Ella carefully arranged the charred
corpse on the floor then knelt beside the bones. “Ceremony is not
necessary, nor is the rearranging of the bones, but it will ease her
return. Harald, have you ever done this?”
“Not
in all my long years, Mother.”
“Assist
me. Just follow my lead.”
He nodded and knelt across the body
from her. Kylie gasped as Ella gashed her own wrist and let the blood
drip on the charred lips of the corpse. “By the blood of the
mother. Live again.”
Harald nodded then gashed his own
wrist, holding it out so the dripping blood would reach her lips. “By
the blood of the brother. Live again.”
The body stirred slightly and moaned
softly. Ella grabbed the arm of her captive, slashing it open with a
fang. The blood flowed freely onto Gudrun's hungry lips. “By the
blood of the killer. Live again. Rise up my daughter.”
Before their very eyes the corpse
began to heal its burns and to clothe itself in new flesh. The
captive was quivering in terror now, but could not move. The
compulsion was too strong. Slowly the charred form struggled to its
feet with Ella's help. “Mother, I hunger.”
“This
one took your life, my child.” Ella thrust the hapless man into
Gudrun's grasp. “He will now return it to you. Drink. Drink long
and deep. Heal.”
Aaaaand, that's all you get for today. Have a great week and I'll see you again on Sunday.
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Hmmmm....nice!
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It does, Cindy, and it's a darn goo excuse to play with the writing for a day.
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