Jake Matthews stands tall in the master bedroom where Reagan is sleeping in the large king size bed. He looks at the woman sleeping and zips up his pants, his hand still bloody from where Agatha stabbed him years ago. He can't help but feel turned on by the woman in the bed. Part of himself hates that he is betraying Penny, but he still has needs and she can't satisfy them anymore. He turns around when he hears someone else move into the room. In front of him, is his wife, Penny, who is burnt to a crisp as Agatha torched her with a fire ball. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't recognize the individual in front of him but he was there when his wife died, so he knows that it's her. He moves closer to her.
"I'm sorry," he says to her, as his eyes move away from her unidentifiable face. "I…I just had too…"
Penny Matthews doesn't say anything. The figure, looks at him for a second. He can see a single fear fall down her scolded face. She then turns around and disappears from the room. Jake runs his hand through his hair and sighs. He looks back at Reagan, who starts to stir in her sleep. Jake turns back around and quickly leaves the room, disappearing into the air like Penny did.
Reagan suddenly jolts up in her bed, a light sweat on her forehead. She looks around the bedroom for a moment as she comes out of her fog from being a sleep. That's when it hits her: she feels dampness between her legs. She hasn't had any sort of sexual wet-dream in years; she's far beyond her puberty years.
"I must have had some dream," she says to herself as she pulls the blankets closer to her, as she suddenly gets a chill over her body. As she lays back down, she thinks back to how she has felt like someone was watching her in the house. "I need to stop this," she says to herself. "I'm fine. Everything is just fine. There is no one watching me."
The only thing left for her to do is believe the words that she is saying to herself. She lays her head back down on the pillow and tries to go back to sleep.
"Don't try to open your eyes," Maverick tells Belinda, who is still laying on the sofa after being shot by a crossbow from one of the witch hunters. As he looks at his wife, he can tell that unless there is a miracle, her time is quickly coming to an end. He hates that she is going to leave him; he wishes there was something that he could do to prevent this from happening. It is too soon for her to leave him, especially under these conditions.
Belinda's eyes open a little bit more and she gives him a quick grin. "You're so handsome," she whispers to her husband. "I hope you know, Maverick, how much I adore you."
"I do know Belinda," he says back to her, realizing that she is starting to say her goodbyes. "I love you more than the earth, moon and sun. You're my everything. Please, please, don't leave me."
Belinda squeezes Maverick's hand. "No matter what happens Maverick," she whispers back to him. "You have to know that I will always be with you. Nothing will ever truly separate us."
"Can I get you anything? Anything at all my love?"
"I want to see Vix," she says back to him. "I want to see my brother."
Upstairs, Agatha and Vix open all the drawers in the spell room and seek anything that could help Belinda's wound. Agatha sighs when she doesn't see anything that could assist in saving Belinda's life. If only they had more time, she could come up with something to save Belinda's life.
She looks over at Vix, who is pale and stressed. She can read him like a book; he's trying to be strong but he's really on the brink of losing it because Belinda is slowly dying. She hasn't seen something like this in years, but it seems like yesterday when it surrounded her. It has never got easier and it never will; losing one of your own is extremely difficult.
"I don't see anything in here," Agatha finally says to him, not sure what she should say to him. "Did you find anything, Vix? If only we had more time to put something concrete together."
"Not a damned thing," he sternly says back to her. He turns to her and looks at her with a hint of desperation in his eyes. "Can you cast a spell to save her? There must be something you can do to save my sister?"
"I wish I could…"
"Oh, I get it," he cuts her off. "You want her to die because my sister stole your husband! You never did get over that, did you? That's why you've always hated her."
Agatha shakes her head. "No, Vix, that's not true. It's simply not true. I can't…"
"Like hell it isn't. You're happy all of this is happening. Well, let me tell you something, Agatha, if my sister dies, I will make sure you…"
Before he can finish his sentence, Ambrose enters the room and looks at the two of them. "What's going in here?" she asks them, sensing the tension between the two of them. "Never mind that, Vix," she doesn't give them the chance to respond. "Belinda is asking for you, you should go downstairs …"
Vix doesn't respond; he shoots Agatha one final glare before he rushes out of the room. Ambrose looks at her mother. "What was that all about?"
Agatha moves a piece of her hair behind her ear. "It was nothing," she quickly replies. "Vix was upset because I told him I couldn't cast a spell to save Belinda. What he doesn't realize is that we can't cast spells to save each other. It's not something we are able to do."
"I know that," Ambrose agrees with her mother. "It's one of the first things you learn when casting spells."
"He's just upset, not that I blame him. When faced with death, we can say and do abnormal things," Agatha tells her daughter as she moves closer to her and puts her arm around Ambrose. "How are you holding up? This can't be easy for you."
Ambrose feels her eyes swell with water. "It's not easy, not at all," she replies to her mom. "I can't believe that she's dying. I really can't believe it…"
"It's the most unfortunate turn of events," Agatha says trying to comfort her daughter. "I just hope Belinda feels a sense of peace before it is her time."
"Hey, I came as soon as you called, are you okay?" Axel asks Reagan as he moves into the house where Reagan is living. "It's pretty late."
Reagan tried to go back to sleep after she woke up from her dream but her mind kept racing about the recent events that she has been experiencing in the house from the feeling of being watched to her weird wet dream, thus she couldn't sleep. She knew that Axel would want to come over if he was awake and luckily, he was. She likes that she has a friend she can rely on.
"I couldn't sleep," she admits to him as he turns to face her. "I guess I've been feeling a little off the last day or so."
"You didn't mention anything earlier when we saw each other," he replies to her, hoping that everything is okay with her.
"I know, I didn't think any of it," she says back to him. "I know it must sound silly…"
"No, not at all," he tells her as he moves up to her and pulls her into a hug. "I think it's kind of natural to be feeling off after learning that you're living in the house where some of the murders occurred. I think it would throw anyone for a loop. Plus, you're still living on this Island, which is very new to you."
They exit their embrace and she looks at him with a smile on her face. "How did I know that you'd make me feel better?" she asks him. "You're just what I needed tonight."
He looks into her eyes and then moves in slowly and kisses her. They part and he looks into her eyes again. "That's funny, because I couldn't sleep either."
"And why is that?" she asks him, as they still look into each other's eyes.
"Because I couldn't stop thinking about this," he says as he kisses her again. The kiss turns passionate, and he finds his hands moving up her nightgown and pulling down her panties. The move causes her to pull back and look at him. "Sorry, too soon?" he asks her, lust fill his eyes.
She doesn't respond with words, instead, she pulls him in for another heated kiss and she starts to unbutton his shirt.
"I'm right here Belinda," Vix tells his sister as he kneels beside her on the sofa. "I'm never going to leave your side."
Belinda smiles a little at her brother's words. She struggles to open her eyes, but she does for a moment as she looks at her brother. "You look so much like our father did," she whispers back to him. "You know he would be so proud of the man you've become, Vix."
"He would be proud of you too Belinda," he replies to her, trying not to get choked up. "I'm so very proud of you. You're the best sister anyone could ask for."
A single tear runs down her cheek. "I wish I had done more for you. I wish I had taught you more and we had spent more time together. I wish…"
"You don't have to wish for anything else Belinda," he stops her and pushes some of her red hair out of her face. "Our lives together have been nothing short of amazing. We have been so unstoppable."
Belinda smirks at him. "I just want you to keep on going the way you have been. Please don't let anything get in the way of your life or your dreams."
"I won't Belinda, I will live up to your honour, I promise you," he says, not able to stop himself from letting a tear run down his face. "I'm so sorry that this happened to you. This is my entire fault."
"This isn't your fault," she corrects him. "This is just my time…"
"I don't want you to go…"
"I love you Vix, I always will love you," she says to him. "I don't have much time left … and there's one more thing I really want to do."
"What is it? You know I will do anything for you…" he says to her, as he wipes her face.
"I need to see Agatha. I want to talk with her," she replies to him, as Vix's face goes stone cold.
"That was amazing," a naked and sweaty Axel says as he tries to catch his breath, moving from on top of Reagan to next to her in the king size bed. He is still in heaven knowing that he just made love to her for the first time; he had longed for this moment since he first met her and now, it's happened. He only hopes that it's the first time of many times that this occurs. The experience of making love to Reagan was more than Axel ever could have asked or hoped for. Reagan looks over at him and puts her hand on his sweaty, toned torso. "You can definitely say that again," she smiles to him. "Looks like neither one of us could sleep because we both had the exact same need tonight."
"I hope I was able to satisfy that need for you," he winks over at her.
"You did," she grins back to him. "This isn't crazy is it?"
"What? You and I having sex? Why would that be crazy?"
"Well, we did just meet. I hope you don't think that I do this sort of thing often," she says back to him, knowing that she hasn't been with that many men in her past. She's always taken pride that she hasn't had that many sexual partners before.
"I don't think of you like that at all," he replies to her. "Truth be told, I haven't been with that many women. This island is pretty small, so it's almost an everyone knows everyone kind of situation. That's why I was so drawn to you when you showed up, you're so beautiful."
She leans in and gives him another kiss. "You're so good to me."
He smiles back to her and moves her body closer to his. As he holds her, the ghost of Jake Matthews enters the room and watches the two of them. Axel turns his head to the doorway of the bedroom and sees the bloodied man standing there. He jumps up in bed startled to see Jake Matthews standing in the room, causing Reagan to jump as well.
"What is it?" she asks him, concerned by his quick movement, noticing his eyes stare at the doorway.
Jake looks at Axel and moves his finger to his lips, telling him not to say anything. Axel looks at Jake and then over at Reagan. He knows that she can't see the ghost, but he also realizes that now Jake can tell his mother how far things have progressed with him and Reagan.
"Nothing," he lies to her. "I thought I heard something, but it was nothing."
Reagan looks at him with concern. "Are you sure you're okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"Yea, yea," he says laying back down. "I'm fine. Everything is absolutely perfect."
"Okay, because there's something I wanted to talk to you about," she admits to him, as he arches his eyebrow. "Did you ever get the chance to talk to your mother? About the picture I found of her in the attic here, I mean?"
"Actually no," he replies to her. "I went home to talk to her but she was rushing off to Mayne Island."
"What's on Mayne Island that your Mom needed to attend to so late at night?" Reagan asks him, curious by his admission.
"I don't know all the details," Axel admits to her. "But my sister is there right now because her father lives there. I'm guessing there was some kind of situation where my mother was needed."
"Well, I hope everything is okay."
"So do I," Axel replies to her. "So do I."
Agatha looks at Belinda's pale face and gulps a little. She hasn't seen a witch in this kind of a shape in a very long time. The sight of Belinda takes her back to the Salem witch trials where many of her friends and family members were tortured and then killed. Regardless of the history she has with Belinda, this is the very last thing that Agatha wanted to happen; in fact, she wouldn't wish this on any witch.
"I'm here Belinda," she finally says to the woman who had an affair with her husband years ago. "They told me you wanted to see, so I'm here."
"Agatha," Belinda slowly whispers, her speech getting slower. "Thank you for coming here."
Agatha uneasily smiles at her. "Of course, Belinda. I'm a bit surprised that you didn't want to see Maverick or Vix."
"They know how I feel already," she says back to her, her eyes never opening. "But you, you don't know how I feel about you and I wanted you to know what is in my heart because I won't get another chance."
"I'm listening," Agatha says back to her.
"I hope you know, Agatha," Belinda says to her slowly. "That I never meant to cause you any harm. I never wanted you to be hurt with my relationship with Maverick. And for whatever this is worth now, I am sorry."
Agatha feels her heart break inside her chest and her eyes swell with water. She tries to control herself because she is not one that gets emotional very often. But listening to Belinda, on her deathbed, apologize for any wrong doing she had in the affair is tough for Agatha to hear. It's what she has longed to hear for so long and now that it is, it's difficult to grasp.
"I appreciate that very much Belinda," Agatha replies to her. "I, too, am sorry for anything that I may have said or done to you in the aftermath of the affair. I know that I've been angry and bitter about this for a long time it's just that…"
"We both love Maverick," Belinda finishes her sentence. "And what is not to love? Just know that all these years, I've respected you a great deal for the way you carry yourself and your wisdom as a witch."
"And I realize that Maverick loves you very much Belinda," Agatha finally acknowledges to her. "How else can you explain how long you two have been together, and for what it's worth, I really am sorry that this has happened to you."
Ambrose, Maverick and Vix gather behind Agatha and they all look at Belinda as they realize that her time has come. Belinda opens her eyes one final time and looks at Maverick. "I love you," she whispers before she shuts her eyes one final time.
Vix and Maverick look at each other in horror before Vix quickly storms out of the house. "Vix!" Ambrose calls out after him, rushing into past Maverick.
Agatha stands up and looks at Maverick, who has his face in his hands. She moves up to her ex-husband and puts her hand on his shoulder. "I'm so very sorry for your loss, Maverick. If there's anything that I can do…"
"There is nothing," he says coldly back to her as he leaves the room and moves into his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
Agatha turns and looks at Belinda's dead body. She can't believe that Belinda and her made amends on her death bed. If only, she thinks, that they had done this years ago. "Things could have been so different," she whispers to herself. "So very different."
Vix rushes to the side of the house, where he sees the remains of the three witch hunters. There's nothing left but their bones because the flesh eating ants ate the rest of their bodies completely. He kicks one of the skulls and it flies into the forest.
"Ahhhhhh!" he screams in frustration over his sister's death. He hates that his sister is dead, and why? Because some fucking witch hunters found them and killed her. He wishes that all witch hunters would die the same kind of painful death that his sister just had to do. Moreover, he hates that Belinda wanted to see her before she died. Agatha, he thinks to himself, is somehow responsible for all of this happening. Agatha is the bitch that came here and was snarky with his sister. Agatha is the bitch that refused to cast a spell to save his sister.
"Agatha is the reason you are dead, Belinda," he says to himself, as Ambrose approaches him. She freezes when she hears him start to speak. He doesn't see the younger girl there, listening to every word he speaks. "But I promise you, this won't go unpunished. I vow that I will make Agatha Watkins pay for everything she ever did to you Belinda. By the time I'm done with Agatha, she will wish she never met me. And that's a promise I will keep. Mark my words," he says, as Ambrose wonders what he is going to do to her mother.
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