Part 11
Deens dashed down to the café and asked her friends if they could leave right away. Whilst she was confessing to Paul, she devised a plan in which she was going to get back at Meredith. Usually she wasn't for hurting people but in this case… She didn't care… al sense of her had disappeared and now… all she wanted was things to get back to the way they were. Her… and Paul… and her friends…
They drove home and she locked herself in her room. A room that since Meredith came into the picture, she had converted into her spiritual escape as well. She had built up her collection of equipment used in performing magic and had searched through many books for one particular spell… a spell in which you can cause the main bodily organs to cease functioning with the squeeze of a hand… A spell that comes from the darkest corner of the magic world. Something she was lucky to come across… a spell that was talked about but not many actually knew how it was performed. She found it when she bought the book… She was flipping through it and noticed something sticking out of a ragged edge and there it was… her weapon.
The spell was pure evil… Ingredients that were hard to find were needed… a sacrifice…
Blood from her own vein… Luckily she'd had a little nurse training and was able to access a vein in her arm using a needle provided by St John Ambulance for removing splinters. For hours she chanted and followed the instructions in which she had memorized. Clouds began to move in and soon, lightning lit up the sky and thunder began to rumble. It was probably coincidence, but it was very good for mood setting.
By morning her spell was cast… and the moment was building to an extreme…
part 12