Ugh! Why was she getting all depressed? Liz thought to herself; frustrated that she let herself head down that depressing path.
Just as the sun was setting beyond the trees one Large black SUV came down the dirt drive towards the Octagon House. Liz smiled.
The black SUV pulled up and in the car were two women. When they stepped out of the car, Hattie called out to them, "Heather and Dinah, so glad to see you!"
Heather stepped out of the drivers seat. Her eyes were black, her hair was black, her clothes were black. She looked like she hadn't smiled in years. Her face in an all encompassing frown, she was eerily beautiful. The woman definitely looked like she had resting bitch face thought Erin to herself.
Dinah, was dressed modestly. She wore glasses and almost had the appearance of a book worm or librarian. Her sandy blonde hair was pulled up into a neat bun at the back of her head.
"Finally, we are all here. Glad you could finally join us!" Liz remarked and Myrtle rolled her eyes while Hattie shook her head.
Dinah and Heather appeared to be unbothered by Liz's sarcastic comment.
"Will we be rebuilding the Octagon House, Elizabet?" Dinah asked pushing the glasses higher on her nose.
"Haven't heard that name for a bit. But yes, Dinah we are going to to fix her up! Before it gets dark preferably. I very much would like someplace comfortable to sleep this evening."
"Shall we start now?" Dinah asked.
Liz nodded, "yes."
The women started spanning out while Liz remained where she was. Erin was entranced by what they were doing. It looked like each of the women went to a point on the Octagon House.
Erin could help but realize something. Octagon, eight points, eight sides, eight women. Was that merely a coincidence or something more?
Erin watched Liz mumble some words under her breath. She raised her hands up towards the sky slowly and as she did it almost looked like Erin was watching a movie in reverse. The house was slowly putting itself back together. The last thing that fell from the fire was the first thing to be put right again. Brick by brick the house was reformed.
Erin couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her eyes were bugging out of her head. Who were they? Erin couldn't help but think she never stood a chance. Were they witches?
No, they couldn't be... that kind of stuff didn't exist, right? But as she saw the house being put back again, Erin thought to herself that shouldn't be happening either, but it was.
Erin looked towards Liz or Elizabet...and then back at the house. When it was 100% back to its former glory, the women stopped chanting. Their arms slowly coming back down to rest at their sides. The entire process took about 10 minutes or so.
With the house complete the women slowly headed back to the front of the house and entered the front door.
Myrtle grabbed her ceremonial knife and poking her finger and began walking around the house. "What is she doing?" Erin said not realizing she spoke out loud.
Liz/Elizabet turned and looked at her. "She is sealing the house, putting it under a protection spell of course." Elizabet said as that was the most normal thing in the world to say.
Erin wore a stunned and confused expression on her face. She wasn't quite sure what to make of it all. She merely nodded in response.
Elizabet pulled out the keys to the cuffs and dangled them in front of Erin's face. "Now, if I let you go will you run away again?"
Erin glared at the woman. "No, its not like I could go anywhere. What are you? What was that?"
Elizabet smiled, something hidden behind her easy expression. "Excellent. All in good time. We won't be keeping you in the dark too much longer I don't expect! Give me your hands."
Erin complied. She wasn't compelled, but the handcuffs were starting to irritate her wrists. Elizabet unlocked the cuffs, and looked Erin in the eye, "If you attempt to escape, I will not hesitate to put them back on you. Do you understand?!"
"Yes." Erin nearly spit. Her glare and anger still on her face. Erin rubbed her wrists glad that the cuffs were off. Erin then followed Elizabet into the house. Into the Octagon House. The house that 20 minutes ago was still burning a little.
It felt weird. She glanced around and then reached out for Elizabet's arm, tugging it gently.
Elizabet turned around with one eyebrow cocked, "Yes?"
"If somebody died in the house, would that mean they are alive again too?" Erin paused for a moment. "After that spell or something?"
"From the fire?"
Erin nodded.
Elizabet understood what the girl was getting at. "No."
Erin's eyes got large and she wanted to cry.
Elizabet shook her head. "Our spell wouldn't have given somebody life again, we don't have that kind of power. However, nobody perished in that fire."
Erin let Elizabet's words wash over her. Erin felt like she was going through a rollercoaster of emotions. Her heart going up and down with each new development. She really wished she hadn't gotten up today and it seemed that the day wasn't going to end any time soon.