Aurelia felt the snake slither between her legs and she wanted to move and try to break free. Though before she could do anything her groggy gaze met Artemus's cold one. She barely understood what he said and and opened her mouth to say something, but his fist collided with her face, giving her a bloodied nose and a deafening crack sound, though she was knocked unconscious once again. Like Artemus had predicted her wounds had healed within a matter of minutes from receiving them. As he picked her up, she rested against his chest, though was unaware of what was going on. As soon as the iron touched her wrists though, they started to burn her and caused thin red marks. She had become dead weight against him and if he wasn't careful, unknowingly she could've taken them both out. On the way to the inn she shifted and nuzzled his back though fell unconscious soon enough. They had arrived at the hotel and as he carried her, she was nestled against his chest again. She flopped against the mattress as he threw her onto it. Her wrists had already healed themselves by the time he had cuffed her once again. The burning had occurred once again. She was laying there peacefully at least until water was splashed onto her and she woke with a gasp. She coughed slightly and hissed as the iron stung against her wrists. She then spotted Artemus and gave him an exasperated look. "God you still haven't killed me yet." She grumbled and leaned back.
Aurelia gazed at him wondering if he was serious. As she saw he was she couldn't stop herself from laughing. It was a wholehearted laugh that filled the room. "Out of all the hunters I've encountered you are definitely the most humorous of them all." She commented with a smirk resting on her lips. "Oh please do surprise me, I may just find this event more humorous." She replied and that indignant glint in her eyes returned. She gazed up at Artemus and knew no matter how much pain he inflicted on her, it wouldn't have been anything she hadn't already felt. She had died so many ways that being raped and then killed wouldn't be too worrisome for her.
Aurelia screamed as he electrocuted her. Her body jolted and tears brimmed from her eyes. As he stopped, she fell limp against the mattress as her body trembled in pain. She gazed up at him and decided to play along, at least if he gave her that decision. "Ok Hunter, though may I ask you something?" She asked him and without waiting for an answer she continued. "Why does a hunter have the powers of a witch?" She asked, her voice was weaker then before and with all the iron surrounding her she wasn't healing as fast as she normally would. She then actually thought over a game they could play. As much as she wanted to just get her death over with, she figured why not have some fun first. She then couldn't help but keep the idea of an alien out of her mind. Gods Aurie keep her head straight. She quickly scolded herself and waited for him to do something to her. She knew that tonight was going to be painful and she just prayed she passed out quickly that way she wouldn't have to deal with the pain too much. Though at this rate she figured he would draw this out for days if he had to.
Aurelia listened to him intently and as he explained everything to her she simply sighed and her eyes grew distant. "A curse. Now I understand why you've condemned us all. Don't blame you really, I was cursed too." She said gently and pain seemed to fill her eyes. "Seventeen, I was only seventeen and I received the curse of death. Not only death, but renewal also. I have lived so many lives I just want to stay dead, but every time I get killed I pop back up and receive a far more crueler death then the one before. I've never lived past twenty-five though. I thought I was going to make it this time also. So close, yet here we are." She said her voice trembled slightly and as she gazed at him, something about him just broke her heart, he reminded her of someone, she didn't know who though. "True love isn't a fantasy either, but it sure does hurt like hell. Especially once you lose them forever." Her gaze had softened and memories from past lives flooded her system and she bit her cheek so she wouldn't cry. She then continued her gaze landing on him. "Go on, do as all of the hunters before you've done, slay the wicked she-devil." She said bitterly and her voice almost cracked. She closed her eyes and prayed that once he did kill her she'd stay dead. She knew he wanted to cause her excruciating amounts of pain and even if her death wasn't fast she just prayed she would stay dead. Aurelia was sick of this game her curse has caused. It's become tiresome and she felt ill on the inside as she laid there. Whether that was from the iron or from something else, it didn't really matter as long as she stayed dead. Death, it was a horrible thing to wish for, however, Aurie has done horrid things in her past heck last night was one of those horrid things, but it didn't seem to matter as she kept receiving second chances.
Aurelia watched him for a moment but as he pulled out his knife she couldn't watch. She wanted to struggle and try and free herself and to live, but she couldn't. She was always doing that, trying to live. Now she wanted to die, she really did and he sliced at her twice. Her hands fell and she opened her eyes and slowly say up, completely shocked. She didn't move as she was too stunned. Then his words hit her and her eyes softened. "The only way for my curse to be broken is for my true love to kill me." She replied and got up from the bed. She gazed at him and her gaze fluttered to the door though she didn't move towards it. In fact she moved towards Artemus and she hugged him from behind. "I'm sorry." Aurie may have had a death wish, but her apology to him was sincere. She didn't care if he did kill her now, he just seemed lonely to her and Aurelia hated seeming people upset. Call her bipolar, but even when her enemy was upset she too felt sad. She slowly felt her strength return to her as she stood with her arms wrapped around a cursed witch hunter. It was one thing if he was just cursed, but Aurelia was hugging a witch hunter. She didn't have any powers that she could truly use as her defense. "I don't understand. Why haven't you killed me?" She asked confused.
Aurelia had released him and gazed at him as he spoke. She had listened to everything he said and found it quite interesting. "In the end I always die, so guess it really doesn't matter how I die." She commented and as he brushed her off she pouted. That was something Aurie liked, attention. Maybe it was due to her siren powers or that she was just female. Then he asked about Variel and Aurelia laughed. She had found herself sitting on the edge of the bed once again. "Oh that's rich. So what do you need with her anyways?" She asked curiously and wasn't sure whether or not she should disclose that kind of information with a hunter even if Variel was just a familiar, she was still Damian's familiar. As Aurelia sat on the bed she stretched and finally her lack of sleep was catching up with her. She laid back, so her legs were still dangling off the edge of the bed. As Aurelia waited for an answer she started to drift off. This wasn't one of her best ideas, but she was exhausted and this bed was the closest one to her. She didn't wait for his reason of wanting Variel before she curled on her side and fell asleep soundly. Even though she wasn't trying to she was playing with fire, she obviously was by now. Aurelia's breath slowed and she slept like a baby.
Aurelia was on the center of the bed and she didn't make much noise. She had a surprisingly quiet rest. No dreams plague her and she barely moved. Though after almost a hour of sleep her eyes started to flutter and she started shaking. Her powers of precognition kicked in and images flashed by. Lights blinded her and nothing made much sense. Booming voices, and something else filled her senses. This feeling that filled her was something she had never felt before. It practically entranced her as her vision grew more vivid she started shifting and her breath grew ragged. She started mumbling in another language and unknowingly she was spilling out details of the coven, if she was speaking a legible language it could've been any hunter's dream. Her heart rate spiked and her vitals went haywire. Her voice didn't seem to belong to herself as she laid there. She repeated one phrase several times, it would've translated to "they will rise." She said this phrase in the foreign language once more before her body went rigid and fell limp against the bed once again. She groaned softly before she shifted into a small ball and fell still and silent once more.
Aurelia seemed quite peaceful. As he shook her gently she groaned and shifted. Her eyes cracked open to gaze at him, though she really didn't hear what he said. She yawned and rubbed her eyes tiredly. She really only heard the end of what he was talking about with the hunters. She lifted herself up so she was sitting up. "Why'd you wake up? I'm sleepy" She complained, almost sounding like a little kid. She may have the title as elder in the coven, but Aurie was still quite childish especially when she was tired. She hadn't really paid much mind to the cruel excitement in his voice as she had been waking up. She hadn't even gotten up from the bed yet as she gazed at him, her eyes were droopy and her posture slacked, but her hair still looked incredible. Aurelia gazed Artemus and realized she didn't know his name. She would've thought more on the subject if she wasn't still half asleep. She gazed at him and realized he had his stuff in his hands. "Are you going somewhere?" She asked curiously, not realizing that was why he had gotten her up, because they were both leaving. Aurelia hadn't even realized that she had a precognition as she slept, so although Artemus had witnessed it, she had no idea it even happened.
Aurelia didn't reply to what he said then he mentioned Variel again she she laid back down and started laughing quite loudly. She finally stopped laughing enough to give him an answer with a cheeky grin resting on her lips. "She lives with a witch." Aurie giggled and found this quite humorous. Variel's brother was a witch hunter while she was a familiar how tragic. "It's quite an interesting family you've got." She then said and almost seemed like she was high. Though in truth it was the herbs from the hunters outside. As Artemus had opened the door fragments of ash wood and basil had drifted in and Aurelia was laying on the bed and her gaze stayed on Artemus. Though almost as soon as the ash wood kicked in so did the basil. Her sight became doted and her body felt numb. "I can't see." She complained even though she was gazing right at him. Her other senses were still intact, but they also seemed to become a bit dotted as the fragments on Basil settled in her system.
Aurelia's next sense that left her was touch. She squirmed uncomfortably as she couldn't feel anything. "Variel is a familiar." She the managed to say though she had lustful desires even without having all of her senses. "Hunter I can't feel anything. What'd you do to me?" She asked him accusingly, not realizing there was a raid assembling outside. All she knew was that she was blind and she couldn't feel anything and she wanted to have sex. Her hearing started to waver on her next. She was losing all of her senses. Though of course her most prominent ones were the first to go. She couldn't do much as she laid their almost going completely senseless. "I don't like this. I can't see. I can't feel. I can barely hear anything. And I want to have sex." Aurelia was quite blunt, but when she wanted something she wasn't afraid to admit it even if it was just because of the ash wood.
Aurelia really couldn't hear much of what he said. Before she even knew what was going on, she was in a body bag. All she heard was dead and she heard banging on the door. She laid still in the bag, but more powdered herbs infected her systems. An urge or rather desire overcame her. She heard that door close and started giggling. She started repeating the phrase from when she was asleep. 'They will rise.' She continued to say it in the foreign language and continued to giggle. "And you all will perish." She finished off cruelly. She then started spouting absolute nonsense from her previous lives, nothing was of great importance, though now she was completely deaf so even if he said something to her, she wouldn't respond. She then went on about the massacre he had described to her earlier. "There was so much blood, I was covered in it, but I didn't kill anyone. I was simply the one the had get the information. Then they cursed someone. It was a bloody massacre. I was too young for that. A bloody massacre." She continued repeating herself and tears fell onto her cheeks, though she made no move to remove them.
Aurelia had stopped talking as instead she had taken up crying over absolutely nothing. Her mind was addled and she felt sick. She was having a reaction to being filled with all these herbs. She was fading. As he picked her up, she knew she was moving but couldn't actually feel his touch. She was then set onto the motorcycle and once again she felt absolutely nothing. Well, almost nothing. The vibrations were evident, though the most prominent was the grew sickness. As he stopped and took her out of the body bad, she looked dazed and although she couldn't hear him it was almost like she knew what he was saying. "I don't feel good." She said simply before falling forwards into him. She was drugged up on so many herbs that it wouldn't be a surprise if there was also iron in the mix. Well there was that and get curse always had a lovely way of kicking in at the worst of times.
Aurelia couldn't hear him at all. As he stuck the needle in her neck she didn't even flinch. Though she felt the cure flood her system and like he said she felt the pain. She had begun to vomit up every poison in her body. Black and crimson swirled into a small pool. Pain laced through her and tears streaked down her cheeks, but slowly her vision and other senses returned to her. Her body was free from all the toxins that the hunters had given her. She gazed at Artemus before easing herself back against the building. "What did you give me?" She asked him curiously, her moment of being high was over and now she wanted to know what was going, at least before she passed out. Although there were witches around, Aurie doubted that anyone would show up to her rescue, no one ever did. At least no one did until Artemus. It was strange how her own allies seemed like complete strangers to her, but her gravest enemy she trusted. Aurelia gazed up at Artemus and pursed her lips. "So hunter do you have a name?" She finally asked.
Aurelia didn't reply. She was tired and just wanted to curl up on her bed, but here she was in an alley, only half awake talking to a witch hunter of all things. She then thought over what she could give him about Variel without risking Damain coming after her. "She's Damian Devereux's familiar. Find him you'll find her. Though you better not go kill either of them otherwise you're going to have some problems." She said tiredly. "As being ok out here by myself. I'll be just peachy. Probably still be here in the morning and I'll wake up with a made migraine, otherwise I should be just peachy." Her words were completely hollow. She knew that she would pass out and no one would pay any mind to her. She may be a high rank member of the coven, but she had been dubbed the disposal one ever since her curse was enacted. "We'll go on leave me alone, I'll be here." She said and sighed softly. She figured that he would leave and with her luck the hunting party would find her. Though she was just too tired to really care.
He was in denial. It was almost humorous as Aurelia knew she wasn't lying. "Deep down you know I'm not lying. I mean I did tell you when I under the influence of all those freaking herbs and crap." She said as she gazed at him. Though before she knew it she was being dragged to her feet. She stumbled into him and struggled to walk after him, the only thing that kept her from falling was his tight hold on her upper arm. She barely made it on the bike without passing out. Though he wrapped her arms around him before she had a chance to. As he held her arms she slid up and nestled into his back. Then the wheeling came and her arms had tightened around him instantly. As they were off she had began to pass out and her arms loosened though stayed around him because of him holding her there. She forced herself to stay awake though, not wanting to be on this thing passed out. She didn't feel safe like that.
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