Thorn Briar cemetery, Belltower, Virginia. Population exceeding those who live there. The place was old. Very old!
"My gravestone is over here. It appears they neglect to mow."
Rosalita Montoya, still inhabiting her teenage daughter Isabel's body found it intimidating to locate her own grave after three years since being laid to rest. Her spirit possessing her daughter currently by permission was hurrying for a very good reason. She missed her baby Serena, buried at her mother's feet after dying with Rosa during childbirth. So, not her fault! Cancer was a horrible thing to live with even worse to die from. Serena an unexpected surprise during her battle suffered the situation, yet Rosa refused to not give her baby a fighting chance. Even if Rosa perished, there was a hope that Serena would survive. Forbidding chemo or drugs that might harm her child only committed her to a death sentence. Rosa was like that, fiercely loyal. For all the good it did.
Seven months carried and complications immediately arose. Her roots in Brujeria witchcraft Rosalita realized that she had been cursed for abandoning her coven. In her dying days she cursed them right back, for all the good it did. Strength in numbers defeated that spell. Her fate going from bad to worse. Rosa's husband Luis enrolled in the Army going overseas without her, only back for her funeral then turning on his living children because of their Bruja taint. Love was quickly forgotten as he knelt next to baby Serena's plot. She deserved a life. Instead, she was taken from him by those he had taken Rosalita away from. Cursed himself in a different manner. He had to endure life knowing he could never love again. Hatred of his existing children even more. Evil worked in mysterious ways.
"There, momma." Isabel spoke out through her brother Rico's voice, his very body that she co-existed within. A directional point lured the eyes of their newfound friends Erin Parrish and Kyra Whimsey. Following behind at a respected distance they waited until mother and children held each other's hands over a less than tended site. Grass overgrown around the headstone, while the rest of the cemetery was well groomed. Rico hated the situation; it was as if they were spitting on his mother's grave. "They cannot even pull the weeds."
"It is okay Jiho. It is as life intended. For all to be lost in the end."
"No mother, it is wrong, the caretakers neglect you and Serena. I will not have it." Rico broke their hand hold and dropped to his knees to start tearing at weeds, making a respectable path to be able to view the small stones. Erin seeing his strife joined him on her knees and assisted in pulling dandelions and crab grass away from the final resting place. "Gracias, Erin! Your friendship means everything to us." Isabel spoke for her brother. "Rico blesses you as well."
Smiling at them although a shared mind Erin rubbed Rico's arm as a good boy moment then stood to rejoin Kyra. Clinging to Isabel's physical body out of support for her mother Rosalita within Kyra was gently emotionally invested. Both women were a very welcomed comfort these days. Rosa knew her children were in good hands. Thankfully her fatality curse did not carry to her eldest children. Of course, look what happened to Izzy, her nearly dying at the hands of a demonic Baphomet. Rico going to jail leaving her all alone to suffer his mistake did not help, it only freed her up to be taken. It was obvious hatred was following her family still.
Even as weeds were pulled it was obvious, they were growing back equally as fast. Erin sighed at that pointless act the second she witnessed the grass even grow brown in spots, dead and dying to join those below. Sad how that all worked out. "At least in dying the grass will not obstruct the view of our names." Rosalita murmured, Kyra pouting at the sadness of it all.
Rico still on his knees placed his hands on the headstone of his mother, and the footstone of Baby Serena. He wasn't certain why he was doing so but it felt right. Indeed, it was! In the bright daylight the subtle sight of a blue aura was missing to the naked eye. The bonding sigil that he and Izzy shared was now bonding with family. Strengthening their commitment to one another, almost as if fighting for them, the curse long cast cancelling out beneath its isolation within the sigil itself. Rico had no idea, nor did Izzy, especially blind in her tears Rosalita. The grass was now going from brown to green again, the only telltale sign. That was enough.
"What just happened?" Kyra flared her eyes pointing at the soil.
"I do not know." Rosalita shrugged, "Forgiveness, perhaps?" She truly did not want to question it.
"Did you do anything just now Rico?" Erin knelt down touching the grass. In doing so her necklace Gemma lit up. Rico noting it, a perfect diversion to prevent him from looking up Erin's skirt. Her vagina peeking out from between slightly parted knees became magnetic to a male. It was hard to miss unless attention was lured elsewhere.
"Your necklace glows." He pointed out lifting up in order to stand and be a man, not a perve. That and the fact Isabel told him to stop staring. There could be no hiding selfishness when two minds were sharing the same brain.
"Is it?" Erin lowered her chin to her chest and clutched her stone. "What's wrong Gemma? Did we upset some balance?" The glow quickly faded. "A warning, maybe?"
"It could very well be." Rosa sighed, "The grass growing green again combats the rot. The spell my former coven established is not happy for their handiwork being distilled. I think we should finish our business here and go. A moment with my baby please."
"Of course!" Both Erin and Kyra stepped away. Rico upright hugged their mother and stepped back around twenty-five feet to stand guard if you will, arms held at the wrist behind him. The cuffs a reminder that he and Izzy were still bound.
Kneeling, Rosalita delicately laid down her flowers and closed her eyes before releasing them. A mumbled spell cast through Isabel's lips made certain her flowers did not wilt upon contact with the ground even after this new grass had grown. "Hello, my baby. Momma is here. Well, I suppose I have never left, my body still resides above you. My spirit has however moved away. Yours remains here. Forgive my stepping away I had to check on your brother and sister. Yes, I know I am your sister at the moment. How confusing it must be for you Mija. I kneel here within her to be near you again. Yes, it is wrong. Yes, her skirt is far too short." Not as if Serena even knew what a dress was, this was merely Rosalita conversing the only way she knew how.
"I will lay here beside you once more for a short while." Stretching out on her side without concern of appropriateness Rosalita left her daughter's body, her spirit drifting down into the ground until seeking a temporary refuge in her baby's tiny casket. As a spirit it was possible to morph in size to fulfill a pact. Coddling the bones of her daughter Rosa sang an unheard lullaby, a union of spirits it was as if she could feel her child snuggling up. Such beauty!
"My body is vacant I think." Izzy told Rico. "Mom left me laying sprawled out." Indeed! Now an empty vessel Isabel's body was stirring in its zombie like state. Stretching further onto her back her own legs went wide exposing a bloody twat, her tampon needing changed again. "Quit staring at my... "
"We stare sister! My eyes are yours, how can I not?"
"Right! Just don't lust for me. I couldn't take that again after Vienna forcing us to have sex together."
"As if I had a choice in that. We must get past that dishonor."
"Not dishonor. It was wrong yes, but I have to say you were darn good brother."
"Stop it! Do not contradict yourself." He nearly laughed, "No more sister! I cannot, now that I am betrothed to Portia."
"Betrothed? You're not married yet. You don't even know how her parents are going to react. You may end up in jail again."
"You will be my cellmate. It is not as if we can be separate forever."
"Mom could just hang out in me until we get out. If it came to that."
"Let us think positive Izzy. I want to be there for Portia."
"What if I want a boyfriend? This is just nuts, Rico."
"One step at a time. Baby steps!" As if a wave of psionic energy the ground beneath them vibrated. Looking over at Erin and Kyra talking it was obvious that only the siblings felt such a wave of chemistry.
"What caused that?"
"No idea sister. The curse of mother's coven perhaps resisting us. You too have Bruja in you."
"So do you, but yes, I know female witches are much more powerful. Rico? You do know that Portia carries your baby, your DNA. It too with be born half witch."
