CURSED // ZIGGY BERMAN X FEM READER

I14I 1978

ZIGGY BERMAN 

Breaking the curse hasn't proven to be successful yet. 

So, we're close. That's what we know so far. We know that we have to kill Soloman Goode, except for the fact that he's already dead. When my blood is spilled, the curse will be broken. Those words exactly, were spoken to Y/N in 1666. But he's dead. There's no way to find his blood, because he's been dead for 300 years. 

'Y/N!' I yell, as her back slams into the wall. The world goes fuzzy for a few seconds and I hear voices in my head. I mean, normally I probably would've freaked out, but at this point, it's not even unusual. 

'Constance,' The heart-wrenchingly familiar voice of my late sister, Abigail whispers. 'Don't give up.' 

'There's no way to break the curse,' I murmur. 'We can't figure it out, and we've run out of time.' 

'You're so close,' Abigail urges. 'Find the riddle.' 

'Riddle?' I repeat to myself. 

'When my blood is spilt, the curse will be broken,' Abigail repeats. 

'Yes, but he's dead,' I say. 'His blood had all dried up.' 

'You're thinking too literally,' Abigail scolds lightly. 'Think, Constance Berman.' 

'It's Nick,' I gasp. 'He is the blood.'