The Enchantress

Mrs grace walked out of the cemetry. An umbrella was over her head which was held by her personal guard, to prevent the drizzling rain from touching she walked towards an expensive car with the driver waiting readily at the door for her. it was opened when she got close to the door. She slipped into the warm expensive interior of the comfy car and the door was shut softly. She removed her recommended glasses and placed it on her laps. Her long jet black hair was shiny and tied into a bun. A single strand not out of place.

The car glided smoothly into the dark streets leading to her mansion located in the suburbs of the city.

Today was a sad day for her. The day her twin daughters died In a plane crash which took place a year ago. Life could be cruel sometimes. Her husband Damian had left her months ago despite their previously " crazy in love kind of life". 45 years old mrs grace was sad and always dejected, she had very few friends, barely smiled. The richest and youngest woman in Miami, men greatly sought after her, she never had the time for that anyways. She sigh and rubbed the diamond ring on her finger. It wasn't just any ring. It was her special ring, never left her finger ever since her mom had given it to her on the day of her wedding with Damian. She caressed it sadly, wishing she could have her happy life once again.

Suddenly.... her ring began to glint. A line of shiny silver light began to glint off from her ring, silver dusts falling off and fading away. She widen her eyes in shock. It only happened once in a lifetime. And it meant only one thing, she had found a pure breed, another lady, capable of bearing her enchanting powers.

"Stop here!" She told the driver and the car stopped immediately. The door was opened seconds later by her personal guard who was in another car and trailing behind. she stepped out and the umbrella was raised above her head again. She looked around the dark street. Her ring was pointing an arrow like silver light towards a direction. With the umbrella over head, Mrs grace walked towards where the light was pointing to. The light was only visible to her, no one else could see it. Her black heels made click-clark sounds as she walked towards the direction of the pointing light. It was leading her to a large refuse dump.

"Mrs grace?..." The guard called in concern, discomforted by the foul smell emanating from the waste site. She ignored his protests and continued walking closer to it. she stopped as she saw a shocking sight in front of her.

A beautiful lady, lying on the cold floor with her body battered up in bruises, clothes torn apart and bloodstains on her skirt. Her long hair was in disarray on her face, She looked as though she was dead. The rain had drenched her and her clothes stuck to her body. The silver light from the ring sparkled on the young lady for a while before gradually fading. Mrs grace placed a palm over her mouth in pity. Her guard looked at the sight in shock. How did she know there was a lady lying here?. They were faraway from the waste site. Well he knew Mrs grace well enough to know she ain't just any woman. He knew there had always been something special about her

"Check if she still breathes" Mrs grace says and collects the umbrella from him. He reluctantly squats and place two fingers on the girl's wet and bruised neck. He looked up at mrs grace.

"She's breathing.... very faintly" He says and she sigh in relief.

"Take her into the car" She tells him. The guard frowns but didn't protest. No one goes against her orders. He'd just need to stay under the shower for hours to wash away the foul smell emanating from the lady. He carried her carefully in bridal style and they walked quickly back into the waiting car. She was placed at the backseat and mrs grace sat on the passenger seat. The driver frowned in disgust at the unconscious girl before he drove out smoothly into the night, while her guard returned to the second car and continued driving behind her car.

Mrs grace glanced back continuously at the lady. Although she looked like a walking corpse, she was extremely beautiful. Who did this cruel thing to such a beautiful lady! She felt a strong attraction towards the girl. One she had never felt the death of her twin daughters. Maybe it was because today was the day her daughters died.

The girl was almost dying.... and even the best hospital in the world won't save her life. And Mrs grace wanted her to live. watching another girl die the day her daughters died would shatter her. She would do so.... save the extremely beautiful lady, even if it's the last thing on earth she does. She leaned back into her seat as her mind drifted off to the happy memories she had with her daughters and husband.

Mrs Grace steps out of the car as it stops in the large compound.

"Take the girl upstairs to my daughter's room" She told her personal guard as he held the door open for her. The compound was very large and the huge mansion screamed money. She walked into the large living room designed to perfection, blue sparkly marble tiles and expensive comfy large chairs. The wallpapers with warm feminine colors. A maid bowed to her and collected her hand bag.

"Good evening Mrs grace" She smiled . Mrs grace managed a smile before walking up the huge staircase leading to her room. She went into the large bedroom. She sat on the bed with red duvet and pulled off her heels. The maid walked in and dropped the bag.

"Your hot bath is ready Mrs grace... what would you like for dinner?" it was obvious she treated her workers well.

"Nothing.... had dinner at work... meanwhile go to my daughter's room. There's a girl in there.... I want her thoroughly clean tell bill to stay by her and tell the other maids to help you in washing and making her clean..... I'd be there in a few minutes" The maid bowed

"As you please miss Grace" She said with a smile and left the room, closing the door softly behind her. She sighed and removed the hair band from her hair. Her hair fell to her waist, few tendrils framing her face. She was beautiful, extremely beautiful. Well that's because she's an enchantress. An enchantress is always too beautiful. She sigh and walk into her expensive ensuite to have her bath. she emerged minutes later, Her white skin fair and clean. She wrapped a towel around her head, to dry off the wetness. She dressed up in a soft ankle length gown and walked out of her room. She walked down the stairs to daughters room. She had not been there in a while. There are a lot of rooms in the huge mansion but she wanted the lady to stay in her daughter's room. She entered and closed the door behind her. She looked around the room as she felt a pang of sadness wash over her.

It still looked the same, with the pink and white wallpapers, pink sparkly tiles and huge closets. Her twin daughters had always loved being together. They did everything together and even till when they were done with college, they still slept on the same bed. She looked at the bed now. With its huge gold embroided drapes.

The unconscious lady was lying on it. She walked towards her and sat beside her.

She looked better than before. Her dirty clothes had been discarded and replaced with a knee length gown. Her jet black hair was packed. She stared at the girl's face. It was still with purple bruises. There was a cut on her lips and a cut above her left eye. Her cheeks was swollen, like she had been beaten. Mrs Chloe felt tears sting her eyes at the harm they had done to the beautiful lady. She looked about twenty four years of age.

Her ring started to glint again, this time it was giving out red arrow like light.

The red light meant only one thing, danger.... is lurking. The light began to fade gradually before finally thinning out. Mrs grace sighed. She knew it was totally impossible for her to use her healing powers on her... it was too late. She gently placed her ringed palm on the girl's forehead and closed her eyes. She squint her eyes tighter as she found herself in another place. It was dank and dirty. it was a revelation, to know what had happened to the lady. She looked around her and she saw a girl lying on the floor. She walked towards the girl on the floor. She paused when she saw a group of men around her. The girl was whimpering. Some had sticks of cigarettes in their mouth, they reeked of alcohol and cum.

She watched as one of them dragged the whimpering lady up and gave her a punch on her face. The lady yelped in pain while the others cackled. They pushed her roughly to the ground as she continued yelping and pleading. One of them pulled off his trousers and the others held her hands. He had his way with her while the girl screamed in pain, begging and yelping. The others laughed as they continuously slapped her till she fainted.

Mrs grace opened her eyes and returned her gaze to the young lady. She bad been raped mercilessly by street thugs. She had limited time to live, probably till next morning. she would have readily used her healing powers but it was too late to do so.

Mrs grace stood up and walked out of the room. Her guard was at the door.

"Cancel all my night appointments bill" She said and walked back upstairs into her room. She sat on her huge bed as different thoughts went through her mind.

She had promised her daughters she would never let another person die when she could save them. She sighed sadly. How she wished Damian was here with her, how she wished her twin daughters hadn't died so faraway. She could heal them but they had died so faraway from her that it was only their corpse they had brought back. A tear ran down her cheek and she wiped it off. She would save this rare breed, come what may, she would try. She stood up and walked towards a mahogany door leading into her study, it used to be Damian's, not until he left her to remarry a younger girl. She had the powers to kill him, but she hadn't. It wasn't her kind of person. She was always this kind woman that couldn't hurt a fly. she rarely used her powers, unless to heal. She sat down at a table. There was a heap of letters arranged neatly beside a lamp. She took out a fresh book and pen. She always wrote letters, to damian and to her dead daughters, letters which never left the study or got to the recipients. She tuck her long dark hair behind her ears and began to write.... only that this time, she wasn't writing to Damian or her daughters, but to the young unconscious lady in her daughters room.

Mrs grace dropped the pen and cleaned off her teary eyes. She stared at the full lengthy letter and got up. She walked out of the library and returned back to her room, plumping down the bed and drifting off to sleep tiredly.

•••••

She woke up with a huge smile on her face. Today was gonna be a long one. One which she would finally find the happiness and peace she has always wished for. A maid walked into her room after knocking.

"Morning Mrs Grace" She greeted her with a smile

"Morning Rebecca... have you checked up on the girl in my daughters room"

"Yes ma... she's still unconscious, I doubt if she would be able to make it before taking her to the hospital, should we call a doctor?" She asked in concern.

"No Rebecca, There wouldn't be any need for that" She smiled widely confusing the maid the more. They knew Mrs grace as someone who is barely happy, seeing her happy today was a good sign. Maybe she had decided to let go off the pains she felt.

"Okay ma... should they bring your food up here or at the dining?" Mrs grace sigh and got off the bed.

"Before I eat, I want you to assemble the other workers, I've got an impprtant announcement to make"

"As you please ma" She smiled and left. Mrs grace sighed and got into the bathroom to have her bath, she emerged later, and dressed up. She walked out of the room and went down the stairs to the living room.

Everyone had assembled. Thirty workers in all, they stood in their white and black uniforms wondering why she had called them.

"Morning Mrs grace" They greeted cheerfully.

"Morning to you all... i want y'all to listen attentively to what I've got to say" She looked around with a huge smile and they went quiet.

"I'd be travelling today. And this might be a long one. Meanwhile, I would put someone in charge of things here. The company and all my other assets. I want you all to respect that person. No one at all must go against her orders. If you disobey her you have directly disobeyed me.. have I made myself clear" They nodded sullenly.

"Good... I want you all to be of the best behavior when I'm gone. I'm certain you all are gonna love her... you may go now" She dismissed them and they left wondering who the lady would be. Bill stood watching her a million thoughts running through his mind. He had a feeling something bad wanted to happen. He knew she was not just any woman. She was special, and too beautiful. So many rich men had wanted to court her after Damian had left her, but she had blatantly refused. He himself was attracted to her, he knew of her pains, how she'd cry almost every night in her bedroom thinking none was listening. But he was always listened and had wished with all his heart that he could relief her pains.

"Bill" she called and he walked towards her. She stare at him for a while before pulling him into a hug. Bill stiffened before hugging her back. she felt so small and fragile. His heart leapt in joy, thinking mrs grace had finally noticed he loved her, and wanted to give him a chance though she was older than him. She withdrew and stare up at him.

"I've always trusted you bill, I know you'd never let me down when I'm gone.." Bill frowns down at her.

"I'm not coming along?" He's never let her out of his sight, unless of course she wanted to sleep. She smiled sadly and shook her head sideways.

"I prefer I travel alone. While I'm away, I want you to put everything in order for the lady who's gonna be in charge. You'd continue to guard her like you do to me, yes? Bill frown deepened and he nods. She respond with a smile and left.

Mrs grace walked into her daughters room and closed the door firmly behind her. Two maids were in the room. She stared at them and gave them a warm smile. They smiled back, wondering why she was acting strange.

"Could you give me some privacy please?" They nodded and left the room. Mrs grace walked to the unconscious lady and sat close to her. Tears gathered in her eyes. she looked around her daughter's room like she won't see it again before returning her gaze back to the unconscious lady.

"I'm gonna do this, for you, for me and for my daughters. I feel so wretched and seeing you made me realise I could finally peace by saving you. I know you are special at heart, the more reason I'm gonna save you... even if it would cost my life" She sniffed and wipe a tear that slipped out.

"All you need to know, has been written on the letter in the library. Everyone is gonna know about it, and they wouldn't disrespect you" She whispered lowly.

"you're a special breed. I want you to use your powers wisely. Stay happy and live life happily... most importantly, forgive"

She took one final look at the room again, before placing her two palms on either side of the lady's face. She suck in her breath and began to chant lowly.

The ring began to glint. Silver like light began to glint against the lady's forehead. She continued to chant. Her eyes tightly closed, her lips moving quickly. The light increased as she chanted. Sweat began to gather on mrs grace's forehead as the bullet wounds began to close, The bullets falling out and the flesh closing back. She continued to chant, the bruises slowly healing and the cuts slowly closing back. Mrs grace could feel her breath leaving her but she continued to chant. Her hands began to shake, and her breath was strained. She mustered all the courage in her and continued moving her lips quickly. Sweat ran down her face, and the unconscious lady breathing became steady. The silver light turned red and more brighter. She didn't break the mutterings. Her breath was leaving her, her legs were shaky and hot tears began to spill out of her eyes. The lady moved a finger and slowly began to breathe steadily. All the bruises were gone and her skin was back to normal. She sucked in a deep breath and began to cough. Mrs grace felt weak to the bones already and she was gradually slipping out of consciousness. With the last of her strength she pulled off the ring and slipped it into selene's finger. Selene's eyes fluttered open and Mrs grace fell to the floor, her hands limp and her breathing ragged. A smile tug at her lips painfully as she stared at the now conscious lady. Her eyes began to close on thier own accord. Selene sat up on the bed and her gaze went to Mrs grace on the floor. A tear slipped out of her eyes as mrs grace finally closed her eyes, slipping into oblivion, the cold hands of death drawing her in.