CHAPTER NINE

August 28 2014, 10 years ago.

ENOCH'S POV

"How are you doing babe?" I ask her as she slowly tries to get up and sit herself on the bed. The blanket falls and I could visibly see the new marks she had. Noticing, she covers herself quickly and looks down embarrassed. I walk towards her bed sitting myself down and stare at her waiting for an answer.

"I'm good. Just a little headache and pain all over my body but it's fine the venefica will be here to heal me and it will be all good." She says still not looking at me. I place my hand on her chin lifting her head her blue eyes looking at me sadly. She  smiles at me takes my hand and places it on her cold cheek.

"Your freezing." I say to her taking the blanket and covering her. I slowly lift her up placing her on my lap and hold her. She snuggles into me placing her head on my chest and closes her eyes. I give her a small kiss on the forehead making her chuckle. She was still jovial despite what she's been going through. She's been having violent nightmares and waking up badly wounded. Sometimes it was as if she had been ran over by a big truck. It was that bad. We didn't know the source of it. Even the powerful witch Agatha didn't but she mentioned something that really puzzled and worried me.

She said she doesn't know who it is but has a feeling that it's someone in our family but whom. I started to think, the first person to pop up was my dad. He was always a sadist and loved giving pain to women. But he also wasn't around but busy with the devil. But still I didn't just leave him like that...he still was a suspect. Then there's Blake and Ivy. Could they really? Blake I don't think so but Ivy. She always was jealous of Anna since the first day she set foot in our castle. She gave her death glares at parties dinners events, talked rudely and always complained about her. But the question is, can she go as far as hurting her like this? I didn't want to believe in it. She was my adorable little sister. 

But there was a terrible thing I did and still live to regret till this day. I tried to tell her it was just a misunderstanding but she didn't want to hear any of it. She's been bitter of our relationship with Anna because of what we did... what I did. Anna didn't know yet and I didn't want to stress her more especially now that she was carrying my first child. I had Agatha and her two other witch sisters chant healing spells to Anna every morning and night. It helped her and the baby a lot and also to buy me enough time to find who is behind this. Tear there fucking head off their body.

"Baby?" Anna's frail voice brings me back to reality as I turn to her humming, "hmmm?"

"We've never decided the baby's name. We know it's a boy."  Before she could continue the door opens and Agatha together with her sisters enter.  I gently place Anna back in bed kissing her head once more and step back to let the witches do their thing. Anna slowly pull away the covers revealing her big baby bump under the silk night gown she was wearing. I smile at how beautiful she was and she smiles back. She lies down on her back and closes her eyes as the chants start. The room gets suddenly dark, a pink light illuminating the darkness. The air gets heavy and theirs strong wind despite the windows being closed. After what seemed like 30min, the chants stops and I turn towards them. I see Agatha placing her hand on Anna's forehead feeling her temperature and turns to me worried.

I quickly head over to a sleeping Anna as I turn to Agatha waiting for an update. She signals for her sisters to leave and they do.

"So, how is she? I ask her impatiently.

"I'm sure you've felt how cold she is."

"Yes. Is it supposed to mean anything serious? Maybe she has a fever." I say trying to sound optimistic.

"No. It's not fever. If it was that the healing ritual we just did would have made it go away." She pauses but still maintains a serious eye contact with me. "It's the other type of coldness." She says and I could tell she was beating around the bush.

"Spit. It. Out Agatha." My voice getting impatient and angry.

"She's dying."

Her words hits me hard and I feel my heart sink. I stare at her not believing a word she said but she was dead serious. I look over at Anna. She was still sound a sleep but her breathing was slow and steady. As if it was getting hard for her to breathe.

"I'll leave you to it." Agatha says placing her hand on my shoulder and gives it a little squeeze as she leaves closing the door behind her. In my kneeling position, I bury my head on Anna's chest as I start to sob bitterly rubbing her baby bump gently. I wasn't the type of guy who cries often.  Because I was taught that crying was for the weak and I wasn't weak but in this situation I was. I couldn't save her even if I tried. I feel her small soft hand rubbing my hair. I loved when she did that.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying? She asks concerned. I don't lift my head instead I bury my it deeper. Not wanting to be the one to break the news to her.

"Is it about me dying?" She asks making me turn to face her.

"I heard Agatha say it." She continues not bothered about it at all.

"Aren't you sad about it?" I ask looking at her dead in the eye. She smiles at me and places her hand on my cheek making me to shiver due to her being so cold. She tries to remove it but I gently press it more deeply.

"It's okay. I already knew I was going anyway. But it doesn't mean I'm not sad about it. I am but there's nothing we can do." I try to talk but as if reading my mind she says, "Agatha tried her best. If she says there's nothing that can be done then there's none." It's quiet for a moment until her sweet chuckle echoes in the room.

"I just remembered how my death looks exactly like my favourite horror film. A nightmare in elm street. How ironic." She continues to laugh to herself but I didn't join in. How could I? I was losing the love of my life together with that of my unborn child. I could tell she was trying to make things easy for me and I couldn't blame her. I watch her quietly. Staring at her like it was my first time seeing her. I was taking in every inch of her body, her mesmerising blue eyes, plump soft lips and gorgeous pregnant body. She had gotten plumper due to the pregnancy making her more beautiful than she already was. She had suggested to be cremated because she didn't want to a tree to be cut making her coffin. Such a sweetheart.

I gaze at her seeing she's eyeing my lips. I cross the small distance between us and gently crush my lips into hers. The kiss was soft and gentle not rough like the ones we gave each other during the best days of our lives. I taste something salty and pull away seeing she had started to cry. Standing up I enter the bed. Slowly pulling her body towards mine cuddling her. We stay silent only her soft breathing filling the quiet room.

"I love you." It comes out like a whisper but I definitely heard it.

"I love you too. Always." I say as I kiss her forehead. We stay like that until morning comes. I open my eyes and quickly shift my attention to her. I could not hear her breathing anymore. Knowing she was long gone I quietly cuddle her lifeless body. Pressing it hard on mine. The doors open to reveal the morticians who are going to take care of her body. Saying my last goodbyes, I let them take her as I'm left in the room. Alone.