Old Gods and Older Magic, R, Teddy/James

[supreme_being81]

Title: Old Gods and Older Magic
Rating: R
Pairing: Teddy/James
Warning: Blood, character death, angst
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Unbeta'd. Written for the hp_nextgen_fest drabble challenge, with the prompt Ghost.

 

 

He was ready. The markings were perfectly scored into the warped, old wood that called itself flooring. The red candles burned strongly in the stuffy room. The blood in the bowl was fresh, poured from his own wrist, a sacrifice to an Old God and even older magic. The whispering of the wind outside mixed with the lyrical cadence of words that spilled from his lips, words from an almost lost language found in a forbidden book that he found during one of his trawls through his family library.

 

As his voice rose, louder and louder, echoing in the sudden silence, the candles guttered and went out, plunging the room into darkness.

 

“Teddy. Teddy love, what are you doing? This is wrong. Necromancy is wrong. You know it is.” The voice brought tears to Teddy's eyes, his throat felt tight, his breath cut off.

 

“James? James, is that you? I'm so sorry. I never meant for it to happen, please, please forgive me. I miss you so much. I don't.....I don't know how to go on. All I can think of is finding a way to get you back. To see you again. I can't go on like this, I need you James. James.....I'm coming. Wait for me, I'm, coming.”

 

James' watched fearfully as Teddy brought the ceremonial dagger, the very sharp ceremonial dagger to his throat, moving it quickly, slicing open his neck and allowing the blood to pour quickly from his throat. His ghostly fingers reached forward, trying to grip Teddy's wrist, trying to stop him. It was no good.

 

James bent down by Teddy, looking into his eyes as the spark of life faded.

 

“Jamie?” Teddy's voice sounded scared.

 

“It's okay Teds. I'm with you now, Love, I'll take care of you.” Teddy reached out and took hold of James' hand, squeezed it once and smiled as they faded out of sight.