Somebody to die for (2)
I’m not entirely happy with how this turned out, but I guess I couldn’t do any more than that. This was a little emotional to write. Hope you all enjoy!
With a flick of her finger, the door bursts open. You’re lying on the floor, back facing the wall, when Cordelia breaks through. Myrtle follows behind. “Oh, sweet child”, she murmurs softly, lifting her hand to the chest, when she realizes the condition you’re in. The Supreme lets out a shaky breath, she feels like collapsing at the sight before her eyes.
“No, no, no, no…”, her legs meet the floor, and in a matter of seconds she is underneath you. She carefully places you on her lap, her hands tremble as she does so. Last thing she wants is to hurt you more, since you seem to be in a lot of pain. “W-what did you do?”, she breathes out, over a dry throat.
You lift your gaze to meet hers, trying to find the voice inside your throat. Your chest rises and fall so at a great speed, in some desperate plea to keep breathing. A single tear slips from your eye.
“What were you thinking, huh?”, she gently strokes your cheeks, as she meets your weary eyes. You whimper and your lids flutter close for a moment. You immediately see him, when you do so. An evil grin spreads over his face as he gazes down at you. He prompts you to approach closer to you, but you disperately shake your head. You’re trying so hard to hold on, helplessly praying him to give more time. Just another minute.
“You’re not allowed to die. Do you hear me?”, Cordelia’s voice brings you back to her and your eyes open again, blazing with a new purpose.
You feel so weakened, but you hear her. You scrape out whatever magic you have left to stay awake. You release a shaky breath, that looks more like a pained sob to Cordelia’s ears, before speaking, “D…dee..”, your lips crack in a small smile.
“You are a foolish!”, she accuses you, yet those words don’t hurt you.
On the contrary, a soft chuckle escapes from your throat. You deserve her rage. You deserve her disappointment. You deserve whatever she wants to throw at you.
It was better than having her death, wasn’t it?
“I’d have expected more from you!”, she continues, both firmly and softly. Her chest aches and her stomach has never been so twisted, as she watches your skin loosing color.
“Shush, d..don’t c..cry”, you lift your arm slightly, in the hope to reach her face. She helps you and grasps your hand in hers, lacing your fingers together. She shakes her head, and your knuckles meet her boiling tears as you stroke her cheek. “It’s going to be o…kay”, you tell her quietly.
“You’re certainly out of your mind if you think I’ll let you die”, she refuses to accept that you’re going to be the one saying goodbye to her. It wasn’t fair. Wrong in so many ways. Anyone would have killed to be next in line as supreme, yet you had to play by your own rules. You never liked them, in the first place. You were the stubborn girl, the one always trying to object over anything to do it in your own way. Cordelia used to be intrigued by your obstinacy, until now. Looking at you, she couldn’t comprehend it. She couldn’t support the decision you made without consulting her first.
“Y/n come here, this instant!”, Cordelia’s tone is both stern and amused as she tells you to stop at once.
You had pranked her, of course. You had made some cookies early that morning, in order to lure her in your little trap. Everyone at the Academy knew Cordelia’s a sweet tooth and that she couldn’t resist in front of sweets of all kinds, especially your homemade ones.
The other day, Cordelia had stolen the last muffin you had carefully put aside, to eat at the end of lessons.
The blonde witch got busted with some chocolate at the corner of her mouth and you immediately realized it was her.
But you couldn’t be mad at her. Not ever. Your heart swelled with so much love when she flattened her lips, and diverted her gaze, mouthing a small apologize.
“You catch me first!”, you chuckled, before transmuting on the stairs.
Little did you know that Cordelia had many skills. And one of those was predicting your every move.
You let out a gasp of surprise, when you feel her arms wrapped tightly around your waist. She pulls you against her chest and you almost lose your balance. But Cordelia would never let you fall, and in a blink of eye, both of you were on the couch. Downstairs. You try so hard not to laugh at her. She looks so silly, you fail to take her seriously.
Cordelia’s face turned purple due to the spell with which you had enchanted your fresh baked cookies.
“Oh you find it funny, huh?”, she smirked, looking down at you, as she pins your wrists over your head.
You nod and giggle. “Purple suits you”, you tease her.
Cordelia shook her head in disapproval. She clicks her tongue, as she thinks of a way to punish you. “Is that so? I think I know which color suits you the most”, an amused twinkle glimmered her beautiful dark orbs.
“Oh, I’m totally shaking”, you keep challenging her.
Her fingers brush against your sensitive sides, causing you to flitch, in the pathetic attempt to squirm away from her grip. One hand is holding still your wrists, while the other is running wild over your sensitive skin. “No Dee, no!”, you bust out laughing.
A feral grin crossed her lips. Your face turns red, due to the tickling. “Oh, yes, yes, yes”, her voice sounds calm, while her fingers roam over your body viciously. “I knew red was your color”, she whispers in your ear, as she continues her innocent torture for a little more.
“You never listened”, she scolds you softly. “Not even once…”, she lets out a small sob, as she tries to focus on her magic, through her trembling hands. “But this time, you will fucking listen to me. You will not leave me”
Little did she know that your body would have pushed back Cordelia’s powers, no matter what. A sad smile crosses your lips, and a sense of guilt invades you.
Meanwhile Myrtle had found the letter placed on your desk, carefully reading it all in one breathe.
She lets out a sigh, that you hear, so you move your gaze to meet her heartbroken figure. When she looks up at you, holding onto your letter, you realize she knows what just happened to you. Her lips flatten in a thin line and a tear rolls down her cheek. She bends down, approaching you. Her thumb carefully strokes your cheek, making you smile softly. “You’d have been an exceptional Supreme”
You lean into the touch, nodding quietly. Eyes soon glistered with tears, as you try to imagine what it would have been like. But you quickly push away that thought, because the sole idea to continue living without Cordelia, makes your heart feels like it’s stabbed over and over.
Cordelia doesn’t understand why Myrtle’s just said that, so she frowns, offering her a questioning look. “W..why are you talking like that?”
Myrtle bites her lip, lightly shaking her head. “There’s nothing we can do, Cordelia. You need to say goodbye”
“No”, a small gasp of unbelief leaves her lips. “No, that’s a lie!”, she looks into Myrtle’s eyes, hoping she is just joking. You’ve hardly ever seen Cordelia like this. She is broken, yet furious with you and your irresponsible decisions. Mad at Myrtle for having said something so awful, and with an unnatural ease. “We are witches for fuck’s sake!”, she continues, in barely controlled rage.
She can hardly believe you give up on your life so easily, without thinking twice. Without thinking of the ones, you’d leave behind.
It’s hard to keep your eyes open at this point, but you fight for as long as you can. You want to tell her that there’s nothing she can do, but words die in your throat before they can come out. Her magic won’t help you this time. You had made a deal with Papa Legba not long ago, making sure nobody knew. The blade with which you hurt yourself came from Hell itself. It was laced with poison and soaked in the water of river Lethe. The deal was rather simple: you’d serve Hell for all the years Cordelia’d have lived as Supreme on earth, with the promise to be ruined with her in the afterlife, far from Hell.
“D…dee. I n…need to tell you som…ething”, your quite voice manages to come out. “Myrtle’s r…right”
“She’s not!”, Cordelia looks at you puzzled. “We will have plenty of time to discuss about your dumb decisions, now I need to find a way to heal your wounds”
You let out a short chuckle at her tone, despite knowing she isn’t amused at all. “C'mon…”, your throat is painfully dry and it tastes terribly.
She reaches for your hands and gasps in horror, when she notices how cold you are. Her magic isn’t working as it should. She offers you a squeeze, but you don’t reciprocate. You don’t have the strengh to. Cordelia’s never been so scared in her life before. You see her fright mirrored in her beautiful dark orbs. Her lip quivers; she feels on the verge of crying hysterically. “She’s ice-cold, Myrtle”, tears stream down her face, blurring her vision. You so desperately want to wipe those away but you can barely keep your eyes open at this point. “D..dee?”, you try again, but she ignores you.
She is shook by hiccups and sobs. “Help me!”, she snaps at Myrtle, who stands motionless, as if she’d have already given up. Cordelia shakes her head, in disbelief. “Why aren’t you? Something’s wrong… I don’t understand what it is”, she takes a shuddering breath, as she tries to transfer some of her magic into you without success. Her magic can do so little, too little on your open, still fresh wounds. She cleans all the clotted blood that has been staining your skin, but nothing more. The cuts are still there. Her hands curl into fists from frustration.
“Listen!”, you urge in low, but firm voice. “I d…on’t have m..uch time any…more”, you shiver, as you fight against the grip of Papa Legba on your soul. You can feel your soul slipping away, but you are determined to stay awake a little more. Closing your eyes for a moment, you see Papa Legba again, puffing as if he was bored of the entire situation going on in the Coven.
“Allow me to speak to her one more time”, you ask in a plea, eyes are glistered with tears.
He scoffs in annoyance. “If you wanted to talk to her so badly, why didn’t you before selling your soul to me?”
“I’m begging you”, you wish you could scream, but your voice is stuck in your throat. Desperation soon written all over your feature. “Give me my voice. Please”
“Alright, child”, he concedes, compassionately. “One minute. Then you come to me”, he adds sternly.
You nod quietly. “I will”
Cordelia stiffens, unable to say anything. Tears keep streaming down her face. She bites the inside of her cheek, when you open your eyes once again, regain consciousness. She knows you want to tell her something, and she lets you, sniffling softly as she encourages you with a timid smile.
“Before meeting you I felt so invisible, but you showed me all the things I could be”, sadness takes over of your voice as you speak. “It’s easier to have self-confidence, if someone else trusts you first. And you trusted me from the very beginning. You saved me, Cordelia”
She leans down closer to your face, as she grazes your cheeks with her mouth. She inhales in you and cries on you. “But I can’t save you now…”, her voice comes out so thin that is barely audible. Her hand looks for yours and this time you’re strong enough to offer her a little squeeze.
You smile a little. You manage to lift your free hand and slide your fingertips through her soft, blonde curls. “I’ll always be with you. I’ll guide you, I promise”, a drop of blood trickles down your nose. Your breathing is heavy and laboured now. You hardly feel your limbs anymore.
The blonde realizes something’s happening. She is quick to hold you tightly against her cheek, wiping under your nose with so much tenderness you barely feel her touch.
“I’ve a..always l..loved..you”, you manage to say. Cordelia can’t hold back her tears anymore at this point. She places her lips upon your forehead and her eyes flutter close for a moment. “I love you too. I love you so much, y/n”, her voice cracks as she keeps saying that, like a mantra. It feels like a sweet lullaby that helps you fall asleep.
Your heart feels full again. For a matter of seconds you feel alive, and all the pain disappears. Myrtle mouths you a soft goodbye, and you smile softly before letting yourself slip in the arms of Papa Legba. Your eyes drift closed, they won’t open again.
Cordelia keeps you cradled against her, as white as sheet, and cold as you’ve never been. Her powers are fully recovered. She feels anew, as the felt the first day she became Supreme.
“You weren’t supposed to leave this world before me”, she cries softly, between hiccups.
Myrtle’s hand reaches for your pulse, soon noticing there is none. “I’m so sorry. She’s gone”, she whispers, pulling Cordelia close to her, to kiss the top of her head, over and over, in the hope to calm down her hurtful cry.
