The Best of Friends Part 8-The Lifting of the Curse

It was dark, candles of ebony surrounded the room. She lit each candle carefully, watching the flames glow and follow her movements. She was sure if they had the chance they would like the black sky tonight. It was just slightly skimpy, a mini skirt and tank top, for the middle of winter, but it was required of her this time.

He walked in with his ceremonial candles. He placed them along her altar, arranging the only white and the ceremonial black in the right arrangement. He took out his cape, fastened it, and turned to her. She gave her nod of approval, and he began. She would've been able to do the ceremony by herself, but he offered to help, so she allowed him. It had been a long day for her, draining her energy, and he had most of his.

With their combined engergies they were able to life the curse. She felt weak quickly afterward, and almost fell to the floor, but he caught her again. She didn't black out, so she was able to lay herself down in bed. He brought her her book of shadows and a pen. She proceeded to write in it. She wrote about how generous he was throughout the day, and also wrote how he helped her in the ceremony.

That night he stayed by her side again, but slept on the floor for he had been sleep deprived a little too long. His thoughts wouldn't leave him alone tonight. He tried meditating, but he couldn't clear his mind long enough. Finally he arose and turned Slipknot on quietly, achieving astral projection shortly after. He found her spirit downtown, just outside the hospitol. He caught up to her shortly, told her to wait for him, then transferred him spirit back to her room. He saw she was completely asleep, then transported himself straight back to the hospitol downtown.

She was still there. She was staring at the door puzzledly, then walked away. He snapped back into his own body and sat up. He rubbed his eyes out of frustration. He dearly hated having premonitions in dreams.

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