T Higgs will hit a bitch (rebelhellion) wrote in uprisingrpg, @ 2011-06-04 13:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | ella svetkova, terrence higgs |
Who: TELLA
What: bringing Ella back from the "dead"
When: Saturday
Where: Bulgaria, their tent, near Ella's childhood home
Warnings: oh, god. "Death", vampirism, blood, dark magic, sex... idek
Status: Incomplete
Terrence had been through quite a lot recently, but this was definitely one of the hardest (if not the hardest). He was not in the best physical shape, covered from head to ankles in deep bites and scratches from Chas in her jaguar form, and other wounds from wands and blades and rocks and trees. They had some dittany in the tent, but he only remembered to use it when one of his wounds opened again and bled into his clothing. It was not his own health that he was concerned with, it was Ella's.
Well, 'health' was not quite the right word for it. Ella was dead, though Terrence had not accepted the finality of it. There was no need to accept it, when he could reverse it and bring her back. Still, he disliked having to touch her cold skin to transport her body - the first time in his life he had ever disliked touching her - and he did it as little as possible. It was necessary to move her, to take her with him to Bulgaria to get the bone from her father required for the spell to restore life to her body; he had the strength for one trip and the dark spell, but traveling there and coming back to her, then doing the spell, might have pushed his limits too far. That was as much thought as he gave to his own well-being.
Then, of course, there was the concern that someone else might find her body. He couldn't let anyone know that she was dead, that he had needed to bring her back. Even in a government that didn't want them both dead, this kind of magic would be frowned upon. Not least because it was the same tactic the Dark Lord had used to return.
It had taken him a few days to get here, and a half a day to catch her father at a time when her brother Alek wasn't around to witness it. Not that he was killing Ella's father; that seemed unnecessary, and wasn't his place to do so, anyway. He thought she would probably have forgiven him for it, but all he needed was a bit of bone: that was easy enough done simply by removing a finger. He brought it back to their tent, where her body lay on the couch, and performed the spell.
It took quite a bit out of him, the amount of energy and willpower that was required for this kind of magic. He was breathing hard by the end of it, but his eyes were lit with fire, the internal flame that drove him to boredom at times but kept him going when most others would have given in. Ignoring the fact that blood had started to trickle from the puncture wound just underneath his chin, he leaned over Ella, feeling for a pulse.