WitchBite

The Quiet Before A Storm

They know nothing of Witches. Only that they're good for advice, sometimes prophecy, but by the time you understand what they're trying to say, it's already happened, and therefore shouldn't be trusted like one of your own. Apparently old Wolves used to have a word for Witches that loosely translated to "Venomous human". I laughed at that one.

"So, Simon had supposedly done some digging on that old guy that Victoria was with." She finally piped up when I didn't respond. I frowned, scrunching my face up with a slight distaste at the pain her name caused in my chest.

"Apparently, he's still kickin'. But is out for revenge. Gunning for the ones who took his beloved ambrosia away."

"Victoria you dramatic bitch." I snorted with the fondness of her mannerisims "Who is this guy?"

"To be honest? I'm not sure, I kind of zoned out a little when he was explaining. I got the gist though. He's a mob boss of some kind. Which explains how Victoria got a hold of so many men and resources to protect her. She must've got lucky with her charms on the right person. And we got lucky we attacked when we did. Any longer, and they probably would've been better equipped to deal with us, despite how much trouble her magic was: all in all, it was a fairly smooth operation." She explained, slowing to a stop when she saw how grim my expression had become. "Sorry"

"It's okay. Everything is just going at a hundred miles an hour ya know? Or at least it was, and now I'm dealing with the fucking splatterfest that is a corpse connecting with the wall after going at a hundred miles an hour. It's messy, it's gotten every where, there's probably no putting it back together."

"Yeah... Well at least you have your family? And the guys? And Bethany...? Right? You guys are a thing, right?"

"Uh... No. At least, not really. We kind of were. I don't know." I threw my arms up in exasperation. "We just fucked a couple of times. I was a toy she could play with until I broke or she got bored. And she was a distraction I could use to get my mind off how shit things were."

"Oh... That's fucked up." She commented, nonchalantly perching herself on a moss covered out cropping of stone, that had been grasped by mud and soft dirt.

"I'm aware."

"Well, would you mind if I...?" She trailed off coyly, rolling her eyes in the direction back to the Vampire manor, a cheesy grin plastered upon her face as she awaited some form of rebuttal. I laughed in response. Loud and hearty, it echoed off the tree tops. "Hey! It's not that bad of an idea, I'm a real catch ya know."

"No, no. I'm not laughing at that. That was just very bold is all." I giggled, wiping a tear that had formed in the corner of my eye. It felt strange to laugh like that again, like it cut me momentarily free of whatever invisible weight held me anchored.

"Sure, go for it--" I said, but cut the rest of my sentence short as my eyes fell upon something. A small shimmering light, brighter than it should be considering the time of day, was slipping its way through the trees. It filtered visible rays of a pale blue through the gnarled trunks in it's travels. Causing my head to tilt in a curious manner. "Do you see that?" I asked, stepping forward.

"See what?" She asked, jumping from the rock she'd sat on to look in the same direction I was. Squinting her eyes and pricking her ears for danger, I'd comment on how endearing it was, being vaguely aware of her nose shuffling to pick up foreign scents; but I was entranced by the light before me.

It moved uniform as I watched. There was no cadence, no bob, to it's movements. Meaning it wasn't walking, and it was certainly too thick in the forest to be a vehicle or torch light. Not to mention it was the middle of the day, visibility was fine without artificial lights.