A HUGE survey

GENERAL:
(001) Your gender: Female
(002) Sexual orientation: Straight
(003) Single? No.
(004) Do you want to be? Absolutely not.
(005) Your birthday: August 12
(006) Age you wish you were: I'm good with 22.
(007) Your height: 5'4"
(008) The color of your eyes: Hazel
(009) The color of your hair: Dark brown.
(010) Piercings: Ears.
(011) Tattoos: No.

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insane100 :: Big Smoking Thing

"Anima Remitto!"

With a spatter of blood and a phrase, the dark enchantress sealed herself with a mark that ensured her return and laughed in amusement as her persecutors dragged her toward the pyre. They believed they had claimed a great victory in the eyes of their Lord, but oh how very foolish they were.

"Madelyn Hibbins. Brianna Withridge. Countess Marguerite Isobel Thoreaux. You have been found guilty of committing the darkest art -- witchcraft. For this affront against God, I hereby condemn you to burn in the fires of Hell in which you so eagerly seek communion."

Isobel stood tall and proud as she and her friends were sentenced, giggling quietly to herself, even as she felt the heat rising. How very foolish indeed.

"You think this ends with a lick of flame? I sleep but a while. And when the time is appointed, my heir will awaken me. And I will have vengeance!"

Her laughter rose like the smoke that surrounded her, a cackle that brought a murmur through the crowd and parents to pull their children closer. She would return to claim the Stones of Power and take her place as ruler of this world, and then they would pay. All of them would pay.


Lana sat straight up in her bed, eyes wide open and heart pounding. After only a second to catch her breath, she was practically sprinting to the full length mirror on the other side of the room and lifting her shirt to examine her back.

Nothing.

"Oh thank God!"

Those words had never been so sincere.

She crumbled to her knees and stayed there for a few minutes. She knew why she was dreaming about Isobel after all these years. Now that she knew there was more out there, more of the supernatural than she'd seen, of course it would bring everything back to the surface. That was the nature of dreams.

She touched a hand to her shoulder. Maybe she should get that tattoo, the one Sam had. At least then she could remove possession from her list of worries.