Mood:
a-okElijah jumped up and found the jar that she had sent him for. Pulling his personal Dagger from his belt he knelt down next to Auntie and handed her the items. Smiling at him she quickly moved over to Corey, whispering an ancient word a small ball of light bobbed into existence next to her head. She gasped and Elijah let out a small cry as the light revealed Corey laying on the ground his body shredded, Blood running from his eyes , nose and mouth. His intestines lay on his lap a sickly wet pile of raw sausage, the smell of blood and Death filled the air. He lay there with his eyes closed breathing heavily.
“Oh Gods, ..He’s dying. Isn’t he?” Elijah asked as a sickly sweet smell filled the air. He look at his Auntie who had opened the jar, the stone inside was pulsing as she dropped it into her palm.
“Not dying but changing too slowly. I’m afraid I cursed him, the poor boy, he doesn’t know what he’s in for.” She drew the dagger across her hand below the stone, as the blood welled up and the stone seemingly drank it in. “This will help him control the change, I was shown it too late but he will still have problems with the hunger. He will have to kill something every time he changes until he gets used to it.” As she spoke the Stone started a rhythmic beating like a heart. “You will have to watch him, and protect him, there are so few left, and...I won’t be able to do it.” She looked at Elijah and held her hand with the bloody stone beating like a swollen heart. “You must give this to him, He must eat it. Eat it all and swallow it, it is his only choice.”
“Elijah looked between her and Corey, “Auntie what is it? And what are you?”
Don’t Question me boy, I don’t have much time and he has even less Take the damn thing.” Tears were welling up in here eyes.”
