rarepair_shorts | The Witching Hour

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Title:The Witching Hour
Pairing:Regulus/Rabastan
Prompt:The witching hour
Rating:R
Word Count: 813
Summary:A reunion
Author's Notes:Rated ‘R’ for theme which involves ritual with blood letting etc
Link to Prompt Table: WooHoo

Bella woke on bound to the stone platform. “What’s going on?” She struggled with her restraints.

“I stunned you. I didn’t think you would go willingly.” Rabastan talked while he set up the silver cauldron. “It’s All Hallow’s Eve, the night when the veil between the living and the dead is the thinnest.”

“I demand you release me at once.”

“I don’t think you are in any position to make demands my sweet.” Rabastan added as much venom as he could muster to the last word. “This is my chance to get him back.”

“You’ve gone absolutely mad. You can’t bring him back.”

Rabastan ignored her. Black candles circled the cauldron and were lit with a flick of his wand. He placed a good amount of sage in the cauldron and pulled a flat rock out of his pocket, the name Regulus etched on its surface and placed it on the mound of herbs.

Rabastan took three other items from his pocket, a vial, an amulet and the dagger. Then he stripped. It wasn’t necessary but he found the robe rather confining. Opening the vial he wet his index finger and placed it on his forehead over the ‘third eye’ and traced a Celtic cross. Wetting his finger again he drew a five pointed star over his heart. Lastly, he drew an inverted triangle connecting his nipples to his groin. The amulet made of hematite for grounding, jade for protection, fluorite for peace and lapis for power was placed near the cauldron as was the dagger.

The only light came from the candles and the waxing Gibbous moon. Rabastan took a deep breath, it was now or never.

“It’s the witching hour.” Rabastan closed his eyes and pictured Regulus. He could do this. “It's show time.”

“Il cerchio è limitato.” (The circle is bound)
“Con protezione tutto l'intorno.” (With protection all around)
“Fra i mondi mi levo in piedi.” (Between the worlds I stand)
“Con protezione attuale.” (With protection at hand)

Rabastan picked up the amulet and held it towards the moon. He slipped it around his neck.

“Le mando queste tre goccie.” (I send to you these drops three)

Rabastan picked up the dagger, held it to the moon and then slashed Bella across her outstretched arm. He let three drops fall onto the rock and lit the sage.

“Sangue a sangue (blood to blood)
Ti chiamo (I summon thee)
Sangue a sangue (blood to blood)
Ritorna a me (return to me)”
“Ti chiamo.” (I summon thee)
“Ti chiamo.” (I summon thee)
“Ti chiamo.” (I summon thee)

Rabastan looked around not sure what to expect. Did it work or was he placing too much faith in an ancient and forgotten magic. He saw nothing and heard only the chirping of the crickets. He could smell Bella’s blood; it hung heavily in the air. Had he done everything for naught? Rabastan sank to the ground, closed his eyes and felt tears slide down his cheeks. He was a fool to believe this would work. A fool to think he could get Regulus back. What was he going to do now? More importantly what was he going to do with Bella? Could he just let her go? Bloody hell what had he gotten himself in to?

“Fool did you really think that would work.” Bella laughed.

“Now that’s a sight I have sorely missed.”

“Reg?” Rabastan’s eyes flew open at the sound of Regulus’ voice. “Is that really you?” He couldn’t trust the sight before him.

“Of course it’s really me you fuckwit.” Regulus walked over, wrapped his arms around Rabastan and kissed him, a kiss several years overdue.

“Gods I thought I’d lost you.” He nuzzled Regulus’ neck.

“You did. But you got me back.” Regulus pulled back and studied his lover’s face, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Are you going soft on me?” He looked down at Rabastan’s groin and grinned. “I guess not.”

“You’re not going to disappear on me are you?”

“Not a chance.” Regulus pulled him close for another kiss.

“What about me?” Bella demanded.

Regulus stepped away from Rabastan and picked up the dagger. He stared into his cousin’s eyes and thought about all the nights she shared Rabastan’s bed. “I think we should kill her.” He raised the dagger.

“Wait,” Rabastan grabbed Regulus’ wrist. “She has a daughter.”

“Yeah, so what?”

“She’s actually a good mother to her.”

Regulus frowned. He didn’t like the idea of sparing Bella. However the thought of taking a good parent away from a child was worse. “Come looking for us and I will kill you.” He cut her loose and in a flash she was gone.

“What now?” Rabastan asked though he had a pretty good idea what he wanted to do.

“Now we go home and make up for lost time.”

Rabastan smiled. He liked the sound of that.