Ginny & James The End?

girl walking through a beam of light in an abandoned warehouse

So The End? Or is it? This is it now, the end of Ginny & James’s love story. Only, just this one part didn’t really seem to wrap it up for me. I mean, there are 3 people in this love story so it would make sense for 3 people to unravel the story of how we reached the final chapter, wouldn’t it? This is part one, the beginning of the end. Will Ginny get the closure and love that she has been searching for, for centuries? Or will she go down in a fiery end at the hands of her one true love? Check out the previous parts to follow this story from its first post.  A love Long Lost, I Felt You Before I Knew You and You Will Be Mine.

Ginny & James: The End.

Her fingers curled through her hair, Ginny was so tempted to make herself visible so the terrified creature in her clutches knew exactly who she was up against. But exposing herself to Cassie would ruin all of her plans. Inhaling the sweet scent of fear rolling from the hairdresser’s body caused ripples through her soul. It was now. The time was now and she was ready. Ginny just had to bide her time a little longer before the final act.

For centuries, Ginny had wandered this revolting planet. Seeking solace in the misery of others, their deaths easing her heartache slightly before the taste disappeared and she was left thirsty for more bloodshed, death and fear. It warmed her soul to think of all the pain she had caused to others. Why should she be the only creature suffering for eternity? Humanity is the scourge of existence and she for one wants to cause as much damage as possible.

Turning her focus back to the auburn-haired soul in her clutches she drank in the fear from her eyes and closed her own as she fed off her. She was yet to come across anyone who could stand up to her. Each pathetic excuse for a human turned into a whimpering sorry state at the mere thought of their slightest fears. Exactly like Cassie is now. Ginny opened her eyes, now a flaming red colour as the fear coursed through her veins and fixed them onto Cassie who was frantically trying to see who was putting her through this agony.

She was a feisty one was Cassie, Ginny thought. We’re both fighting for the same man, yet only one of us will win and it definitely won’t be the tiny human girl. But then something piqued her attention and Ginny’s focus shifted. Something was wrong she could feel it. Like the air being sucked out of her body the fear she fed on, the fear she needed to help her push through to victory was being expelled from her body. Not that she was in her mortal form, but she couldn’t change if she hadn’t recharged.

Now it was Ginny’s turn to spin around confused. Who? What? She hissed as she felt the last tug of misery leave her soul. She had never felt like this before. Stunned and confused Ginny retreated until she could figure out what was happening to her and recover from this new and unexpected attack and that’s when she saw it.

James, the coven and her prey, Cassie all stood in front of her. Ginny felt the rage explode from her form as soon as she realised what had happened. It had been a trap and she never saw it coming. Her mind flashed back to that day the coven stole James from her. The pain, the hurt, the torture of losing her soul mate was too much and she destroyed an entire continent in its aftermath trying to find some sort of peace and solace. But the only thing that helped her was fear. That and burying the green heart where no one could ever find it.

But right now before her, stood an army and beating in its core was her heart. Power like she could only dream of but never harness. Power to take and destroy Ginny in a heartbeat. Inhaling the damp, overwhelming scent of the abandoned warehouse on the route out of town, Ginny thought how ironic it was that her days would end here. In a scene reminiscent of the day she was born into Marilliou, to become a goddess of fear, this forlorn building, a crumbling shell of a once majestic empire was almost a carbon copy of the one she received her calling in all those lifetimes ago.

Bowing her head she summoned all those that had gone before her. Marilliou priestesses far and wide to come to her and help her fight. Ginny was the last remaining one of her kind and she needed her sisters before her to stand any chance against the coven. They already knew how to hold back their fears from her, she could feel them doing it now. As much as she tried penetrating their circle she couldn’t find a way in. The fear locked away somewhere she couldn’t reach it. A well run dry to remain barren forever. And at the forefront of the coven was James, her beloved.

She had fallen for him again. He won her affection. Told her what she wanted she wanted to hear. She could feel herself regaining the power she knew she could only reach when joined with her soulmate. This was her happy ending. But James wasn’t her James anymore. Blinded by love and prophecy, James had played her and instead of the coven stamping all over her heart, it was now bruised with James’ footprints.

Ginny lifted her head, her eyes heavy, body drained as they continued to expel every last ounce of fear from her and looked him in the eyes. Cold, dead eyes. In which he reciprocated as they locked onto each and held their gaze. If this was a fight to the death, Ginny wasn’t going to let him see her defeated. She would go down in a fiery hell and take as many as the coven, and Cassie if she could with her. If she couldn’t have James then neither could Cassie.

But James held her gaze. Unwavering, unblinking, just motionless. Her eyes locked onto hers. His fingers intertwined with the delicate gold chain entrusted to secure the green heart. And there they stayed for the longest time. Staring, waiting. Watching.

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  1. This grips you! I love how you write, I’m always left wanting more! Thanks so much for sharing with #Blogstravaganza xx