Sabrina Spellman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
signed_sabrina) wrote2018-12-30 11:43 am
signed_sabrina) wrote2018-12-30 11:43 am
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got the devil in her heart
Sabrina leaves a note on her door-- Went to the woods, be back before dark --S-- for anyone to see, and she packs a black candle, matches, a knife, and a few other assorted items into her school bag. Her familiar waits at the front door of the Home, patient and ready.
"I'm fine," she tells someone as she heads out, though she's not, not at all, and it reads on her face.
The train takes her far enough, and they leave a double track of footprints in the snow, human and cat, until she's just deep enough in the woods that it's trees everywhere.
She finds a tree stump quickly enough, and Salem leaps up to watch her warm a bit of old candle wax so the fresh black candle will sit upright. Sabrina doesn't waste tie with ceremony; her movements are brisk and efficient.
Light the candle. Cut your finger. Let the flame eat your blood. Ring the bell times thirteen.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
The candle burns down, and Sabrina begins to talk.
"I don't know if you're here or not. I don't know if you can hear me from here, but I need to you listen." The voice coming out of her thrums low and raw. "I did what you asked. I signed your book, and we both know it's a matter of time before everything in my mortal life falls apart. I did what you wanted and now I'm here, because either you're fucking with me or you're not as powerful as you could be. See, I was willing to rule you out until that dream. Except it wasn't just a dream, they told me I wasn't the first to talk about dreams that feel real, delusions about a place besides this, and I just know."
She wipes at her cheeks, leaving a streak of blood.
"So if this is you, then I compel you. I, Sabrina Spellman, compel you, the Dark Lord whose Book holds my name, to take me or leave me. I could be happy here. I can be happy here. I did what you want, I wrote my name and if you're going to take this back, just do it and I'll go back and keep my end of things." Her voice grows louder and louder. "Listen to me, I fought it but you have my name, and if you're going to leave me here you had better let me go." She presses her hand to her mouth, and sucks in a wet breath, and then she's just standing there, breathing until it's all she can hear in the trees.
"I'm fine," she tells someone as she heads out, though she's not, not at all, and it reads on her face.
The train takes her far enough, and they leave a double track of footprints in the snow, human and cat, until she's just deep enough in the woods that it's trees everywhere.
She finds a tree stump quickly enough, and Salem leaps up to watch her warm a bit of old candle wax so the fresh black candle will sit upright. Sabrina doesn't waste tie with ceremony; her movements are brisk and efficient.
Light the candle. Cut your finger. Let the flame eat your blood. Ring the bell times thirteen.
Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
The candle burns down, and Sabrina begins to talk.
"I don't know if you're here or not. I don't know if you can hear me from here, but I need to you listen." The voice coming out of her thrums low and raw. "I did what you asked. I signed your book, and we both know it's a matter of time before everything in my mortal life falls apart. I did what you wanted and now I'm here, because either you're fucking with me or you're not as powerful as you could be. See, I was willing to rule you out until that dream. Except it wasn't just a dream, they told me I wasn't the first to talk about dreams that feel real, delusions about a place besides this, and I just know."
She wipes at her cheeks, leaving a streak of blood.
"So if this is you, then I compel you. I, Sabrina Spellman, compel you, the Dark Lord whose Book holds my name, to take me or leave me. I could be happy here. I can be happy here. I did what you want, I wrote my name and if you're going to take this back, just do it and I'll go back and keep my end of things." Her voice grows louder and louder. "Listen to me, I fought it but you have my name, and if you're going to leave me here you had better let me go." She presses her hand to her mouth, and sucks in a wet breath, and then she's just standing there, breathing until it's all she can hear in the trees.
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He takes Eddie's bike-- again-- and leaves his own note, heading out. And the whole thing seems like a pretty dumb idea until he sees the footsteps and follows them, hopping off the bike and walking beside it. He wasn't sure what he expected, but what he finds definitely isn't it.
"Well this is fucking weird," Richie says, not bothering to keep his voice down.
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MrrRRRRRooOOW.
Sabrina does turn, then, wiping her face with both hands and only managing to smear more blood on her cheek. Cutting your hand for a spell is a lot messier on her own, it seems. "Salem, it's okay. I know him. He's not going to hurt me."
MrrrrrR.
"Richie," she answers the cat. "I met him when I arrived, and I know you he lives with us."
Apparently satisfied, Salem returns to his place, winding between her boots.
"Hi," Sabrina says to Richie, trying not to look like a teary, blood-smeared mess, and failing.
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"Why'd you come all the way out here to yell at your cat? It's so cold out here, my balls are shriveling up."
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She waves a hand toward the woods. "I don't know. I thought maybe I could get some answers, but it's not happening."