AUTHORS NOTE: This Chapter is about the beginning of the Primords. Each character is named by their ancestral name. Underneath I will give you a list of their names so you can follow along with this Chapter and you don’t get lost.
Blake – Alarick Selene- Elena Tyler- Dylan Damian- Keiran
Emma- Damian’s mate
Harou- Lord of the Primord Lycan’s Candace- Harou’s mate
Joseph- Colonel Coelhelm descendants or great great great grandfather Carrie- as herself (Selene’s birth mother)
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Carrie stands before her cauldron. The sound of a thick bubbling with the stench of rotten something and death penetrates the nostrils of Joseph who tries to hold his breath.
She twirls her hands around the cauldron as she chants away with her eyes closed and hair flowing in the air.
The small frail body of a baby girl laid on top of a small bed with an old duvet covering her body to the front of her, across from the table she conjures her spell.
The full moon is in place above her window, the light reflecting across the room, illuminating the cold, dark, and death feel of the room.
“Get ready Joseph, the potion is almost done. We must insert this potion into her body before we can extract her blood. Then, I can do the same with the blood from Emma’s heart.” She cackles, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. She can almost smell the beautiful scent of victory.
“Ok, what do I do love? Tell me? How can I help?” He’s nervous, and panic is evident in his eyes, but he’ll do anything to help Carrie accomplish her goal.
“Ugh! I already told you! We have to get this potion in her body. Obviously we have to inject her. Get that small glass ville, there’s a needle on my counter, insert it into the small whole, we’ll use that to insert it into her body.” She was annoyed by him already. Though he was always willing to help her, do anything for her, kill any one for her, she was already getting annoyed by his presence.
She counted the days, the hours, the minutes until she could get back to the gods realm and over throw Selene from her thrown and take over it.
Shaky hands took the thick needle, with force and trembling fingers, he places the needle inside the small she made on the small vile. He walks towards her, and hands it to her.
The thick mucus like liquid with the stench of death fills the small vile, she continues to chant and excitement fills her as the vertigo over takes her stomach. She slowly walks to the small body and removes the duvet from half of the little body.
She takes a long sigh as she holds the villa steady in her hand. Slowly taking the little hand in hers, “Oh little lycan baby, I owe you big time. Thanks to you, I will soon be able to return home, and i will no longer have to stand being in this stupid planet filled with ugly creatures and pretend to be that stupid child’s mother.” She chuckles and slowly approaches the tiny hand with the needle pointing towards her.
The needle slowly penetrates the thin frail skin, and slowly she pushes the thick liquid in. The tiny veins visibly glow from the invasion of the foreign substance in her body.
Without hesitation, she quickly pushes the rest of the potion in, chanting and humming softly.
“Quickly Joseph, get that base here. Soon as I say, you have to slice her wrists and drain her blood completely.”
His eyes widen in a mixture of horror and disgust. But he moves slowly anyway.
To his amaze, a small cry is heard, and little tiny fingers and toes begin to move. He stands frozen in place, and unwilling to continue with her horrific plans.
“I- I can’t do this Carrie! How is it possible? She’s alive! I can’t kill a youngling! I- I just can’t.” A tear runs down his cheek, and he takes a step back as the knife in his hand falls to the ground.
“Ugh! Of course it’s impossible. I only made Candace have an early labor! I didn’t make her have a miscarriage you idiot! I snuck a little extra kick on her own drink before the ceremony began.”
She looked at him from the side of her head. Her hand on her hip as she flipped through her spell book.
She turns the page to the chant she was looking for, “Aww! Here we are! Now, are you ready to give your auntie Carrie your life my little precious Lycan baby? Now that I brought you out of your sleepy time spell, you’ll be prepped and ready to sacrifice that precious blood for me, won’t you my little gem?” She holds her tiny hand on her finger, while reaching down and grabbing the knife off the floor.
Slowly, she caresses the soft skin on the baby’s face, the tiny baby girl slowly brings her tongue forward, and yawns softly as her tiny fingers coil around Carrie’s fingers.
“Ugh! Don’t get attached to me kid! I’m not your mother. Thank god I never had any kids. I’d rather die than bare any children.”
Joseph’s eyes fill with melancholy and his head hangs low in despair. Taking a long sigh, he takes a step back and grips the knife from her hand slowly.
“Ok love. I will do as you say! Just- give me a minute will you?” He holds her tiny hand in his, the baby unaware of her danger, so tiny and frail to be able to open her tiny eyes, smiles towards Joseph’s direction and yawns once more.
He sigh, and softly runs his thumb on her soft skin. “I’m sorry little princess.” He closes his eyes and takes a long sigh, slowly he opens his eyes and realizes the room is far too quiet and eerie.
He turns and realizes Carrie is nowhere in sight. He turns from one corner of the room to the other, NOTHING!
“Carrie? Carrie where are you?” He places the small knife down and let’s go of the baby girl’s hand down, covering her to her chest with the duvet.
The room has somehow gotten darker, the candles that lit the room are now almost distinguished. Just a few candles are still on, and just as he slowly makes his way around the room, a blast throws the door open.
He stands paralyzed in front of Alarick and Dylan along with the guards. Shock, evident in his face. “I should of known you and that wench were up to no good!” Alarick’s eyes darken, he sneers at Joseph, as he nears him. His hands fisted and knuckles white.