Ashton Rosenfeld ┼ Willow Rosenberg (littlepezwitch) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-08-01 08:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | sabrina bledsoe |
Who. Sabrina Bledsoe
What. Making some poor decisions while grieving
Where. The woods in Sunnydale
When. Tuesday night, July 31st 2012
Warnings. None
"Evoco vestram animam. Exaudi meam causam. Carpe noctem pro consilio vestro."
This isn't a good idea, Sabrina. "I don't care."
Cold winds picked up as she chanted, firelight from the candles surrounding her body reflecting off her face and casting shadows on the ground. The power she sought was more than she'd ever tried to take hold of with both hands before, even Grams had warned her not to do it, but Sabrina was inconsolable. Had been for almost two months now, ever since her sister had died. She barely talked to anyone, even Alex, and the arrival of Willow's best friend Buffy Summers still hadn't done much to snap her out of it. Sabrina felt like a ghost, but she wasn't the one who was lying cold in the ground. Her sister was.
"Quod perditum est, invenietur. Te implor, Doamne."
The flames from the candles flashed brighter for just one second, the fire gaining ten inches in height before returning to their normal size and a hard shiver coursed through Sabrina's lower spine. She knew what she was doing was wrong, knew better than anyone what abusing magic for selfish reasons could do to a person, but she couldn't stop. She wasn't trying to bring her sister back, she just wanted to talk to her again. You're not ready for magic this powerful, Sabrina. Stop this before you get yourself hurt. Willow's voice was stern but her worry for the younger witch betrayed her. "Doamne."
Sabrina repeated the last word in Latin with force, ignoring the witch's pleas in her head and raising her arms in front of her with palms facing out as she kept chanting. She'd spent weeks in a slump of depression that she'd only pulled herself out of when she'd finally thought of this. She wasn't giving it all up now. If she could just find Ashlyn in the dark somewhere... if she could just talk to her sister again, maybe she could discover her sister's killer. She needed something, some kind of resolution. Messing with the forces of life and death were risky and she knew it, but she wasn't asking Osiris for a life this time. Just her chance for revenge.
"Lasa orbita sa fie vasul care-i va transporta, sufletul la el. Asa fie!"
From where Sabrina sat in the middle of the circle on the ground, the air picked up again in a mini whirl wind around her and she had to struggle to breathe, the magic she'd conjured coursing through her veins and making her double over with a sharp gasp. It was like being ripped apart from the inside, but she didn't stop. She kept shouting those last words ("Asa fie!" "Asa fie!") into the wind until it all finally came to a sudden stop and Sabrina nearly collapsed onto her side, gasping for air as the firelight died down and then went out completely. Didn't I tell you it wouldn't work? Her eyes adjusted quickly to the dark and she looked around wildly, hoping to find her sister's spirit somewhere outside the circle, but there was no one. Sabrina was alone. "Guess it's time for Plan B."