"Wh-What did you do?" Benjamin stammered, backing away from Ursula. His friends all seemed to be frozen in place--or stuck in time--as a result of Ursula's sorcery.
"I need to speak to you alone," she said, approaching him. "Elemental witches have natural extrasensory perception--clairvoyance, telepathy, precognition, etcetera--and my natural gift from Nature has led me to you."
"I-I don't understand--"
"I need to free an ancient sorcerer from a tomb. To do that, I need the blood of his descendant." Ursula pointed to him. "You know a descendant."
"Ancient sorcerer? I-I don't even know who you're talking about."
"My precognitive visions showed you bringing her to me. Right to the doorsteps of this very house."
"I-I don't know anything. It was . . . it was just a dream."
"You underestimate the natural abilities of elemental witches," Ursula said, her eyes glowing a bright emerald. "Our extrasensory abilities are absolute. You can provide me with exactly what I need to free Demetrius. And you will."
"Demetrius?"
"Are you aware that your friend, Natalie, birthed a child before she became a dead walker?"
Benjamin's jaw dropped.
"Wh-What?"
The witch nodded.
"Yes. And she didn't procreate with just any man, no. She laid with a descendant of the entombed sorcerer that I wish to free. The cornerstone of the spell that binds said sorcerer to this very day is his own blood--an essential element in the type of binding spell used. The only way to undo the spell today would be to gather blood from a descendant of his." Ursula narrowed her eyes. "You know a descendant . . . don't you?"
A million thoughts went through Benjamin's head. None of them good.
Ursula grinned.
"You're well-aware that lying to me would be futile, yes?" she said, the emerald glow in her eyes fading. "Or would you rather I use magic to make you do my bidding, Benjamin?" I will if I have to."
Benjamin hesitated.
"N-No. You don't have to."
"Bring me what I need."
"H-How am I supposed to get her blood?"
Ursula eyes lit up.
"Her blood? The undead wouldn't find acquiring human blood so difficult. . . . Unless, of course, feelings are involved--"
"It's not that, it's just . . ."
Ursula smiled.
"Bring her to me. I can get what I need, heal her, and make her forget the whole ordeal."
Benjamin deeply inhaled and exhaled slowly. After several silent seconds, he said "Is it possible . . . to . . . restore the undead?"
The question seemed to not only have surprised Ursula, but slightly amuse her.
"As in . . . cure the undead?" she asked.
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Rot & Romance (Rewriting)
RomanceBenjamin Crawford is dead. Or, rather, he is undead. Born from an ancient dark witchcraft that turns humans into immortal beings known as dead walkers, he lives in hiding in the small town of Sancova, Oregon, trying to fight the darkest element of b...
