn't even really like pizza all that much. Ace smiled a big toothy smile at the guy behind the counter. "We'll have a couple of pizzas can you bring them to the back booth? Thanks." He said ushering over Emilia to the booth. He seemed frazzled. He honestly was trying to hold in a sigh of relief. He was getting lucky tonight after all. At least he had that going for him.
Looking at Emilia he realized he was acting weird. It was hard for him to tell sometimes. "Sorry darlin, ye know sometimes I forget this is America and not Ireland. Different customs over there and all." He said. Nice safe. He thought. He flashed her those cute adorable Irish eyes. The ones that had bedded many a lass in his day. He was on a date it seemed. The pizza place was oddly intimate. The lighting was low and the both was covered in soft velvet. Holy shit! He thought, wait...Am i really getting lucky tonight? Suddenly he was smiling. Leaning on the table he laid on the charm. "So tell me about yourself Emilia." He said totally interested in what she had to say.
Post by Emelia Campbell on May 31, 2018 15:48:43 GMT
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The walk was nice and quiet, not awkward as most would probably see it being. Emelia didn’t mind the quiet as she thought about this man’s accent. Was it Irish, or was it Scottish? The two could sound so similar sometimes. But she was happy to have run into this man. It was more interesting than anything since she moved her shop here to the city.
Making it into domino’s the clerk gave her a bit of the creeps with that smile, but she didn’t let it show. Although the disinterest in his tone was obvious with the eye roll. If people could get more annoying then she’d have to do something for the headache it would form. Over the centuries you’d think some people would actually grow brains instead of lose them and look like a fool.
She rubbed her arms to make them warmer, she hadn’t noticed that she was visibly shaking until the young man had yelled out about some kind of number and being that number customer. But she looked to Ace as he jumped and put his hands up. A grin started taking up her face as she lost the battle to laughter bubbling in her chest. He just looked so startled and unsure and it was hilarious. “You looking ridiculous. That’s what’s happening.” She said between fits of laughter.
Knocking a streamer from her shoulder he popped a balloon with her manicured nails. ‘Fucking stupid waste of plastic…’ She thought as it fell to the ground. However, the frazzled look on his face made her calm a bit. He wasn’t used to this it seemed. Maybe it was annoyance.
She found herself following him to a booth after ordering some pizza’s. The look of the place was odd, but it made her a little more comfortable as Ace explained why he was so startled. “Ah, so two fish out of water.” She joked some. It wasn’t entirely a lie, but it wasn’t entirely the truth either.
Taking a seat she sat like a lady, her fingers laced together in her lap as her ankles crossed under the seat of the booth. Her lips curled in a smile back to Ace as she corrected her posture for the modern world. It was still strange how people just slouched. It was terrible for them to do it, and yet they still insisted it felt comfortable. When he asked her to talk about herself she wasn’t at all surprised.
She knew she looked good, something mysterious that men wanted but couldn’t ever handle. It was a shame, but she prefered it that way. No one got hurt in the end. But those dark eyes meeting her own did have her heart fluttering some. She hadn’t had a partner of any kind in what felt like a full century. Leaning on the table she rested her chin in her hand. “Not much to tell. I’m just an owner of a simple bookstore. Selling pastries, and other goodies. Just a small girl from Salem, Massachusetts.”
Her voice lowered some as she made lazy circles on the velvet table cloth. “It’s tough being the new girl though. I don’t really know anyone, especially to help warm me up.” Now that was an utter lie. Everyone loved being at her store since she opened. It’s how she wanted it with the little charm spell placed over it. The only part truthful was about the keeping warm when her bed was so cold and lonely. “What about you Ace? Anything exciting come of moving to the States? Besides tonight that is.” She giggled.
Ace thought about it. He could tell her a great many things. That he was rich. He owned three Lambos, he could tell her that his bits were made of put gold and sat at the end of a rainbow. Ace honestly thought it didn't matter what he told her. He could read it in her face that this moment was interesting. See for Ace all women were the same. They were very easy to figure out. They wanted danger. They wanted mystery.
Women absolutely despised feeling like they were in a rut. In this case, unannounced to him it was a centuries old rut, but still a rut is a rut is a rut. Ace knew that woman craved excitement. Something to make them feel special, like they lead a life that no one else has. Again, for Emilia that was a big old chcekerooni. Ace could see the distracted circles being made in the table clothe. He could see the stiff rigid posture of a woman who just didn't quite no what to do with her body. In Ace's mind it was because she was trying to physically fend off sexual urges.
Like she said no one sits with good posture anymore. It was such an anomaly that Ace actually saw it as a symptom of sexual frustration rather than what it was simply good posture. Licking his lips he dared to slide a little closer. He could read between the lines. He knew all this talk of needing to be warmed up was leading to a grand finale. Ace wasn't worried about food. He was hungry for something else now.
His mind was buzzing with exciting possibilities and it didn't matter that he didn't know much about her. His mind had already skipped over the part where she couldn't tell him much about her. She was keeping secrets, but it wasn't like he noticed. Ace was into this for other reasons. Not just a random hook up, but he was also testing a theory to see if his luck really had changed. If it had he could breathe easy for a little while.
"Wanna....I don't know? Get out of here?" He asked casually. "My place isn't too far." Ace didn't know if he was going to get lucky or not, but chances were she was just sizing him up as a victim of a blood sacrafice. Ace wasn't stupid, but he could be a little dense sometime. He laid on the charm so smooth and heavy all the while he didn't realize the woman might have ulterior motives.
Post by Emelia Campbell on Jun 10, 2018 7:31:10 GMT
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Emelia wasn’t surprised when Ace asked if she wanted to head back to his place. She knew he’d be enthralled with the mystery of the pretty woman who couldn’t find a suitable man. In all honesty she really could’ve found just about anyone, but she needed to scout out for possible sacrifices. However, tonight was just supposed to be for fun. If he kept in her good graces she’d definitely leave him as just that. If he pissed her off, it would be a different story.
She watched him as he licked his lips in anticipation and smiled coyly. “Oh, back to your place?” She asked innocently. She’d toy with him for a little bit. Play the hard to get game. But the more she looked into his eyes, the more she was drawn. In some ways it scared her to feel this needy for someone, anyone. ‘It’s just because you need to relax.’ She thought and leaned in close.
Her head nuzzled in the space between his neck and shoulder as her lips lightly grazed against the skin. Pulling away she gave another innocent smile and batted her long eyelashes. “Sounds like it could be fun. Why don’t you show me the way Ace?” She asked.
Ace was all about it. He was ready to be devoured by her. A hungry ravenous woman with a taste for something naughty. He winked at her and he could feel his luck changing. What he didn't realize is it had already changed for the worst. She was going to kill him. He was to become her next ritual sacrifice. As if to make her job even easier he even changed his mind and suggested they go back to her place.
Where all her potions and powders and brews stood ready for her approval. "On second though deary, how's about we go back to your place. My place is a triffled fluttered and ye don't want to be stepping over me junk just to get to the bedroom." He made up some flimsy excuse. He didn't want her to see his fancy house. Not that he was ashamed of it but the fact was she could easily take advantage of him.
The last thing he needed was a one night stand showing up on his doorsteb spouting that she was pregnant. And knowing his luck it would happen just that way. Ace smile. "You lead the way..." He countered hailing a cab and opening the door for the lovely young lady. He didn't realize he was going to follow her back to his doom. Ace slipped inside the cab and dropped a $50 bill into the front seat. "Take the little lady wherever she wants to go." Ace said with a cocky smirk
Post by Emelia Campbell on Jun 18, 2018 14:21:30 GMT
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A little smirk showed on Emelia’s lips as she heard the flimsy excuse from his lips. He was either hiding something, or he didn’t even have a place at all. Or it was just that run down he didn’t really want her seeing it. Either way it pulled the little annoyance in her mind and she looked up to the sky. The moon was full, a beautiful blue hue taking up the once pure white. ‘Convenient.’ She thought. “Sure, we can go to my place.”
Once in the taxi she gave the driver her address and off they were. She wasn’t very fond of the nickname either so that tweaked another pet peeve. She may have been petite, but she had strength in her abilities. Making the drive back to her bookstore she saw the confusion on Ace’s face. “I live where I work. Call me a bit of a control freak.” She joked, but that was just about right. If she didn’t have control, she didn’t know what to do with herself.
Getting out of the cab she unlocked the door to her shop and welcomed Ace inside. Looking up through the windows she could see the blue of the moon becoming brighter and it was just about time. “Follow me.” She said with a playful wink, and walking down a flight of stairs. “Cubiculum.” She said with a wave of her hand the altar turned into a high bed as everything else reflected what her bedroom from above looked.
Getting Ace onto the bed was easy as she told him to lay down. As soon as he did she let the spell drop, “Conpedibus.” Shackles appeared on his wrists and ankles, holding him down. She could hear the panic in his voice as tried to get her to let him go. He struggled with valiant effort, but it was useless. The shackles would only get tighter and tighter as he fought against them.
Moving to the cabinet she picked up the knife set on display there. It’s blade was curved, intricate details engraved from her own times on the hilt. This is when she started to feel numb. Yet again, she’d be taking another life, because she was too much of a coward to let her own life end. Because she wanted more from the world. And even if she wouldn’t admit it, she wanted to find someone who could love such a monster as her.
Moving to a small alcove in the back corner she pulled out her black dress and changed. She would mourn this man’s death just like any other. It was still a life she was taking and it needed to be mourned. She looked into the mirror her eyes dark as the night time sky, and her hair lengthened out again to the middle of her back. Walking back out she could feel the vibration of magic getting stronger and the compulsion came over her.
Standing at his side she didn’t care about his little whimpers that escaped, that he was cursing her out, begging for his life. She lifted the knife up cradled in both hands. “Et hoc est vita mea, in requiem meam dimittet eum in sacrificium suum pro pluribus ad hoc mundo fortitudinem meam vinculum.” She spoke as she brought the dagger down to his neck. Ace thrashed around until the sharp blade slid through his arteries and it was nothing but gurgling and blood splatter.
Leaning close to the opening she placed her lips over the slice and breathed in deeply. Pulling up as she breathed a white wisp of smoke followed. Ace watched as his own soul was dragged from his body. The light left those gorgeous eyes, and his body stopped moving as everything shut down. Emelia could feel the cool warmth of his soul, the power she could feel within it as his life added to her own years. “I’m sorry.” She said softly as tears fell from her eyes.
Emelia wasn’t a cold hearted killer. She hated having to do this, it made her feel like such a coward. But there was a deep seated addiction to this magic as if rejuvenated her body and soul. “Please… forgive me.” She hoped he could, as the room filled with a bright light, combining his years and hers together. Her body had an almost ethereal glow as the spell completed. Blood trickled to the floor as she looked at the knife, then to Ace. “Meteorízomai.” She spoke and his body levitated from the altar. From there she unshackled his body and pulled it to the the large cremation oven. Pulling out her potions of perfumes and herbs she sprinkled them into the roaring fires before laying his body in and closed the door.
Moving back she changed once again and headed up the stairs to her bedroom. There her cat welcomed her as did her raven and the nuzzled her feeling her discomfort. Picking up her Binx she pet his head as more tears spilt. No one would think twice about where he had disappeared to, just another missing person. An immigrant taken for who knows what, when she really knew what happened. A night of fun and mystery ended up being the night of misery.
(Ace has been killed)
This is what she said...I take this life as my own, let his soul rest amongst the many as his sacrifice strengthens my bond to this world.
