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Burkins Academy

Amma helped Fenton into the back of the car, instructing him to lie down, which he did. She opened the passenger side car door for Alice and then walked round and went and sat in the drivers side. She put the keys in the ignition and impatiently tapped the steering while. Fenton, in the back of the car, stared up at the car ceiling, his eyes sort of dull.
 
Alice hurriedly climbing into the car, sitting in the seat, not bothering with the seat belt. She glances over at Fenton who sat in front of her and sighs lightly.
 
Amma begins to drive, and she was a reckless driver. She drive fast, and as though someone was chasing them, so they were at the graveyard in no time. She parked up, the place was nearly empty, and got out of the car, before helping Fenton out. Once out, Fenton leant on the car while he waited for Amma to get the ingredients from the trunk.
 
Alice climbs out and stands beside Fenton. She looks at him, "How are you doing?" She asks lightly, before turning slightly to look at the grave yard. She hoped that no werewolves were to turn up.
 
Fenton nods his head slightly, "I suppose I'm doing alright. It'll be all over soon though, so I'll be doing even better then. And then I'll be unstoppable- I mean I'll be more energetic and stuff." He laughs a little bit and looks around. "Are you worried?" He asks.
 
Alice looks at him and then nods slightly, "Do you realise how easy it is for me to be killed around werewolves? What if Sam or Jessica show up, they won't care whether it's me or not. I'm still a vampire." She mumbles. She looks at him again, "Fenton, you won't be unstoppable. And saying that you sounded evil as fuck. You ain't being evil just because of the power the bond gives up. I won't let be consumed by it." She says quietly.
 
Fenton laughs a little. "That's not what I meant." He sighs slightly, "I meant that I'll be able to do things, other than just be this weak little shell." He smiles and looks down at the floor. "And as for the werewolves, Amma has-"


He was cut off by Amma walking over to them with a crossbow in one hand and a box of things under her arm. "I have this." She waves the crossbow around a little and gestures for them to follow her. "Let's go find a grave."
 
Alice nods lightly before sighing, "I don't want anyone to die. Sure I'm supposed to be enemies with the werewolves but no one dies." She murmurs lightly before following them slowly.
 
"No one will die. The last thing we need is to be kicked out of this town just like the others." Amma mumbles. She leads them thick into the graveyard and finds a random grave, an old one, and passed Alice a shovel from the box. "Start digging." She kneels down beside the grave and puts the box on the floor, then gestures for Fenton to come over. He sits beside her and looks in the box.
 
Alice nods and starts to dig quite quickly. This wasn't at all tiring for her and she began to speed up. She keeps glancing over at Fenton before focusing on the grave and digging quicker. It took a while but she finished she walks over to Fenton and Amma, remaining stood.
 
Amma and Fenton were busy mixing up cat lungs and the tongue, and when Alice came over Fenton gestured for her to kneel next to him. "I need your blood. Enough that it covers the tongue and the cat lungs." He produces a silver blade from the box.
 
Alice nods, she takes the silver blade and looks at her arm, she makes a large cut up her forearm and flinches, hissing slightly, "Quickly, I'll heal quickly." She says lightly, as the blood trickling off her arm, dripping now.
 
Fenton picks up the bowl of ingredients and puts it below her arm, letting her drip into it. Soon enough she had covered the ingredients and he nodded his head. "Alright, thanks." He puts the bowl back on the floor. "Caterpillars." He requests, and Amma throws in the white and wriggling caterpillars. Fenton looks down at the mixture. "I feel like a cannibal." He mumbles, then picks up the wolfsbane from the box.
 
Alice looks at her arm as it fully heals, she watches the rest of the ingredients get added and scrunches her nose, "Yeah, that all stinks, even to me." She says with a small smile.
 
"And you don't have to drink it." Fenton points out, then laughs slightly. Amma points to the grave. Sighing, Fenton stands shakily, and then climbs into the open grave and stands on top of the coffin. He sprinkles the wolfsbane on top of it.
 
Alice looks at Fenton and smiles weakly at him. She watches as she sprinkles the wolfsbane over the coffin. She looks at Amma, "Will he be okay?" She asks almost silently.
 
Amma shrugs her shoulders but nods her head at the same time. "He should be... When he gets to the other side, Hell, it'll be as though he has normal amounts of power. I just worry about the demon killing part." She sighs slightly and then hands the bowl down to Fenton.


Fenton takes the bowl, and kneels on the coffin. He bows his head and looks down at the liquid and body parts in the bowl. He clears his throat and remembers the thing he had to write down yesterday, to bless the bowl. The spell.


"Benedic hunc sanguinem, quia post me in vita adimplebis me et enutries me fortitudo et potentia, id est, vita et dirige me in tenebris non ex animo meo... Bleed illius, vinculum nostrum et societas nostra sit spiritus et animae in aequalia. Afferte mihi infirmitas mea, quae ad pacem."


Amma turns to Alice and quickly translates to her. "Bless this blood, for it shall take me to the after life and feed me power... It shall fill me with strength and life, and show me the way to darkness... Bleed not from my heart to hers, but bond our souls and share our spirit in equal measures. Bring peace to my weakness."
 
Alice nods, watching slowly, "As do i." She murmurs slowly before watching him chant. She nods again as Amma translates it, "Should we take him back to the house? Or does he have to stay here?" She asks.
 
"It's not even began properly yet." Amma mumbles, and then looks away from Fenton. Now was the disgusting bit.


Fenton shifted around uncomfortable, licking his lips and bracing himself. He was ready. And so he brought it up to his lips, and he drank. All the blood, and the caterpillars. The tongue. The cat lungs. By the end of it, blood was trickling down his skin and onto his clothes, and he let the bowl fall from his hands when he was done. It was empty. He gipped, and made noises like he was about to throw up, and fell so that he was laying on his stomach on the coffin, coughing and spluttering.


"Now it begins." Amma mumbles.
 
Alice looks at him in shock, "Is he in pain? He looks like he's being hurt. Damn, why'd I have drink his blood. I'm going to kill Alex!" She rambles, before looking at Amma. She brings her hand through her hair.
 
Amma looks away from him and at Alice instead. It was really paining her to let Fenton suffer like that. "You didn't know what you were doing, honestly it's not your fault. And as for Alex, by the end of this, you'll be lucky if Fenton leaves him alive enough for you to kill." She chuckles darkly.


Fenton began to breathe heavily, his eyes rolled up into the back of his skull, and his breathing slowed. His heart beat stopped, and his body went limp. His soul had made it to hell, and now he would have to kill a demon and find a way out. He looked almost dead in the mortal world.
 
Alice looks down at Fenton when her she hears his heart stop. She looks away and at Amma, "Oh, Alex can't die, that's being nice." She says amusedly. She looks away again, "He looks dead." She mutters.
 
Amma laughs a little at Alice's statement, then looks down at Fenton. "He's fine. He's in hell now, there's no telling how long it'll take. We could take him back now, though it'll take longer for his soul to find his body if we do. Removing it from the location and what not... But I know you want to get out of the open."
 
Alice nods lightly before shrugging, "If it's easier to keep him here, I'm fine with it. I just don't want to end up dead on the terms of a werewolf." She mutters before glancing at Fenton, "What if he doesn't make it?" She asks lowly.
 
"He will." Amma says, determined to make sure that her nephew made it. She couldn't let him be lost in hell forever. "I know a ritual that can bring him back, and I'm afraid if it came down to doing that, then I'd have to borrow your good friend Fenton." Amma sighs.
 

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