Fantasy Descendants of the Curse

[Valjean24601]

((Yup!))

Gaston grabbed Mary around her waist, pulling her off of the near dead bodies of her siblings. He held her tightly to his hip which allowed the other witches room to put them on the wooden stretchers and carry them back toward the coven.
"Mary let them do their work, you are too upset to heal them successfully."

 

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"No I can help them! I'm fine!" Mary croaked her hands were trembling as she watched her siblings be carried away. "Please let me go, Gaston I need to save them!" She whimpered fighting against her husband's hold. Her lip trembled as she sobbed, this was not how she wanted to see her siblings again, she didn't want to loose them like she lost so many others. "Please Gaston, I couldn't save Jamison, or you mother, but...but I can save them! I need to..." She looked up at him with more emotion in that one moment then she had in years. "Please..."

 

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He held her tightly to him and drew her away from the rest of the coven members, away from Phiona.
"Mary, hush. You are far too upset to make any good out of this. My mother didn't heal her own family and neither will you, you are trembling and sobbing. Magic takes a steady hand and you are far from steady now Mary."
He continued to hold her as he lead her back towards the mansion, guiding her gently as he went.
"You will oversee the proceedings of their healing I just don't think it best that you involve yourself in any other way."

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

Mary steadied her breathing trying to calm down. "But...but we have no one. With Belladonna gone I am the only one who can help." Her voice was still tremoring but it was better.

Phiona watched from the threshold as Gaston gripped his panicking wife close, knowing she would have reacted the same to seeing her siblings practically dead before her. Other witches who were natural born healers but didn't practice it set to trying to help the two wounded witches and she simply watched, amazed to see how he was able to slowly calm his wife. Even though he claimed their marriage was over she could tell he still cared for Mary simply by his not leaving her there or let her try to heal them with her being so distraught possibly doing more harm than good.

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

The fire had died out and the room was cold when Donahue woke up, stretching his stiff body he peered over at the bed where Sabella was still sound asleep, his head hurt a bit but not as bad as it did the night of the feast. Slowly he stood up and sleepily started getting changed and gathering their things.

 

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Gaston looked once over his shoulder at Phiona, his lips set in a straight, grim line. He had hoped to tell her more, to know what she had wanted to tell him, but in the current state of things he assumed that he would have to wait- again for them to speak.

Hours past, Gaston stood against the wall as Mary and the other healers hovered about the two witches lying on the infirmary beds. Mary seemed to have calmed herself considerably although Gaston still made it his priority to make sure she was still well enough to oversee the healing.
Jacques had gone to find Elizabeth but had not returned yet. He worried for his wife and son and daughter yet his mind continuously strayed to Phiona, Phiona, Phiona.
What had she wanted to say? Would she have said more?

 

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A pounding shook the door of the inn room, shouting rising up from behind the door into the hallway causing Sabella to wake with a start.
"What the hell-"
Sabella's groggy murmer was interrupted by the door being booted off its hinges and three men thundering into the room. The shewolf stumbled backwards off the bed, catching herself with her hands as she fell.

"Where is it, you slimy curr? My winnin's from last nigh' huh? Where's it at?"
A man, brutish and filthy grabbed Donahue from the collar of his shirt and shoved him up against the wall.
The other man, smaller than the first but larger than the last, grabbed Sabella by her hair and dragged her around the room, slamming her against the wall right next to Donahue. Sabella clutched desperately to her blankets as the man squeezed her shoulders tightly.
"You hidin' em up here with your bitch?" Again he hit Sabella against the wall,"huh? Where they at?"
Sabella's reply was spitting promptly in the man's face.

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

Donahue had to jump out of the way of the kicked in door just in time and as he saw what the men were doing to Sabella the hairs on the back of his neck prickled up. "You got your fucking winnings last night now get the hell out!" He yelled back at them. "Put her down you daft fuck." He growled at the man pinning Sabella against the wall. He had to fight his instinct to let his wolf take over and slaughter these men in cold blood but they had to keep their cover. "I said let her go!" He commanded and when the man refused he grabbed the privacy screen and threw it at the other men to distract them as he lunged for the other man tackling him while grabbing his gun at the same time. His nails growing into claws that pierced the skin of the man's neck while he pointed the gun at the other two, unknown to him his eyes were glowing green as he glared at the other men. "We have nothing now get the fuck out!" He barked his teeth also now long canines, so much for keeping their cover.

 

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Sabella grunted as she was shoved back against the wall again, this time her vision spotted and she fought against the sharp pain at the base of her skull. She landed with a thud on the floor, winded and gasping but all the same managed to scramble across the floor and grab the revolver Donahue had wrestled from the first brute and had clattered to the floor.
She had never used a gun of any kind before but she fit it between her fingers how she assumed it would work. She waved it at the men just as Donahue did, her legs trembling but becoming steadier below her.
"We have nothing," she snarled, raising the corner of lip, showing a pointed canine.

 

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Phiona had gone with Jacques to find Elizabeth. The young woman no longer lived with her family nor in the coven but instead in the apartment level of a pub she worked at. She was not magical so she lived like the normal humans the only thing different from them to her was her strange hair color. Phiona walked with Jacques holding him around the shoulders to comfort him as he too seemed shaken from seeing his aunt and uncle in the shape they were in especially since it was the first time he saw the two in all his life. "How are you holding up?" She asked as the pub owner let them walk upstairs to where Elizabeth lived.

Mary paced around the room she had help to all she could, but she was worried about Lottie, when she was in critical condition whatever would touch her skin became charred and crumbled into an ash heap. It worried her because it was the same thing she had seen happen to her mother and she remembered when Lottie was little their mother Elizabeth attacking Lottie, though she didn't die she was never the same. Starring at the small blonde she wondered if their mother's possession had tainted her magic so long ago and that was why she was like this now. Fredric seemed to be better now but everyone was staring at his strange wounds, he had deep cuts, gashes and chunks of hair missing, along with two toes and all of his fingure and toe nails had been ripped off. "What happened to you?" Mary asked regretting ever leaving her siblings to fend for themselves, she knew they weren't ready yet she went to live with her husband any way.

 

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"Bloody hell..." The two other men muttered not scared of the gun but instead of Donahue and Sabella themselves. These were no normal humans no human could move that fast or was strong enough pin down a man so effortlessly. "Demons!" The shorter man exclaimed and they both ran out of there forgetting their winnings in a heart beat. Still growling Donahue looked down at the thrid man wondering why he wasn't moving. "Fuck..." He muttered seeing a massive pool of blood around the man, Don had nicked an artery and the man bled out while the others were fighting.

 

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"I'm fine Phi. Really I am. I'm not so sure about my mother and father, but I'm alright."
Jacques reassured Phiona, her hands on his shoulders always immensely comforting and warm.
"I'd just like to see how Elizabeth is- is uh after Grandmother's funeral."
Jacques swallowed and rubbed his palms together nervously before lifting his left fist to knock on the door.

 

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Sabella grabbed her still damp trousers from the floor of the inn room and tugged them on quickly then she tossed off the quilt entirely and pulled on her blouse as quickly as she could.
"We need to get out of here now, Donahue. They'll be back with more guns and more people in no time."
She grabbed the small satchel of the rings and necklaces from the night before and tied the drawstring of the pouch around her neck, however very clumsily. She trembled still, the back of her head aching and pounding.

 

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"Of course." Phiona said with a nod dropping her arms from his shoulders as she heard Elizabeth slowly walk to the door and opened it. "Who is- you..." Her voice went from polite andtimid to hostile and cold in the drop of a hat. "What are you doing here." She asked using the same tone one would use when speaking to the man who killed her grandmother, oh wait.

 

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"Right." Donahue replied quickly getting up and going over to the basin Sabella had taken a bath in and washed the blood off him then grabbed the rest of his things and his boots. "Sabella?" He paused seeing blood dripping from her head. "Are you alright?" He asked taking a second to properly secure the sacked around her neck and check out her injuries.

 

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Jacques looked taken aback and took a step away from Elizabeth nearly colliding with Phiona.
"Elizabeth? I-I came to see if you were okay, you were so upset at Grandmother's funeral and I just wanted to know if you were alright. Papa and Mamma wanted to know as well and there's something they would like to tell you themselves."
Jacques rambled and swallowed as he uttered all that he was sent to say by his parents.

 

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"We don't have time right now Donahue, not to see if I'm alright. We go now. We have to."
She swatted his hands away and then grabbed her satchel from the floor hurrying towards the door and then turned down the hall only to be greeted by the near thundering sound of footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Shit, shit, shit-"
Sabella turned and ran back to the end of the hall, gripping the bottom of the window pane and shoving it upwards.
"Donahue, let's go!"
And with that the slender she wolf crawled out the the window and leapt two stories without a second thought.

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

"Of course I was upset, it was a bloody funeral! Crying is what normal people do!" She said angerily both at him and Phiona for following him and their parents for being the cold unfeeling mongrels they were. "If they have something to tell me they can come here and tell me." She spat and slammed the door on him. "And stop calling them Papa and Mama for fuck's sake, you're not a baby anymore!"

 

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Frowning Donahue nodded looking back at the literal mob of people he noticed one of them was a priest and couldn't help but laugh. "Coming!" He called about to jump after her only to see a large crowd of people gathering down there not allowing for a good place to land so instead he climbed out the window and up. Using his claws and the siding for footholds he climbed up to the roof and hastily jumped to the building roof next to it and down from there quickly meeting up with Sabella and booking it out of there as fast as their human form could carry them all the while looking back to see if they were being followed.

 

[Valjean24601]

"Elizabeth! Wait! I-it's important! Mamma and Pa- M-mother and Father really do need to see you! It's important, it truly is!"
Jacques sighed in defeat and slumped his shoulders forward. He couldn't do anything right. It just wasn't possible for him to do things well or correctly.
"Phi, we better go."

 

[Valjean24601]

The world seemed to tilt beneath and gravity just simply wasn't present as the two of them raced through the underbrush and branches, ferns and grasses whipped at her legs and-
A branch seemed rise up out of nowhere and whip her ankles causing her to stumble and roll onto the earth with a loud grunt and a groan.

 

[EvelienLocalArtist]

(Does Jacques like Phiona platonically too or does he actually like her?)

"Don't be so hard on yourself, everyone is going through something right now. You gave her the message, that's all that matters." She said as they walked away leaving the pub and heading back to the coven. "Earlier what was it you wanted to talk to your father about? You mentioned school?" She asked the hoops of her skirt swaying more with every step and every now and then brushing against Jacques.

 

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"Sabella?!" He yelped watching her topple and fall, himself almost tripping as he halted suddenly and turned back around to go to her aid. "Are you hurt?" He asked breathlessly listening to their surroundings they no longer seemed to be getting followed so he relaxed a bit taking time to check her over.

 

[Valjean24601]

((He's got a huge school boy crush on her.))

Jacques nodded. Phiona was usually right about these kinds of things, she was right about almost everything.
"Yeah. I had wanted to talk to him about perhaps taking classes with the other students but he's very opposed to that idea as is mamma. They're worried about people getting hurt."
Jacques glanced down at her skirts as they brushed his calves, the soft fabric making the softest of brushing noises. He loved the gentle companionship that Phiona provided and he hoped he would have it always. She kept him anchored and more stable inside his own mind at the worst of times.
"What did Papa want to talk to you about?"

 

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"No." Sabella said breathlessly, grabbing at her throat to see if the bag was still there and it was, safe and secure around her neck. Her hand traveled further up to the back of her head, her fingers instantly coated with the hot and sticky, crimson liquid that was blood.
"I'm fine, I should be fine."