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All individuals within the story are above or equal to the age of consent -- US law. (18)
All individuals within the story are fictional; any similarities between person(s) are purely coincidental
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Acknowledgements
I would like to thank Chelsea Fine for the AoA series (Google) showing me about immortalities and curses
I would like to thank Charlotte Abel for the Channie series (Google) showing me about magic and love
I would like to thank Shiggymoto and his literotica Ashley series (check it out), for showing me true love is not always easy... it can be a battle but worth it if you fight hard.
But I would love to thank my sister -- the reason I live each day.
Blurb
David has searched for almost a thousand years for his one true love -- his sister -- Ashleigh.
With unlimited powers they search the earth to be together, but a centuries old curse placed by their mother, to stop their incestuous relationship, means that whenever they are intimate Ashleigh will die; but with immortal blood she will be reborn again.
Trouble is they must be intimate within the first year of her rebirth or else they both suffer immense pain until they do so.
Can they break the curse? Will true love prevail?
Now Ashleigh is back again, but with no memories of her old life or her brother she soon must learn to remember: about herself, her powers, and her love. She has one year.
Chapter 1: Spell book.
England
"David what are you doing? You know that's mother's spell book." Ashleigh whispered behind her brother, creeping up the wooden stairs trying not to make any more excess noise.
"Don't worry sis, I'm not going to steal it; I just want to have a look." He replied, avoiding the last step known to creak.
The two siblings shared a house with their mother, a known witch; it was not a fancy castle like the earl had but it was home. Their father had long since run away leaving their mother to raise the children by herself.
Sure most of the town were scared of their mother believing wild superstition about witches and curses but too scared to directly approach her they, instead, ignored the children and kept their own kids away. Ashleigh and David had no one but each other. Still home was peaceful and quiet and with a witch for a mother their lives were never dull.... Interesting to say the least but never dull.
It was night now and without the discovery of electricity the house was shrouded in darkness, the full moon outside bathed the landing with a soft light; enough to see with but not enough to make the sneaking any easier. Their mother had long ago placed a 'be-light' spell around the house, a weak spell that casts an eerie light down in the main living space.
Ashleigh had always hated the dark sometimes bad enough that she crept into David's bed just for comfort, many a night she crawled under the covers alongside her brother, sleeping much easier with his arm wrapped around her nimble frame.
Luckily there wasn't a storm said night, the power of a witch can increase almost tenfold when nature becomes upset and if that were the case getting even close to the book would mean failure and probably a 'no-leave' curse as a grounding punishment. The soft orange glow radiating from behind the wooden door gave them a target -- the book. Whenever magically active the book would glow an incandescent orange while a soft humming noise hung in the air.
"You know mom has probably cursed her room." Ashleigh whispered as they approached the door.
The door looked like any other millions of wooden doors in the world. No special markings, no objects hanging off. It almost looked as if it had been varnished, the wood, even in the soft white glow of the moon, was shaded a slight tinge of an orange/ red. Blood. More specifically their mothers blood; linking her and the door as one she would always know when the door was entered or even touched by another not her.
David ran his palm inches away over the door, scanning it for any energy signature. "Cursed." He muttered.
"Well we tried." Ashleigh theatrically sighed, spinning on the balls of her feet to turn away.
"Ba, ba, ba..." He whispered catching her hand as she span away; he brought her back to the door.
He placed both his hands inches from the door and in an inaudible voice muttered a counter curse.
"Are you crazy!?" Ashley shouted in a half-whisper "You're trying to counter mom's curse! If she ever finds out you're even trying countering her curses she slap you with a 'pain' curse. You won't have to worry about being grounded you butt is going to be redder than... well something really red."
David smirked at his sisters' quick witty comments. 'Redder than... something really red?'
But joking aside, it was true, going against a curse was forbidden in the house -- *...They're in place for a reason.* Their mother always scolded before a punishment. Going against a protection curse would definitely mean a 'pain' curse, maybe even an actual beating.
But David was determined to see the book. There was no way he could tell his sister for the past fortnight he had dreamt about it; it was calling to him. He continued his muttering. Finally David felt the wild buzzing of energy on the door subside to a quieter, soothing energy of the doors natural energy.
Easy.... too easy... every curse is dependent on the witch who cast it; the more powerful the witch the harder the curse is to counter, and at David's almost no existent power level even calming the energy would be tricky, so how could he have banished it from the door...
The door creaked open, each creak sounding like a bomb going off, too loud; this was a stealth mission. In the corner behind the door shone a soft baby blue light.
"Whoa, what's that?" Ashleigh whispered looking directly at the blue ball floating mid-air.
Unable to see what she was referring to David turned around and saw his sister, bathed in the bright baby blue light. She was dead pretty; her golden hair was now more of a straw colour in the new light while her hazel eyes stared dead ahead. She didn't have the greatest figure in the world but was moderate with enough to please a man's eyes. She was wearing what she called 'comfy clothes', to everyone else they were 'servant hinds'. She wore one of David's white tops with cross stitching around the neck down to the top of her cleavage, un-tucked, of course. And never one for wearing a dress or skirts she wore black trousers that were loose around her legs, her feet were bare and slightly dirty from walking around the house with nothing on.
David sighed, soon gone were the days that he and his sister would be together. She may not know like David did but the whole reason their mother had left for the night was to try and court the girl. Find her someone of rank or nobility and unite the houses through marriage. Soon his sweet, kind and sometimes annoying sister would be marched down the aisle to a man of respect. If she was lucky he would be a kind man who would treat her as the earl and his wife: buy her the most expensive of clothes and jewellery, make love to her not just sex, and take her places that are new and exciting letting each day for her become an adventure. But if she was unlucky and he was not a kind man David could not fathom the pain he would bring to the man for treating his sister wrong.
