The Vampire diaries: Finale

This is a different kind of post, an has nothing to do with my actual blog, its just for fun

The vampire diaries is the only show that ive never missed an episode of, usually i record shows or catch up online at some point, i try to take the show as i find it an try not to think too deeply about it, as after all its just a show, but im a fan so why not, why cant i have my fan moment, pretending its real an talking about it like it actually happened 😄

as much as i loved the show, the finale left me with so many questions, which if i get any of the following wrong, or you have your own opinion or disagree, feel free to comment and/or correct me, an please just take this with a pinch of salt, its not meant to be serious

Ok so, lets start with katherine, who by the way was my favourite character, along with bonnie 😍 

I have to admit, i was dissappointed… She became the queen of hell, or cades world at least, like cade she got others to do her dirty work, vicki etc but unlike cade she didnt have any special abilities, she came back powerless, even though she was a traveller, so there wasnt that same level of fear about her, she was not ‘katherine’ anymore, they killed her so many times in the finale, it became funny

There was no fight, she became the easiest to kill baddie in the whole show, it took one episode when usually it takes a whole season, an i know nina didnt really have the time, im glad she returned for the finale, but katherine deserved so much better than what she got given as a character

I would have loved to see her finally find peace with nadia an her family, who as you know were all murdered

even though nina plays both elena/katherine, i always thought of them as seperate people, but in the finale, i found that hard to do, i think it was the wig, an also ninas face has changed since she last was on the show, or maybe it was all the wig, as at the end, with her natural, now short hair, she looked more like the elena/nina we know

while she was pretending to be elena, they killed her, an in the mean time she had time to change an curl her hair… Also while as elena, she wore elenas dress, an she dressed the real elena in her clothes, that was thoughtful, i get modesty etc but i found that strange, its katherine afterall… Is there a wardrobe in hell?

Anyway, stefan decides to die with katherine, he stabs her while holding her as they are engulfed in flames, we see damon on the ground as the flames pass by, controlled by bonnie, so why couldnt stefan have stabbed katherine an then just thrown her into the passing flames, she wasnt putting up much of a fight, maybe to ensure she stayed there

Stefan gives damon the cure, im guessing he thinks as hes about to die, its either to stop damon from stopping him, or the fact that with stefan dead the cure would be gone, but this is before bonnie wakes up elena, so as far as he knows damon will age as time passes by, elena would wake up an damon would have either died or be ancient, the sleeping curse stops elena from ageing right?? Or wrong??

Also, when katherine had the cure, silas needed all her blood, but now it only takes a syringe full.. How does a syringe magically take the cure from the blood stream

Bonnie pushes back hellfire, with the help of her ancestors, she then says ‘i did it.. She should have said ‘we did it’ 

Bonnie decides to live her life an travel, even though everyone she knows is in mystic falls, kinda lonely right? Plus your best friend has just awoken from a sort of coma after four odd years an you decide now is the time, but then the show did skip forward to where elena had been through med school, soooo… maybe they did have time together before she left?

Also, it looked like enzo had moved on, bonnie could feel him, but didnt see him, what happened to her world that she created? An will she save herself for enzo, stay single for the rest of her life?? I have to say, bonnie was the best part of the finale for me

At the end, when everyone had died, they are reunited with their loved ones, elena gets to be young an beautiful an jenna/her parents look the same.. I get the whole cameo thing, but it was just a huh moment for me

Caroline stayed a vampire, maybe to help her move on to a role on the originals?? But as time passes her daughters an friends etc will age an she’ll live on, its kinda sad.. How an when will she see stefan again

Lastly, stefan is dead, bonnie is away an elena an damon are human… They say they grew old, but years of evil being drawn to mystic falls an we are meant to believe nothing else happened for the rest of their lives, an that not one vampire came looking to take the cure from damon, did elena an damon have any children?

An where did everyone go after they died, heaven i guess, but what about the evil ones? Actual hell… I bet katherine is cosying up to the real devil as we speak 😉😋 katherine, the spinoff that should but will never happen

If i was a writer on the show i would have made it that bonnie used her powers to blend her world with the real one, allowing characters to stay, an live out the rest of their lives together, show them old an happy, still best friends, still all together

anyway, i loved the show, an the finale did give me just enough… Gotta take it for what it is, an not for what could or should have happened, its up to you/us to make up your own ending i guess


My Story: Chapter One

Having a blog means people can follow you on a type of journey, they know your story, they can follow to the bitter end, but they don’t know where it all started, I’m not the best writer, but I’m going to be doing a few posts, or memoirs, to let you in to where it all started for me, and hopefully (if you can be bothered to read them) you’ll come to know me a little more

Chapter one is about my life as a young child, so it will be shorter than the rest as I can’t remember that much as it was so long ago, its more snapshots of my pieced together memories, but hopefully in sharing my past honestly, I can truly move on ~

My earliest memories are of my life at home before my younger brother an I were placed into foster care, mainly my memories are of my younger brothers dad, an how he loved to drink, and how he scared me, I remember little things like going to take a biscuit, and him using my fear of him to stop me from taking it, even though my mum was telling me it was ok, its like he enjoyed it
I’d sneak down when they were in bed and take biscuits then, digestives, I’d take one and eat it under the coats hung in the hallway, then I’d push the hoover to the front door so I would be tall enough to open it, I’d run to my grannies bungalow which was only across a play park between the two, I still remember sleeping in my grannies bed and feeling safe, other times, which I don’t remember, I’d be found asleep on her doorstep the next day

It wasn’t a good place to live as a child, I guess that’s why I’d always try to run away to my grannies, i’d seen mum an him fight several times, it was worse when it got physical, I still remember flashes of them rolling on the ground in the midst of a fight, I read reports from social services where they’d always drink and stay out, or have house parties with us upstairs, I do remember sometimes I’d wake up and go downstairs and find we’d been left with a strange man, he must have been friends of theirs, I still remember the man teaching me how to make a cup of tea

Once when I wandered off, I was found by the police, I still remember them talking to me, giving me biscuits an juice, and things to colour in, my brothers dad was the one to come get me, I still remember seeing his shadow on the wall, and then hearing his voice and being scared

I know he was a bad person, I’ve since learned he put my mum in hospital a couple of times

I still have questions that will never be answered, back then I was rushed to the hospital, with a V shaped burn on my forehead, the reports say that it looked like a hot iron had been put to my head, but my brothers dad an mum had insisted that I walked into a radiator, personally I don’t think a radiator would have done that much damage, I still have three scars on my forehead from that day

My older brother at the time was similar to how he is now, he was spoiled and had a temper, my mum had sent him to live with our granny back then, because she couldn’t handle him, he had put holes in the walls and doors, he used to hit our mum, and even at that young age he was quite cruel, it was the things he did, like knowing our mum was claustrophobic and locking her in her room, following her into town on nights out so she couldn’t enjoy herself and would have to come home

I remember him coming to our door one day and mum telling him to leave, closing the door on him

I think that’s where things went wrong for him, maybe feeling unwanted, and my granny had him spoiled, giving him everything he wanted, that’s also why he didn’t get put in foster care with my brother an I, as he had a more stable home at the time

I don’t remember being taken into care, but there is a photo of me and my older brother crying together, mum did say that was taken the day we were leaving

A few years ago, I read reports from my early childhood, which said that my uncle and my granny had reported my mum to social services, they investigated and ultimately decided to place my younger brother an i into care

I read that they had given my mum a chance to change, but I guess my younger brothers dad was too much of an influence on her, I remember her telling me that they made her chose between him and us, and she chose him, saying she didn’t think she’d find love again

Its hard to know these things now as an adult, but at the same time I don’t know the woman she was back then, I can only go with, she tried the best she could and sadly failed, no one is perfect, and I don’t hold it against her, it hurts, but its happened and its in the past

I don’t remember our first couple of foster homes or foster parents, that whole part of my life I have no memory of, I do remember the second to last one though

It was on a farm, it was a big white house, with a big front and back garden, I remember the stoned driveway and the two big black gates that closed of to the road, we lived there for almost a year, then the husband got sick and we had to leave

Funny I don’t remember the husband at all, I remember their two daughters, I can remember us playing together, playing shop with toy groceries, playing on the swing, bouncing around on my space hopper, I loved that thing, I had this frisbee with a silly face on it I always played with, I remember catching butterflies and trapping bees under flower pots, and being told off because my brother had copied me and got stung

I can remember slipping through a gap in the barn, sitting in there on this high up wall and watching the tractors working, the smell even

Me standing out the front by those two black gates looking off into the distant country side and seeing a red house and wishing I could run away there, thinking it was far away, now knowing of course it wasn’t, the smell drifting over from the neighbours house like the smell of jam

I always had my favourite teddy back then, it was one my mum had bought me, it was one of those dogs from the dulox paint ads, a really big one with long fur, I’d hug it and I can still remember that teddy smell

When we left the farm I was five, where we were going next would be our last foster home, until we eventually were placed into a childrens home

I don’t remember leaving the farm, I guess when you experience emotional things as a child the mind blocks out the memories to protect you

Somehow though I do remember the car journey to our new foster home, we were drinking juice boxes and the social worker made it into a game telling us to imagine it was petrol running the car, and we had to make it last the whole journey, telling us to duck our heads under bridges so we wouldn’t have or heads cut off, just silly fun

I remember pulling up to the new house, the woman I’ll call K for obvious reasons, was standing outside washing the windows, she had curlers in her hair covered with a scarf, I’d say she was in her late forties at that time, I don’t remember how I felt, I guess as a child you’re oblivious to most things, an then this was normal to us

This time we were only meant to stay for six months, but ended up living with this woman for six years, In foster care its harder to place older children, everyone would rather have a baby or a very young child, even though social services wanted us in a home with a strong father figure, they couldn’t find anywhere else for us to go, that’s why we stayed here so long

so once again a new life, and a new beginning all over again….

New Short Story: Tell Me I’m Beautiful

Here it is, my new short story ‘tell me I’m beautiful’ I finished it quicker than I thought I would

Hope you enjoy it 🙂

‘tell me you want me’

‘I want you’

‘Tell me you need me’

‘I need you’

‘Tell me I’m beautiful’

‘You’re beautiful’

‘Liar!.. You’re still thinking of her, you don’t want me, you want her’

‘Shannon no!

The memory fades…

A pale face reflects back in the cracked mirror, the smeared lipstick and running mascara, the telling signs of a girl lost in darkness

‘I’m beautiful, I am beautiful’ the teary whimpering voice of a girl echoing through the dark hall ways

Her blonde hair moving slowly through an old brush’

One year later:

‘Mum, please stop staring at me’

‘Don’t be like that shannon, I’ve just missed you so much, I’m so proud of how far you’ve come’

Shannon moved further over on the back seat, blocking her mums view of her in the rear-view mirror

‘If you cared that much, you would have come to visit me in the hospital, you didn’t come once mum, not once, not even a phone call’

‘… You know I couldn’t, the doctors wouldn’t allow it, you know this, it was part of your recovery, no reminders of your past until you got better’

‘Better’ shannon smirked

Better, that word swirled in shannons mind as it drifted back

‘You should have more confidence in yourself shannon, you’re a really pretty, smart young woman with her whole life ahead of her’

‘Really doctor, you think I’m pretty’

‘Very much so’

Shannons mothers voice then suddenly snapped her out of her daze

‘The doctors were amazed and praising you for such a fast turn around, they never thought you’d come this far so soon’

The rest of the journey was in silence, and though the two woman weren’t speaking they both were smiling, one with pride, the other ominously

‘Here we are, home sweet home’

‘Yeah for three days, then its back to the hospital again’ shannon relied sarcastically

‘Let’s not fight, can we just make the most of it’ her mum said feeling the tension

‘Yeah ok tomorrow, right now, its been a long day an I just need sleep’ shannon grabbed her bags an headed to her room

‘Just shout if you want anything up’ her mum shouted up after her

Shannon hesitated before walking into her room, it was the first time she’d been back here since her psychotic down ‘breathe shannon’

The room was just how she remembered, but somehow lifeless, empty, walking to her bed, she caught a glimpse of herself in the long mirror ‘its just a mirror’ with a deep breath she turned to face it, the more she stared at her reflection, the more her thoughts began to swirl

No one will ever want you, you’re a monster, you’re crazy, you’ll end up alone when people realise what you really are

‘Stop it’ shannon shouted lifting a sheet and throwing it over the mirror

‘Did you call me’ she heard her mum shout from downstairs ‘no mum’ she said hoping her mum wouldn’t come up to check on her

Shannon fell back on the bed as her mind drifted back again

‘She’s so pretty’ shannon thought angrily as she flipped the pages of another magazine ‘I wish I had a body like hers, her eyes, her smile’

‘I bet he’d chose her over me, I should be the one in these magazines, I should be the one he wants’

Angrily she grabbed the nearby pair of scissors, now screaming and scratching at the magazine models eyes, grabbing at the pages tearing them out, throwing the magazines off the bed hyper-ventilating in tears

The memory faded as shannon drifted into a deep sleep

Day One

After a day of bad tv, a quiet dinner with her mum, an the swirling thoughts in her head, shannon was crawling the walls ‘I need to get out, I need to get out of this house’

Stealing a bottle of her mums wine, shannon got dressed, slowly losing her inhabitations, she gave herself a final look in the mirror ‘you’re beautiful’ she said smiling at her reflection

Leaving, shannon met her mum at the bottom of the stairs ‘Why are you all dressed up’

‘I’m going out’

Her mum looked worried ‘At this time, its getting late, where are you going’

‘Just a club, I need to get out, just for a while, I won’t be long I promise, you can trust me I’ll be fine, I won’t drink, I’ve ordered a taxi, I’ll get one home’

Her mum hesitated, but she knew this was part of her daughters recovery ‘I do trust you, just.. Be careful’

Reaching the club, shannon walked to the bar an ordered herself a drink, as her head began to swirl from the alcohol, a couple on the dance floor caught her eye ‘he’s cute’ she thought ‘an she’s… perfect’ her mind began to race imagining herself as the woman in pink on the dance floor ‘would he want me’ she thought

Her mind drifted back again

Shannon, do you know why you’re here’

‘I… I tried to kill my boyfriend’

‘Your jealousy and obsession drove you to murder’

Shannon ran to the bathroom, locking herself in one of the cubicles, she began to cry and her mind seemed to take control ‘…Its not you, its her, she made you feel this way, she’s the one to blame’ whipping herself into an hysterical jealousy fuelled frenzy she left the club an ran home

Reaching home, she steadied her nerves, ‘you’re home early’ she was hoping to avoid her mum ‘yeah, told you’ shannon forcing a smile, her mum grew slightly suspicious, but decided not to push it

Shannon sat on her bed, taking deep breaths ‘I know he’d want me’ the same thought repeating itself, turning on some music shannon looked through her closet, finding a pink dress she slipped it on an began to dance, the woman in pink flashing in her mind the whole time, the way she looked, the way she moved ‘I can be just like her, an then he’d want me’

Day Two

Shannon awoke that morning the night before like a bad dream, still in her pink dress an the CD player skipping in the background, realising she’d passed out

Washing of the night before, shannons mind began to wonder, blurred memories and flashbacks from the night before began to play out in her mind

It was the woman in pink, laughing, dancing, so beautiful, the way she looked, the way she moved, then the flashbacks took a darker turn, shannon was now following the woman, feelings of anger, resentment an jealousy surging within her ‘I didn’t follow her home’ shannon thought ‘no I… I came straight home.. Didn’t I?

The thoughts wouldn’t leave her mind, trying to block them, and the confusion out, she grabbed the bottle of wine she’d stole from her mother, finishing It off ‘it was a dream, just a dream’ she kept repeating to herself

Getting dressed, shannon needed to get out again, her thoughts wouldn’t leave her alone

‘Mum, I’m going out for a run’ she shouted, leaving before a reply, running was a thing she did in the past when her thoughts were so loud she couldn’t hear herself think

Shannon had been running for some time, stopping, she looked around, now realising she had no clue where she was, she looked around to see if she could find someone to ask for directions, hearing a door opening behind her, she slowly turned around, then suddenly froze, it was the woman in pink, all shannon could think to do was turn and run, her thoughts now louder than ever, now realising it couldn’t all have been just a dream

Finding her way eventually, shannon passed an off licence on her way home, an inner voice seemingly luring her in, leaving the shop an finally reaching home, she quickly ran up to her room before her mum could see the alcohol, spying her medication on the bedside locker, she grabbed them an threw them in the bin ‘who needs those when I have this’ she thought, stashing a bottle of vodka under her pillow

That night, after ignoring her mum all day, shannon pulled out the bottle of vodka ‘this is my real recovery’ she said putting on some music, dancing and throwing back the vodka at an alarming rate, she caught sight of the pink dress she’d earlier tossed on the floor ‘all eyes on me’

Falling back on her bed, her head and room spinning, she thought she might throw up, grabbing the bin, she noticed the medication she’d earlier thrown away, without giving it a second thought she removed the tablets, now washing them down with more vodka

She had only one thing on her mind now, the club, leaving the house, this time she didn’t even tell her mum she was leaving ‘are you ok miss’ asked an elderly couple on the way ‘what do you care’ shannon laughed

Reaching the club, she gathered herself together to make sure she’d get in, the loud music, the lights, the vodka and medication, shannon was now completely intoxicated, after a bit of dancing and more drinks, shannon noticed the guy and woman in pink again on the dance floor, the jealousy again surging within her

Moving onto the dance floor, the woman in pink was now nowhere to be seen, shannon knew this was her moment, approaching the guy now dancing alone, she began to dance for him, luring him in, whispering in his ear, grabbing his shirt and leading him off the dance floor

Shannon pulled the guy into the woman’s bathroom, locking them both in a cubicle, after some time the guy left smiling, shannon now fixing her dress ‘what have I done’ she thought, she felt dirty, she felt guilt

Looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, she could barely see her reflection as the medication and alcohol took a stronger hold

‘He doesn’t want you, he never did, he used you’ the voices in her mind echoed, gripping the edge of the sink in so much anger she broke a nail ‘no’ she shouted back to the voices ‘he’s with her again’ the reply, in a fit of rage she grabbed the nearby waste bin, throwing it at her reflection, shattering the mirror to pieces

Grabbing a piece of glass, she squeezed it until it cut into skin, making her bleed, she now looked at her bleeding hand breathing deeply

The bathroom door opened, shannon looked up in shock, her blurred vision affecting her sight ‘are you ok’ the woman asked, it was the woman in pink ‘ok… Am I ok’ shannon laughed ‘that’s the question you should be asking…’

Shannon grabbed another piece of mirror, now approaching the woman in pink she quickly grabbed her hair, pulling her head down, driving the piece of mirror into her stomach ‘now I’m ok’

As shannon began to regain her senses a little, she realised what she’d done, looking at her hands, now covered in blood, the woman in pink now lying on the floor

The fear, the adrenalin, the alcohol and medication all became too much, her head dizzy, everything went black

Day Three

Shannon found herself standing in a long dark hall way, a dimly lit room the only real light in the distance, a womans voice now calling her name

Moving slowly toward the door, the light growing darker, shannons mind was working over time ‘that voice… So familiar’

Pushing open the door, there lay a lifeless body on the floor, ‘the bathroom from the club’ she thought, shannon stood in the door way, too afraid to take another step, the womans face was hard to make out, almost a blur, shannon gasped realising what she was looking at, the blonde hair, the pink dress

Shannon tried to turn, to run, but she couldn’t, something wouldn’t let her, something was drawing her in, ‘hello’ shannon said hesitantly, not really knowing what else to say, no reply… Shannon slowly started walking toward the body, suddenly the head turned, making shannon jump, but at the same time froze her to the spot

‘No… No… I killed you’ shannon could hardly breath now as the woman on the floor began to move, began to get up, the blonde hair now completely covering her face, shannon tried to run, again she felt frozen to the spot

As the woman drew nearer, the pink dress suddenly started turning a dark red, as it became soaked with blood, reaching for her stomach the woman in pink removed a large piece of glass

‘Please.. Please don’t’ shannon could hardly say the words

The woman in pink stopped, and holding the jagged piece of glass now looked up at shannon, the blonde hair moving away from her face ‘no… No it can’t be’ she shouted in complete shock at what she saw, shannon was now staring back at herself ‘I’m the woman in pink’

Shannon closed her eyes ‘this isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real’ she kept repeating over an over, slowly opening her eyes again, shannon gasped as she was now the one holding the piece of glass, standing over her own body, who was looking back at her with the most evil of smiles

Shannon screamed as the dream faded…

‘Shannon… Shannon’

Hearing her name shannon slowly came too, looking around she quickly realised she was in a hospital bed, her mum by her side ‘where am I… What happened’ now becoming confused ‘mum’ she asked

‘Yeah honey its me’ her mum replied now taking her hand ‘what happened’ shannon asked again

‘Don’t you remember, shannon you were attacked’

‘Attacked’ shannon asked

‘Yeah sweetie, you were found in the bathroom of the club, someone attacked you, you’re lucky you were found just in time, but you’re going to be ok’

‘Can you remember anything…’ Her mind a blur, her memory a blank, shannon just nodded

‘When the doctors were bringing you in they said you were mumbling something about a woman in pink, about hurting her, trying to kill her, what did you do shannon, who did you try to kill’

Shannon tried to sit up, a piercing pain in her stomach making her wince, pulling back the blanket, a bandage on her stomach now soaking in blood, the night before flashed through her mind as she looked up in shock ‘myself’

New Short Story: The Coven

This is my new short story, its a sequel to ‘legend of the waste-land witches’ because every story deserves a proper happy ending, I hope you like it….

The Coven

Four cloaked women stand together, chanting in a tongue of ancient words, each a hand on an old black book, a book older than time and written in blood

the book comes alive with a life of its own, flicking to a page of destined desire, the women now look at each other, a look of knowing as they read

A person dead, beyond the grave, can be brought back, breathe life again, a body of sacrifice, an object of obsession, the vessel in which their soul will rest in

Crystal jumped from sleep, returning from a dark nightmare, ‘just a dream’ she thought, she was still shaken from her ordeal in october, once again alone, having lost the people she had come to know and love, at the hands of the evil witch mary

Crystal lying awake, an as she often did now, remembered back to that morning after

She had awoken to find herself back in bill and marys house, back in jakes room, with no memory of how she had gotten there

‘Rest in peace, jake.. bill’ she had thought sadly, with jakes final word still echoing from somewhere beyond live

Crystal suddenly a whisper from a familiar voice ‘jake’ asked crystal alarmed ‘jake, is that you’

Suddenly the windows of the small room had burst open, an a swirling wind engulfed everything, crystal could have sworn she saw jakes reflection in the dresser mirror, but only a glimpse Crystal, you’re still in danger ‘jake’ shouted crystal over the hauling wind, jakes voice repeated the warning, only now in softer echoes, then only silence, ‘jake’ crystal had shouted again ‘jake please don’t leave me’ but again only silence

A few weeks had passed slowly since then, full of nightmares and day dreams of jake

Crystal had stayed on in the village, in that house, she’d been welcomed by the village people, they, along with crystal had buried bill, as for jake, his body had disappeared without a trace, and his grave lay empty

everyone in jagged peak had come to know what really happened that night on halloween, but it was a silent truth never spoken

Crystal often wondered why she hadn’t left, but inside she already knew, it was because of jake, him appearing to her again left so many questions, yet given her some hope of seeing him again, although since that morning, she never had

That evening, being all alone in that house, surrounded by jakes memory, crystal decided to go for a walk, even though she knew it would be dark soon, ‘pull yourself together, there’s nothing to be afraid of’ she thought, taking a deep breath she left the house, after a while she found herself outside the grave yard, just like before, something seemed to draw her in, hopeful it was jake, she entered

Reaching his grave, which lay empty, she suddenly felt like she was being watched, a feeling of darkness suddenly swept over her and she turned to leave

Turning to leave, she was met by a cloaked figure, that night in october suddenly came rushing back as everything that had happened flashed before her, before she could fully regain her senses and react, the cloaked figure had lifted a nearby shovel and struck crystal on the head, knocking her out cold

Crystal later awoke ‘what.. What happened’ she thought, she felt suddenly disorientated, everything around her seemed to be spinning, gaining a little focus, crystal now realised where she was, she’d been taken to the forest, turning her head she now saw jakes lifeless body next to hers, both were tied town to some kind of stone tables

Regaining her senses, an trying to figure out what was happening, crystal began to look around her, a little off in the distance were four cloaked women standing chanting over a fire, each a hand on an old black book, the book seemed to have a life of its own as it hovered above the flames, ‘witches’ thought crystal,’just like in my dreams’ her heart sank as everything she’d tried to put behind her, was happening all over again

‘What do you want with us’ shouted crystal, she got no reply, ‘what do you want with us’ she shouted again, this time the women stopped and came closer, one of the witches now stepped forward, ‘someone’s finally awake I see’, ‘who are you, what do you want with us’ crystal shouted back, ‘well, since you’re going to die anyway, I guess you at least deserve to know why’

Crystal gasped ‘what.. no’ she said struggling with her ropes, a second witch now began to speak, ‘we are marys coven’ crystal now shocked and almost speechless interrupted ‘mary’ she now felt sick, feeling the colour drain from her ‘mary promised us eternal life, but you and jake took that from us, and for that you will pay’

‘I still don’t understand’ said crystal, hoping to further stall their plans and buy time to somehow escape, the witch continued ‘you see, a witch is born of spirit, a part of nature, so we never truly die, our essence remains after death, we become part of where we call our power from

‘Marys essence is now bound with jakes, bound by the spell to be eternal, that eternal essence can be called back’ just then, it was like a light went off inside crystals head, ‘so that means jake will live again’ the witch grinned, ‘for a while at least’ all four witches now seemed to laugh with each other

The third witch now spoke ‘jake needs to be sacrificed again, to separate his essence from marys, as you know, self sacrifice is the most powerful form of magic, we’ll draw on that power, only this time it won’t be to save you crystal’

‘Then why do you need me’ crystal asked, all four witches now locked eyes on crystal, ‘you.. We don’t need you, but your body, you should be proud crystal, you’ll be the vessel for the most powerful witch the world has ever known, mary will be reborn, in you’

The fourth witch, who had been silent up until now finally spoke ‘enough of this, its time’ the other three women then bowed their heads, and all four returned to the book

Crystal with a moment alone, now realised that her right wrist which was tied down, was slightly looser than the left, she then began struggling against the rope in hopes of it loosening enough for her to break free, though the more she struggled, the more the rope cut into her skin, with each pull and struggle it become more painful, but she knew it was her only hope of escape

The four witches now returned, but none seemed to notice crystals now bleeding wrist, ‘its time’ spoke the fourth witch, all four women now held hands and started chanting in an ancient language, each witch started reciting the chant faster and faster

A sudden gasp for air broke the witches chant, as crystal turned to look at jake, the once lifeless body began to regain life ‘jake’ asked crystal, jake now turned to look at crystal, but he wasn’t as pleased to see her

‘Crystal’ jake seemed to ask, slightly dazed but now realising the situation they were in ‘I warned you, why didn’t you leave’ jake looked at crystal, now a loving look, but also a look of someone powerless to help, ‘I couldn’t leave jake, I couldn’t leave… I couldn’t leave you, because…’ crystal slowly began to cry

The fourth witch again stepped forward ‘touching’ she said sarcastically, without saying another word she moved to jakes side, removed a dagger from her cloak an drove it into him ‘no’ screamed crystal, as all she could do was watch on as jake passed out

‘Enjoy your last moments together’ with no remorse the witch returned to her fellow witches, who all began to chant again

‘Jake I’m sorry’ a tearful crystal watched on as jakes blood now turned to light, rising up above him, and becoming a blinding orb ‘mary’ said one of the witches ‘continue the spell’ said another

With the blinding light, crystal knew this was the perfect time to make her escape, struggling with her ropes, and clinching her teeth through the pain, her hand finally became free, she undid her left hand and jumped of the stone table, beyond the light all she could see was the light of the fire, now running past the four women a plan came to mind

‘You can’t outrun the spell crystal’ she heard one of the women say ‘yeah’ replied crystal ‘and without this you’ll never hurt anyone again’

‘She’s got the book’ said one of the women, ‘a mortal has no power over the book’ said another, with that crystal grabbed the book with both hands, and threw it into the flames, suddenly the orb of light above jake exploded, knocking all the women to the ground

‘No’ all the women seemed to cry out at once, ‘how did she…’ one of the women cried out, ‘impossible’ screamed another, as the book began to burn, being tied to the book by blood, the four women emulated its fate and burst into flames ‘tell mary I said hi’ said crystal as the four women slowly turned to ash an blew away in the wind

Crystal realising it was over ran to jake, ‘jake’ she asked hope filled, noticing no sign of any wound, jake groaned with a reply ‘you did it crystal’, hugging jake, crystal both laughed and cried with joy ‘jake, you’re alive.. But how’ she said ‘magic’ he replied, they both laughed

‘How did you know burning the book would stop them’ jake asked ‘I didn’t’ she laughed again

Crystal untied jake, and they both started walked off together, when crystal stopped ‘what is it’ jake asked ‘before, when you asked why I didn’t leave, it was because of you, an i should have just told you in that moment, I.. I love you, jake’ crystal was slightly embarrassed then, ‘good, because I love you too’ he replied

The two then walked off arm in arm and toward their future together

Legend Of The Waste-Land Witches

This was a short story I had written an posted, just for fun at halloween, but it was split between two posts, so here it is all together as it should be

Legend Of The Waste-Land Witches

No one really remembers the legends of the waste land witches anymore, but in one isolated village beyond the peaks of the black mountain jagged, and on the edge of an unknown worlds end, elders tell the bedtime story as a warning

Beware the waste land witches, born from evil with a heart of stone, and live forever with a blackened heart that’s broken

Crystal opened her eyes, surrounded by darkness, with dying waves lapping at her body. ‘Wher… Where am I’

Staggering to her feet and now feeling sand beneath, she released the shore line of a deserted beach, a glowing light in the distance was suddenly coming into focus

‘Hello’ yelled a deep voice, ‘’ crystal replied in a hesitantly, now seeing the form of an elderly man ‘what are you doing out here all alone’ the man said, now seeing the young girl in the light, an realising she wasn’t one of the local girls

‘How did you come to be here’ the man went on… ‘I.. I don’t know, I woke up an I was here, I can’t remember, I…’ Replied crystal becoming suddenly scared from her lapse in memory

‘Let’s get you inside’ said the man ‘there’s a storm coming, look at you, you’re soaking wet, are you hurt?’

‘No, I don’t think so’ crystal replied, now following the man as he led the way

‘You’re safe’ said the man, noticing the girl to be nervous, ‘I’m bill, I run the light house nearby, my wife can see about getting you something dry to wear, an I’m sure you’re hungry, what’s your name’

‘Crystal’ she replied, now catching up with bill an saying nothing further

Beyond sand dunes they entered a village, crystal suddenly thought it a weird place, like a village caught in a period of a time past

‘Here we are’ said bill, leading crystal up a small garden path an into a glowing cottage, ‘who have we here’ said a womans voice ‘this is crystal’ replied bill, ‘seems she got washed ashore an has no memory of her ordeal, she needs something dry to wear, a warm bath an something hot to eat’

‘You poor soul, you must be beside yourself, welcome i’m mary, now let’s get you out of those wet clothes’

Sometime later… Crystal once again awoke, now remembering where she was, earlier mary had explained that their grandson jake was away on a fishing trip with other local men from the village, he would soon be home, an that she could use his room, mary would explain to jake on his return

Crystal had told bill and mary of how her parents had past away, how she had ran an ran, because there was nothing to return to, no friends, no family, she was alone, bill an mary told her she was more than welcome to stay with them for as long as she needed

Now alone in jakes room, there was a knock on the door, marys head peering around the now open door ‘ just checking on you, I hope you found everything ok’ mary entered the room, an now sitting on the edge of the bed she went on

‘We don’t get outsiders.. I mean new comers to the village, its nice to see a new face for once’ said mary

‘from what I’ve seem, its a beautiful place, why does no one ever come here’ remarked crystal

‘That’s a story for another time’ replied mary, now suddenly looking a little worried ‘now you rest up, you’ve had a long night, you need your rest, I’ll be in to check on you in the morning, goodnight’

‘Goodnight’ said crystal, closing her eyes as mary left the room an now slowly drifting off into a deep sleep

Crystal… Crystal…

Crystal awoke the next morning to silence, walking downstairs an going to the living room to see if she could see bill or mary, she found a man asleep on the couch ‘this must be jake’ she thought, tiptoeing away a voice made her jump

‘You must be crystal, I’m jake’ came the voice, crystal turned around, ‘amm yeah, hi’ crystal said feeling awkward ‘sorry you had to sleep on the couch, you can have your room back when you want’

‘Its fine, your our guest, gran filled me in last night, sounds like you’ve been though a lot’ jake had a concerned look on his face, but his eyes were full of warmth, an crystal could tell he really cared, she hadn’t seen that look before

‘Yeah, I guess,’ said crystal ‘its all a blur really, all I remember is passing out, an next think I know, I wake up here, your grand parents have been really good to me’

‘That’s them’ replied jake ‘we don’t see many new people here in jagged peak, with the storms and…’

‘And…’ Said crystal

‘Its silly’ said jake, ‘there’s an old legend that haunts this village’… ‘Legend’ asked crystal ‘yeah the legend, its silly’ Crystal pushed jake for more, an jake gave in

legend says that jagged peak was once home to a clan of witches, the witches of the waste-land, they are women born without love in the dead of night, its told the witches were like sirens, leading men to their deaths

The witches had a spell of immortality, but they needed a pure heart full of love that had been broken to complete it, the only night the spell would work was halloween, when their power was at its greatest, but the men in anger rose up against the witches, and burned them at the stake, some say a few escaped, an still exist to this day

Crystal looked a little shocked ‘so, if a few escaped, they could be out there still, somewhere’

Jake finished his story

its said that the witches need to perform the ritual here in jagged peak, so if any did still exist, they would someday return here

Crystal shivered ‘sounds really creepy’

‘Its only a legend’ jake assured her, ‘an besides, no one from the outside has come to the village in a long time…. well until last night’ jake joked looking at crystal

Crystal spent the day exploring the small village, the quaint little local stores, the market, houses an run down cottages scattered along the way, men hauling in fish nets in the port, it had that old world feel, possibly from being completely cut off from the rest of the world by towering mountains an dangerous choppy waters

Crystal had learned how oldy-worldy the village truly was, because of where they were it was impossible to get a signal, so there were no phones, no tv, no internet, none of the things that crystal was used too, but somehow that felt good to her

Exhausted, crystal quickly fell asleep that night

Crystal… Crystal…

‘Who’s there’ asked crystal nervously

‘A heart like yours is what we have been searching for’ said a dark voice from behind a hooded cloak

‘Am I dreaming’ thought crystal, ‘where am I… who are you’

‘Your heart is darkened from pain, broken beyond repair’ continued the voice ‘We are coming… Coming for you crystal, coming for your heart’

‘But I’ve never loved, never known love’ crystal managed to say through fear an frozen lips

‘Your heart holds love in desperation, heart break and despair… And besides, legends are exactly that, they are never the true tale’ said the dark cloaked figure, now rushing towards crystal

Crystal awoke screaming, as a cackle echoed in the distance of a past dream, ‘it was a dream, I’m fine, just a dream’ she said now holding her hands to her fast beating heart

Catching her breath, crystal could hear the floor creaking from beyond her door, ‘is someone there’ asked crystal still shaken, the door handle slowly turned, the door creaked open, an there in the doorway stood the dark cloaked and hooded figure

Crystal screamed again, the air was suddenly sucked out of the room

the light suddenly flicked on, and there stood mary

You scared me half to death child’ said mary now stood at the foot of the bed ‘what on earth happened’

‘Just a dream’ replied crystal, ‘a very bad dream, a nightmare’

mary and crystal spoke for a while, mary wasn’t to impressed about jakes telling of the legend earlier, blaming it for her scare

crystal awoke that next morning, jakes room was freezing, the window covered in crystal ice, putting on a robe she descended the stairs, once again finding jake on the couch, this time awake

‘morning’ they both spoke ‘I heard you scream last night’ said jake ‘I shouldn’t have told you that silly legend, it was my gran, mary that first told me of the legend when I was younger, every child in the village is told the story’

‘no its fine’ replied crystal ‘the funny thing is, I’ve been having the same nightmare for a while now, even before I came to jagged peak, I just… Didn’t say anything before now’

‘what do you mean’ asked jake

well in my dreams, i’m standing in a waste-land, there’s an alter with candles, its cold an I can barely move, a voice tells me I’m what they’ve been looking for, my… Heart, Its a womans voice, I turn to see someone in a black cloak, I can t see who it is, they wear the hood to hide their face, it always ends with that cloaked person coming for me

Crystal continued ‘what’s scary is that the legend made sense to me, its like a story I’ve heard in a dream, the night I passed out, I was compelled to go to the beach, the water, a storm was coming in, an I could hear a voice calling me from beyond the waves, once the water touched my skin, everything went black, then… Then I woke up here’

‘you’re safe here crystal’ said jake ‘nothing will happen to you while I’m around’

Mary came in then with bags of shopping ‘ohh its cold today, that halloween weather we know so well’ ‘how are you this chilly day my love’ mary asked crystal

‘I’m ok, thank you, I slept ok after what happened, just a little spooked that’s all’ crystal went to help mary put away the many groceries

‘That reminds me, we’ll have to get you something to wear for the harvest festival’ said mary ‘harvest festival’ asked crystal ‘yes’ mary went on ‘we have a festival here every halloween, you’re in for a treat, this year is the hundredth anniversary of when jagged peak was founded’

Mary left the room, and crystal used this time to talk to jake alone ‘so jagged peak was founded on halloween’, ‘yes’ said jake ‘back then it was a waste-land, hence the legend, it was renamed when the men took it over and built the village, or so they say’

‘it all just feels weird’ said crystal ‘my dreams, how I came to be here, the legend, and its halloween in two days, which just happens to be the hundredth anniversary’

Time past quickly after that, with the village gearing up for the festival, crystal helped out, but all the while she had a sinking feeling, she was becoming paranoid, she could have sworn the villagers were looking at her differently, but kept telling herself to pull it together

‘Tonight is all hallows eve, why am I suddenly scared’ thought crystal ‘its just a legend, they are only dreams, tomorrow is a day like any other’ sleep beckoned

Crystal… Crystal…

‘Am I dreaming again’ thought crystal

‘Hello crystal… Welcome home’ crystal turned to see a figure, only this time cloaked in white. ‘home’ asked crystal

The figure came closer ‘you have to leave this place crystal, you’re in danger here, so its time you knew the truth

‘the truth about what’ crystal asked, the cloaked figure went on ‘the truth about jagged peak’

‘This was once a truly evil place, when the witches of the waste land were once present, a truly evil spell was cast, the village lures in the desperate hearts of the innocent, a hundred years ago this very thing happened, broken hearts were called to die

Though its true they were hearts of men, there was no love here, the men rose up in anger against the evil and won, but from an elder witch the blood line lives on

On halloween night, the last of the witches will return to cast the spell of immortality, above the graves of the witches that were lay to waste here

A hundred years a witch lives before she turns to ash, the spell can only be cast when the end is near, so tomorrow night is their only chance, only in death can life be sprung eternal under the blood moon

This is the true legend

Before crystal could ask anything further, the dream faded, an she was once again awake in jakes room ‘what does this all mean’ she thought ‘am I going crazy, it was so real…

tomorrow is halloween, if the legends are true I cant leave, I have to stop the witches from hurting innocent people, they’ll turn to ash and no one will have to worry about them ever again’

Walking downstairs she met mary ‘I hope you slept well’ she said ‘I did’ lied crystal

‘Good, we have a long day ahead of us’ mary went on ‘ you came here at a good time, tonight you may just see a truly amazing sight, a blood moon’

‘A blood moon….’ Crystal said very slowly

‘Yes, its what makes this village so magical, the legend fore tells every hundred years there will be a blood moon, no one has ever seen it, so we are pretty excited, we may be the first people to actually witness it..

I have so many things to finish up before tonight’ said mary now heading for the kitchen ‘I’ve sowed together a beautiful dress for tonight, you’re going to love it’

‘a blood moon… But how’… crystals thoughts were interrupted, as mary then returned holding the most beautiful dress ‘what do you think’ she asked

Mary suddenly saw a girl in front of her frozen in fear ‘Crystal… What’s wrong, you don’t like it’

‘No… I love it’ crystal managed to say ‘its beautiful’

‘Oh great, I’ll leave it in your room for tonight’ said mary leaving with the dress

Crystal now knew the truth, her thoughts were racing ‘in my dreams, that is the dress I’m wearing with the dark figure under a blood red moon, its true… Its all been true…

An tonight the witches are coming… Coming for me… Coming for my heart’

Jagged peak had an old tradition, instead of costumes, the villagers paid homage to the founders by dawning the traditional attire of old

crystal got ready that evening, wearing the dress that mary had made for her, an preparing for what could be the last night of her short life

She could hear the festival beginning to get under-way from beyond the bedroom window, it was now nearing 8pm, and daylight was fading

Crystal was now alone with her swirling thoughts ‘the spell the witches plan to cast can only be cast on halloween night, a stroke after midnight and they’re dust, and if they have returned to jagged peak, it should be easy to recognise them right..

Whatever happens… I’m ready

Descending the stairs she met jake ‘wow, you look beautiful’ he said with a look of awe ‘thank you’ crystal giggled ‘you look very handsome’

‘thanks’ he replied with a reddening face ‘can I accompany you to the festival’

Arm in arm they left the cottage, the swirling wind coming in from the sea felt nice to crystals skin after the long hot day an from her undeniable worry and fear

Nearing the festival, a glowing light from the old cemetery caught crystals eye, and some unseen force was drawing her in, the pull was too strong to resist

‘Jake, you go on ahead, I’ve left something back at the cottage, I’ll catch up with you in a minute’ crystal said with a quickening heart

‘Are you sure, I can wait on you’ said jake with crystal letting go of jakes arm ‘no you go on’ replied crystal now walking back towards the cottage

looking over her shoulder to make sure jake wasn’t within eye shot, an now with the coast clear, crystal turned and headed for the cemetery

Entering the cemetery, bathed in red from the now rising blood moon, crystal was almost in a trance, being lured further in from an unseen force, soon she came across an alter, covered in crystals an candles ‘just like in my dreams’ she thought

‘Hello’ she spoke softly, no reply ‘hello’ she said again, this time a little louder

‘Hold your tongue child, its your heart I’m after’ said a dark cloaked figure coming out of the darkness into the candles glow

‘So the legends are true’ said crystal now backing off a bit ‘my dreams, bringing me here, that was you wasn’t it’ the cloaked figure only crackled in reply

After a moment of silence the cloaked figure again spoke ‘All you need to know is that this time… Its no dream’

Suddenly from behind crystal, there were snaps from breaking branches, turning around she gasped at the familiar face, it was bill

before crystal could speak there was a thud, crystal felt herself falling, light faded to darkness, as crystal now lay unconscious

Crystal… Crystal… Wake up crystal’ said a familiar voice

‘wha… What happened’ asked crystal now once again seeing the white cloaked figure ‘bill.. He… He hit me, how did I get here’

‘You’re unconscious crystal, that’s how I can appear to you, its time you knew who I really am’ the hooded figure then removed her cloak, now before crystal stood a beautiful women ‘my name is amanda, and I am jakes mother’

Crystal gasped ‘jakes mother’

‘yes crystal, and I too am a witch, but unlike the others I turned away from a life of evil, the bloodline only runs in the veins of women, which meant that jake was spared from this curse’

‘But even then, he was in danger, being a man there was nothing to stop the witches from using him in their spell’ amanda turned away then

Crystal started putting the pieces together ‘But if you’re jakes mother, and you’re from the bloodline, then that means… That means mary is a witch too…’

‘Yes crystal’ said amanda, now turning to face crystal again ‘mary is my great grandmother, which makes her an elder witch, when my mother an I turned away from the evil craft to live a life of good, she made sure we wouldn’t stand in her way, with us out of the way jake was in danger, at least until you came to jagged peak, now that you have, she’s come for you’

‘But wait a minute’ said crystal, ‘mary can’t be a hundred, can she’

‘its a witches curse’ said amanda ‘its part of what drives them to cast the spell of immortality, ageing slowly is a constant reminder of youth, as the witches life slowly fades away’

‘Now its me that’s in danger’ said crystal ‘its not over just yet’ said amanda ‘crystal’ amanda went on ‘jake must know the truth’

The dream faded as crystal started to come too ‘back in the world of the living I see’ said the figure in the dark cloak ‘for now at least’

Crystal now realised her hands and legs had been tied and bound

The dark figure went on ‘my grand-daughter has meddled with me for the last time, but no matter, she can’t help you now’ the dark figure now removed her hood ‘ I knew it was you’ shouted crystal angrily ‘you won’t get away with this mary’

‘Oh child, I already have’ mary cackled, now going to the alter an speaking in a language that crystal didn’t understand

With marys back now turned, crystal tried to break free from the ropes, when she heard bill whisper ‘I’m so sorry crystal, please forgive me’ before crystal could reply bill had cut the ropes ‘now run’ he said

But even before crystal could get to her feet mary had spun around, now quickly lifting a dagger like root from the ground, she pierced it through crystals leg

Crystal cried out in pain ‘you’re not going anywhere’ said mary

‘As for you’ mary now looking at bill, ‘I should have just taken your heart, but you’re nothing but a weak old man, that’s the last time you or anyone will get in my way’ with that she grabbed bill an tossed him through the air with beyond human strength

Bills body landed striking a tree ‘I’m sorry’ he said again as his life faded away, an he was gone

‘Bill’ said crystal softly ‘I forgive you’

‘Now for you’ said mary lifting crystal to her feet, crystal suddenly felt frozen to the spot, an could no longer feel any pain in her leg, mary returned to the alter, lifted a dagger and started walking back toward crystal, just then she stopped ‘what, no begging for your life, not even a tear, crystal you disappoint me’

‘Just do it’ replied crystal bravely, though inside she was beyond scared

Mary clasped the dagger with both hands, now raising it above her head ‘with your heart I shall be eternal’ she shouted

Plunging the dagger toward crystals chest, jake suddenly appeared out of nowhere ‘crystal, no’ he shouted, pushing crystal out of the way and instead being stabbed ‘jake’ crystal screamed, tears now slowly filling her eyes

‘Stupid boy’ said mary ‘I was going to let you live as my trophy’ now plunged her hand into jakes chest an with his now beating heart in her hand she smiled the most evil smile ‘but even so, its still a heart’

Mary placed the heart where her own would be, chanting more words crystal still couldn’t understand, suddenly there was a blinding light, when it dimmed there stood mary, now a women less than half her age, laughing she now had crystal in her sights ‘shame to waste the kill’ she said

Coming to towards crystal with the dagger in hand she suddenly stopped, crystal now saw a women as though finding it hard to breath ‘what is happening’ said mary

Suddenly she shrieked the most ear deafening scream, light started to explode from all over marys body, again she screamed as her body now slowly turned to ash ‘what happened’ thought crystal, with the pain in her leg now returning, she dragged herself to jakes still body ‘jake’ she said now sobbing

‘Its over’ said a voice, crystal now looked around to see amanda ‘self sacrifice is the greatest form of love crystal, jake gave his life for yours, in doing so mary was overcome’

‘But bill, an… Jake’ sobbed crystal

‘Stand up crystal’ said amanda ‘you’re ok now’ crystals leg was completely healed, an now standing she saw the spirits of bill and jake smiling back at her ‘I’m so sorry bill… Jake’ she said still through tears

‘We may have saved you crystal, but it was really you who saved us’ said bill

Jake walked over to crystal, wrapping his arms around her an giving her a kiss, he whispered one word in her ear ‘live’ crystal opened her eyes and all three were gone, but jakes final word echoed on…. ‘live’