Thunder rumbled in the distance and the night itself seemed to grow darker as the breeze from the ocean whipped at her hair.
I am not repulsed, Faye thought to herself, watching the blood from the woman’s mouth trickle down her hand. It was hot, a grim reminder of the horrors she had endured. ‘Are you dead? ’Faye asked. ‘Yes, ’the woman replied, ’I am no longer in this world ’ ‘How do you want me to help you? ’Faye asked, pieces of charred flesh coming away with her hand, revealing the bony structure beneath. ‘Save my daughter, ’the woman said, ’save my beautiful daughter.’ ~ ~ ~ Sybil’s number was on speed dial and it took a while for her to answer the phone. Faye smiled indulgently as she waited, knowing her sister was probably knee deep in her wedding arrangements. She was marrying her high school sweetheart in two months time and she wanted every detail to be perfect. ‘Well, ’Faye said in mock anger, ’you certainly took your own sweet time.’ Sybil’s laugh on the other end was like music to her ears. In two short days she would be back in Kirkwood and she could start building a new life for herself and her child and she knew Sybil would dote on her baby, spoiling the poor thing rotten. Until she was ready to tell her though, the baby had to remain a secret. ‘I got your text, sis, ’Sybil said, ’Mark and I can’t wait to see you.’ ‘The feeling is mutual.’ Faye replied, ’I can’t believe I’m finally getting away from all this madness. It feels like I’ve been trapped and finally I’m free. I'm sorry it took so long, sis, and even more sorry I didn't listen to your advice when you told me to leave him.' ‘I’m just glad you came to your senses Faye. I was dreading getting a call in the middle of the night, from some stranger telling me you were dead. Where did it all go so wrong?’ Faye smiled wryly. ’Damned if I know Sybil. I guess its true what they say, love is really blind. I honestly believed if I gave him time to change and show him forgiveness, he would become a better man. I overlooked everything because I loved him and I wanted him to be better. I thought I could change him.’ ‘He was downright abusive and didn’t deserve any compassion from you. Leaving him is the right thing to do.’ Sybil added. ’Have you seen him again?’ ‘He came by earlier. He wanted to make sure I will cause no further embarrassment to him. If you ask me, his mother probably sent him.’ Sybil scoffed. ’Mama’s boy, ’she said. ’All I can say is you are better off without him. At least here in Kirkwood you won’t have any reminders of him.’ ‘Yes, ’Faye said pensively, rubbing her stomach, ’no reminders at all. ’ ………… The English Coast,1794 ‘Another witch?’ Mathilda asked. ’Who?’ Tobias made himself comfortable on the wooden stool in the corner, staring straight ahead and occasionally shaking his head. ‘I can hardly believe it, ’he said. ’Its Bess.’ Mathilda felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her. Bess was the local midwife and her friend. She gripped the edge of the table for support, trying to take in what Tobias just said. Bess, sweet Bess who delivered both their daughters. This night, she would burn as a witch. ‘It was terrible Mathilda, ’Tobias continued. ’She has been using potions to give to Elenor all these months. Today, Elenor began to bleed and the child came down. She said she had her suspicions all along. . . . Whenever Bess would give her the potion to drink, the devil’s disciple would appear in the form of a black cat. When Magnus went to Bess, the very creature was sitting in her lap.’ ‘Dear God, ’Mathilda said, ’Please be with us all. ’ She had no idea how long she stood there, all she could think of was Bess, who at this very moment was being tortured by Magnus and his followers. From what Tobias had told her, their methods were cruel and painful to try and evoke a confession. Torture and murder, in the name of God. ‘It is almost time for the burning, Mother, ’Mary suddenly said next to her. ’Will you join us, to show the devil the might of holy justice?’ Mathilda stared into the cold eyes of her elder daughter. Mary was enthralled by Magnus and his cause and her fervor was encouraged by her father. In her daughter’s eyes, Mathilda saw the light of madness. It pained her to admit that at times, Mary scared her. . . . She was so cold, so cruel and so removed from any emotion other than religious zeal. ‘No, Mary, ’Mathilda said. ’I will not watch Bess burn.’ Mary laughed. The sound was twisted and cruel. ‘You were friends with the witch, were you not, Mother? ’she asked. ’Do not proclaim the fact that you were familiar with Satan’s whore. Anything could happen. ’ ‘What do you mean, Mary? ’Mathilda asked, her blood chilling within. ‘Take it any way you want Mother, but be warned. . . . . no witch will be suffered to live.’‘What happened to your daughter? ’Faye asked. She looked down, wondering why the red hot embers were not burning her feet. The woman was no longer struggling against her bindings and she appeared unaffected by her falling flesh. She must have noticed Faye’s surprise. ‘I feel nothing anymore, ’she said, ignoring Faye’s question. ’My body is but a vessel now, so I may speak to you.’Faye felt a sense of deep sadness, the woman had burned and she was so accepting of her fate, that her only concern was for her daughter. ‘What is your name? ’Faye asked. ’Who are you and how can I help your little girl?’‘My name is Mathilda, ’the woman said. ’And only you can save my daughter. ’ It was raining as Faye boarded the bus which would carry her away from London and back home to Kirkwood. She only carried one small suitcase. All her other belongings would be sent by one of the maids in the Wilding household. She took her seat, with a measure of heartache but also hope, as
‘Excuse me?’Lost in thought while staring out the window as the rain came down in a gentle sheet, Faye had not heard what the woman next to her had said. She was older than Faye, pretty with beautiful grey eyes. ‘I asked if you’re also heading to Kirkwood, ’the woman said with a smile. ’I’m Deborah by the way, Deb for short.’She extended her hand and Faye did the same, returning her smile. ’Faye, and yes, that’s my destination.’‘Visiting? ’Deb asked. ’I heard its beautiful this time of year.’‘Actually, I’m moving back there, ’Faye replied. ’I spent some time in London and now I’m going back home.’‘Awesome, ’Deb said. ’Forgive me if I’m being forward. You just seemed so pensive ever since you got on the bus.’‘Just had a lot on my mind, ’Faye answered. ’Are you just going to visit Kirkwood?’‘Its business and pleasure, ’Deb said, shifting the heavy file on her lap. ’I’m doing research for an article I’m writing.’‘Really? ’Faye said. ’You’re a journalist? What coul
The English Coast,1794 ‘See, Father? See how she rebels against the teachings of God, sympathizing with the witch!’ Mary’s words were delivered in a biting, venomous tone and Mathilda could only stare at her elder daughter in shock as Tobias nodded his head in agreement. ‘You have gone mad Mathilda!' Tobias said through clenched teeth. ’If anyone were to hear of your blasphemy, they may construe you to be a witch yourself!’‘Let them! ’Mathilda bit back. ’Tobias, husband. . . . . this is not the will of God, but of a madman!’ ‘She has been tainted by her association with the witch, ’Mary interjected, ’we must pray for her, so her soul may escape damnation.’‘Be quiet girl! ’Mathilda said. ’You are still my daughter and you will be treated as such! Do not make me beat you into submission!’Mary rushed to Tobias’ side, finding safety in his arms. ‘Father, do not allow her to do this, ’she pleaded. ‘Never Mary, ’Tobias said, ’Never will she beat you. . . .
The English Coast,1794 ‘Tobias, I beg you, ’Mathilda implored, ’stay here with me and the children. . . . do not go to watch Bess burn.’ Anger flashed in his eyes at the mention of Bess and he pulled Mary closer to him as if trying to protect her from her own mother. ‘The sacred blood of Christ compels us to bear witness to the destruction of evil, ’he said hoarsely. ’I do not understand you Mathilda. I fear for you.’‘Do not fear for me, but for yourself and our daughter, ’Mathilda replied, close to tears. ’Mary has been seduced by Magnus and his teachings which are so very wrong.’‘Sacrilege and blasphemy! ’Mary spat. ’Father, I fear she has been tainted by evil, by Bess.’ ‘Mathilda, ’Tobias said, his tone firm and cold. ’Until such time as you repent, you are never to leave this house again. ’ . ….………‘You’re playing with me, right? ’Faye, said as the bus slowed down due to the rain coming down more intensely. Deb just to
The rain was coming down in torrents, forcing the bus to pull over to the side of the road. Faye was annoyed. It was such a tedious and long journey to Kirkwood and now they could be delayed by a few more hours. She consoled herself with the fact that the trip wasn’t a total loss, barring their unscheduled stop. She mulled over everything Deb had told her as the other woman took a nap. Faye toyed with the idea, the completely absurd idea, of sneaking the file out of Deb’s backpack, but she didn’t want to risk losing her trust if she were to suddenly wake up and find her going through her things. She was sure that file contained much more information about the witch hunts, information which could lead to an explanation for all the dreams and visions she had had for as long as she could remember. The only person who had ever shown sympathy and some understanding was Sybil and mostly because she was a fan of anything that hinted at the supernatural. She had once even tried to get Fa
The sun was shining through the remnants of the storm clouds, when Faye came down for breakfast, after spending her first night back in her childhood home.It gave her a sense of peace to some measure, being back in the place where she had spent the happiest days of her life. It surprised her that Sybil kept her room exactly as she had left it. It felt almost as if she had never packed up to move away in the first place. It was wonderful seeing Sybil and Mark again. They had never really gotten along with Nolan, so visits during her marriage had been few and far between. Most of the time they had kept in touch by phone and e-mail, so seeing each other was quite an experience. She still hadn’t summoned the courage to tell Sybil about the baby. She wasn’t ready to share that bit of info just yet. All that concerned her now was finding out as much as she could about the witch hunts and how that had any relevance to her dreams and visions, if any at all. Deb had booked into th
‘The doctors say its something called early onset dementia, ’Eli said softly. ’He forgets a lot and he doesn’t speak much anymore. Sometimes he cries and sometimes he just bursts into laughter and some days he doesn’t even remember me.’Faye and Deb passed a look between them and then focused their attention on the man sitting in the wheelchair in the garden at the back of the house. He had a newspaper on his lap, but all he did was stare into the distance. It seemed as if he didn’t even blink. Faye could hardly believe this was the same man who had shared so many dinners at their house while she was growing up. He had been so full of life. His dark hair was almost completely grey and the lines on his face made him seem years older than what he was. ‘I’m so sorry, Eli, ’Faye said. ’I had no idea. How long has he been like this? ’ ‘About a year now. Its gotten progressively worse, especially after my mother passed on.’‘Its tragic, ’Deb said. ’Does he remember muc
Faye hated to see his handsome face composed in such bitterness, as she wiped at her tears with the back of her hand. Eli showed no sympathy, just utter contempt for her and the way she had treated him. I deserve this, she thought to herself, all of it. In the seven years since she had left Kirkwood, she had not once contacted him, thinking it would be for the best if he could just forget her and move on with his life. Obviously her strategy had been dead wrong. He looked every bit as miserable as he probably had, when he had read her letter all those years ago. ‘Why was it so easy for you to forget me, Faye? ’he asked, ’when I spent days and nights thinking only of you?’‘I convinced myself you would be okay, ’she answered honestly, ’I thought in time you would forget me and find someone else. Did you? Find someone else? ’ Eli could barely look at her. He turned his face away, his mouth set in a thin line of anger and hurt. ‘I dated, ’he answered, ’it just wa
The English Coast, 1794The village square was shrouded in darkness, and all the excitement had passed, when Mathilda and Bess found Clarissa, close to the stake where her life had been taken. The smell of burning human flesh, still permeated the air, and some of the dogs from the village, were cautiously circling the still smoldering pyre.She was huddled close to her body, rocking back and forth, with tears streaming down her face. She had burned. Her mortal life was over and all that remained of it, was the heap of crisp flesh and bone, discarded where she died. Magnus had instructed the guards to leave her where she was, only to be removed in the morning. He wanted her remains to serve as a grim reminder to anyone who indulged in witchcraft, what the ultimate punishment would be.Clarissa looked up at Mathilda and Bess. It felt as if her heart was breaking inside her as she remembered the pain, as the flames lapped and feasted upon her. She could not forget how it felt, as the sm
The English Coast, 1794The day Clarissa died …‘I imagined you would show more fear in my presence, but it appears you are much stronger than what I originally anticipated. The other witches have taught you well.’Clarissa spat at Magnus, through the iron bars of her cell. A laugh of victory escaped her, as she watched him tend to Mary, who was still a trembling wreck on the floor, after she enacted the curse upon him.She felt no fear whatsoever. If anything, she pitied them both. He thought he would feast on witches for all eternity, but the ancient curse she cast upon him, with the help of all her sister and brother witches who died at his claw, would ensure that in one of her future lives, she would destroy him for good.‘How pathetic you are,’ she proudly retorted. ‘The light of my kind, all but turned you and your devil wench, into rats, scurrying at dawn. Tell me demon, do you expect me to cower?’Magnus growled savagely, reaching for her through the bars, but she was too quic
The storm that erupted a few hours later, was strong enough to knock out the power again. This time, it lasted longer than during the night and just added to the tensions in the Bennet home.After August’s earlier display, everyone was on edge and completely focused on security around the house. The dog refused to go out again and made himself comfortable next to Whisper, on the couch by the window in the living room, while the rain came down unabated. Night would fall soon and with the power out, one question remained unanswered amongst them. Would the darkness give Magnus and Mary the incentive they needed, to attack?Eli and Mark checked the doors and windows at regular intervals, and none of them were without their stun gun. It had a clip, and easily hooked onto the belt loops of their denims. Having it with her, helped Sybil , in particular, to feel a bit more relaxed. ‘If they come, we fight,’ Eli said, as they gathered in the kitchen for sandwiches and ice tea. ‘We don’t back
Whisper positioned herself comfortably, in the centre of the kitchen counter, as her spellbound audience of four, circled her with curiosity and a good measure of trepidation, amongst three of them.‘The cat you’ve been feeding…talks?’Faye couldn’t help but be amused at Eli’s incredulous tone. Granted, it wasn’t the easiest thing she ever had to tell him. After her conversation with Whisper, she’d left the garage in a state of pure wonder and shock, as what happened, finally had a moment to settle in her mind .‘Yes,’ Faye answered. ‘She talks and she’s a magical creature, known as a familiar. She guides and protects witches. She has lived for thousands of years, moving all over the world, to fulfill her duty in the grand design. She was there, in 1794, living with Mathilda's coven.'Eli and Mark, who’s jaw was practically on the floor, glanced at each other, both unable to believe what they were hearing.'And here I thought our news of getting the stun guns was huge,' Mark drily not
The English Coast, 1794Clarissa hurried inside her cottage, as the excited jeers from the crowd, watching Bess burn, reached her ears. She closed the door behind her, latching it shut and sank down to the floor, allowing her tears to run free. It felt as if her heart was being crushed within her. Slowly, piece by piece. Another sister had been lost.Bess had burned. Magnus had wilfully taken her life and there were people in their village, who supported him and cheered him on, as he lit the kindling, to take her life.What sway did he have? How did he manipulate the weak and desperate, to the point where they could watch their friends and family die at his hand? All while cheering him on and believing he was doing God’s work.She had not the strength to get up and crawled to her little bed. She pulled the blanket up to her chin as the heartbreak inside her, threatened to consume her very being. How many more had to die in the flames before they found a way to stop this demon? Every t
There was a chill in the air, as Eli and Mark made their way across the parking lot, to Eli’s pick up. They’d gotten a few supplies. Mostly food for themselves, August, and Whisper, as well as the most important items they had come for, stun guns.Being able to protect themselves was high on their list of priorities. They still didn’t know when the next attack would come, and when it did, they wanted to be ready. Luckily, the house was relatively safe, so that was one less thing to worry about.‘You okay?’ Mark asked. ‘You’ve been a bit quiet since we left the house.’Eli inhaled deeply, savoring the cold air before answering.‘I’ve just had a lot on my mind. Losing my dad, reconnecting with Faye and now this whole business with Magnus and Mary. It’s just making me question a lot of things.’‘Are you worried about Faye? I think she can handle it, and we’re all with her in this.’Eli smiled, but it did not reach his eyes. Truth be told, the last while he felt as if Faye were slipping a
The following morning, the rain somewhat subsided, but the threat of more, was evident in the dark clouds forming on the horizon. Eli and Mark were heading into town, but first, they made sure the house was completely secure. They double checked all the doors and windows, leaving strict instructions for Faye and Sybil, to not leave the safety of the house and to always stay together.The previous night, Eli had fetched August as well, but for some reason, he refused to go inside. He stayed on the porch the entire night, and occasionally growled at something, none of them could see. This obviously just made all of them feel more on edge. Animals were in tune with the supernatural, so clearly August was aware of something they were not. The only time he calmed down, was when Eli gave him some food and water and left a blanket for him, under the swing seat.‘Please, don’t open the doors for anyone, even if they sound like they’re dying out there. I doubt August will let anyone through th
They’d found an abandoned old cabin in the woods, falling apart but it provided some measure of shelter. They withstood the cold, knowing it would help slow down the decomposition of Nolan and Anna’s bodies. They knew they had to conserve their strength. The bodies were weak, and just agile enough to get them around. Mary stared at the hands which now belonged to her, lined, with age and lacking youthful vigor. It would take time to get accustomed to it. Precious time, which they did not have. The bodies would decay soon, and they had to strike before that happened. The longer they stayed within these vessels, the more vulnerable they would become. The strength they had fed on, with the deaths of Pastor Evans and Deb, would not sustain them for a substantial amount of time. It had taken a lot to end their lives, more than what they had expected. She glanced at Magnus, who stood by the remains of the window, savoring the icy chill from outside. ‘How much time do we have?’ His
It took her a while to accept she was home safe.After witnessing the horror of Anna and Nolan’s murder-suicide, Faye was sure she was on the edge of losing her mind. She’d struggled, until she was free and Mathilda had led her to the road.'I couldn't grasp what was happening…. I thought they would come for me, but they just walked off into the woods. I crawled out the driver's side and made my way to the road, with Mathilda's help. That's when Eli and Mark found me. I was so scared Sybil… I can still smell their blood. The entire time, I was thinking about my baby and how close we both came to dying.’Faye's voice broke as she recalled how Nolan and Anna died. Even if she did despise them, their deaths were not something she found pleasure in. Nolan was someone she once loved, before all the abusive madness. Surely there had been some good in him once.Sybil shifted closer to her on the sofa and wrapped her shawl tighter around her shoulders. Her cup of chamomile tea, stood steaming