Modern Witches Ain't That Bad (Or Maybe They Are)
A/N Okay so this is a prompt i read on twitter from Imagine OQ and I altered it just a little since i don't actually watch AHS so I have no clue what the powers of the itches there are, but I was too intrigued with this prompt to just let it go by. So here is my take on a modern day WItch and a modern day Witchhunter. Enjoy dears!
R.
Regina softly chanted spells under her breath as she focussed on the task at hand, only to be shaken out of the focus when she heard the leaves behind her rustle. Dammit she really thought she would be alone in the park at this hour. But she had to go through with this, she couldn't very well stop now, could she?
so she continued to softly chant the spells but her focus started to slip when her nerves bubbled up inside of her. No, she couldn't stop, she was so close. If she stopped now she would have to wait until the next blood moon and that could literally take decades. She didn't fancy the idea of having to wait that long to get this spell right.
She had to do it, and she had to do it now. The only problem was that just before the last line of chants could be spoken she felt the cold metal of a gun press against her back.
Robin knew this was a good night. It was a blood moon and that would mean witches were definitely on the move. this had actually been a rather good month for him, since he had managed to track down no less than 6 witches, which was almost a record if not for the times he busted 7 witches at a time…
Though, he didn't need to dwell on that as he noticed a soft, velvety voice carrying through the darkness of the park. he stopped what he was doing and focussed, was he hearing this right? was a witch really careless enough to do it here? a place where most people knew him and his profession?
The damned witch really was going to make this incredibly easy for her, wasn't she? he smugly smirked to himself and moved towards the sound.
after all these years of tracking down witches, he knew chanting when he heard it, even if it was being muttered under ones breath. the chanting always seemed to carry farther than normal speaking would. maybe it was the magic in the words that were spoke that made it easier to be heard from a distance? who knew?
He crept closer and closer, now he could see the raven haired witch, that had a purple glow about her, or more like there was a purple haze growing bolder and bolder as the chanting went on and on.
he heard a crack from a dead tree branch under his heavy boots and the bushes rustle, he heard the chanting stop for a moment, and aw how the woman froze- no not woman. that creature didn't deserve to be called a woman, that was a monster that was standing in front of him. a monster that dealt the the craft of dark magic. Someone like that disgusted him to no end. He lost things dearly to him because of creatures like that, and they? well they needed to pay for their crimes. didn't they?
the chanting continued and well, so did he.
He got closer and closer, and if he saw it correctly, the woman- no monster- actually looked desperate. Well whatever was stressing her now, would be even worse in about twenty more seconds.
he got his gun out of his holster, the one that was protected against the darks arts of magic and then held it against the back of that filthy witch in front of him.
Regina froze. her chant forgotten as she cold barrel of a gun pressed against her spine, and sent nasty shivers down it for extra measure.
She took a deep breath, regained her bitchy and regal posture and turned around to face the culprit that stole this perfect moment from her.
"You just ruined this perfect little moment, now I will have to wait for another five decades, you insipid human!" Regina said and stared the man down with one of her infamous glares. She should have known he would come looking for witches tonight. She did know, she really did, but couldn't find it in herself to care about the blonde haired man in front of her.
She smirked when the realisation dawned on him what witch actually stood in front of him. she was after all the most powerful witch alive, or well, that had ever lived really. She had learned from the best warlocks and witches alike in her early days, and had easily outgrown them. Since she came from a bloodline of terribly powerful Warlocks and Witches, she had the greatest power ever known to mankind and those alike.
"The Evil Queen herself." The blue-eyed man spoke with maybe just the slightest tremble in his voice, but just seconds after that he recovered and straightened up again, pointing the gun at her chest with a matching smirk of his own.
Seriously? Today of all days he had to go and find the most powerful witch on this planet didn't he? and on the day they are the strongest, dammit!
"And who thinks themselves important enough to spoil this night for me?" The raven haired witch snarled at him, but it seemed more of a playful jab than an actual threat to maybe his life, or worse.
"Why should you have the audacity to do those spells and chant here in the park, when there are innocent people just a few feet away from this all?"
"Who are the innocent people? you?" The witch mockingly asked Robin and he growled slightly at the amused look on those beautiful full, and supple lips- no, what the hell is he thinking?
"Well I am definitely more innocent than you have ever been in you life!" He accused and te smirk on the brunette's face faltered, and then turned into a full grown scowl, maybe more like a snarl.
What the hell? How did that man dare to call himself innocent after all her brothers and sister he has killed himself or sent off to be killed at the hand of others. if she counted correctly, he had more blood on his hands than even she did! and yet that infuriatingly handsome- no scrap that. And yet the infuriating man dared to call himself anything near innocent?!
"Innocent?" Regina scoffed and stalked closer to him so they were just inches apart. she could just kiss this man! What? no, she didn't meant that! No, no, no, she could just kill this man! yes that was it. her gaze definitely didn't travel down to his lips. Nope, it hadn't just done that.
"You dare call yourself innocent after you called my sister and brothers in the name of justice? how long has it been since one of them has gone one a killing spree for humans, Hmmm? Or is chanting spells and making life easier for us such a damned big crime we all have to die for it?" Regina snarled and her and twitched for what it had done many centuries long, ripping out hearts and crushing them delightfully slowly in front of the victim.
she stopped herself though, and looked with her own eyes ablaze at his.
"How do you dare to call yourself innocent, when you have robbed children of their parents? have robbed mothers and fathers of their children?" She said and enjoyed the conflicted look on his face.
He hadn't thought of it like that. He saw it as ridding the world of the monsters on this planet, but if he thought about it , he had killed more witches in the last year, then the witches and warlocks had killed humans in the last decade. NO. No what was he doing? that bitch was manipulating him.
"What? you're going to make me believe you haven't killed hundreds of humans? adult and child alike? you have lived for centuries if the tales are correct. You have probably crushed so many hearts you don't even know the count of them anymore." He snapped back at her and she the small amount of hurt flicker in her eyes.
He felt a pang of regret at that, but he steeled himself, after all witches were tricksters. Manipulators, and just terrible beings. They didn't have feeling, they were far too cold for things like that.
Did he seriously say that? Has he actually said that? Damn him.
fire burned in Regina's eyes and a purple haze formed around her hand as she plunged it into his chest and retrieved his heart.
"You know nothing, you idiotic human!" She snarled and exercised pressure on the beating organ in her hand. "You have no idea of any of the things that we witches have to go through to even normally be able to live here. Even when we are innocent of anything you still hunt us down and kill us just because of who we are. what do you think of that?" The now glowing witch said as purple radiated off of her in her anger.
"Still you have killed hundreds of us humans before we ever started killing people of your kind. you deserved it." the sandy haired man called out to her through the pain that was surging through his body when Regina put more pressure on the pulsing organ in her hand.
"84." she answered simply.
"What?" Robin asked confused as she said the number. but the answer h got was even stranger.
"97" The raven haired monster said to him and narrowed her deep brown eyes at him, eyes that were now showing a hint of purple as well.
"What the hell are you talking about you filthy witch?!" He snapped and didn't even feel the pain coursing through his veins anymore, for the witch suddenly stopped the pressure on it. She roughy shoved the organ back into his body and glared at the man
"Our victims. i have killed 84 humans in my lifetime of 450 years, while you in your short life span of 35 have killed or been the cause of the death of 97 witches and warlocks. Now humour me, who here is the monster?" The glowing witch asked him. It seemed as if the fire inside the witch had been doused and she now just showed great sadness in those deep eyes as the purple glow around her disappeared. "Have you ever felt remorse for the deaths you've caused? for the families you have destroyed?" She asked him suddenly, and he started to feel sick at that question.
He had never thought about it like that. The only thing that had mattered to him was how to free the human race of a race as awful as that kind, but never had he thought about the families that suddenly lost a mother or a father, or even a child. because yes he had sent little witches and warlocks to their graves as well as adult ones. But he had done it for a good reason, because that way they were never able to hurt a human. Right?
So, he had robbed mothers of their children, and children of their mothers, that didn't make him a bad person. He had done it for the sake of the human race.
"Because I have. every human that has died at my hands, I have felt remorse for. Because I was the reason that family lost parts of their family and I know all too well how that feels." She said rather coldly and then made a move Robin knew all too well what it meant.
"Oh no, you don't get to teleport away from me." He said and maybe grabbed her wrist just a tad bit too hard. "Why should I regret killing the kind that killed my wife and son so heartlessly?" He asked he harshly to stop making himself feel so guilty for all the witches and warlocks he had killed in the past.
She hissed at his tight grip but looked him straight in the eye. "You should regret it because we do to. we kill humans because they threaten us, or because we need to do it for a ritual to survive. You kill out of vengeance. Is it justice to kill almost a hundred of us, for two humans we killed?" Regina asked him and saw the remorse flash in his deep blue eyes.
"No, it isn't." She answered before he even got the chance to open his mouth to form a response. she snatched her wrist out of his grip and looked him over once again.
"so tell me, what is right and what is wrong?" Regina asked earnestly and stood unguarded in front of him for a moment awaiting his answer.
She smiled softly when she saw the inner war in his eyes shining. She knew it wasn't right of her to have killed this many humans, and even if it had been less than him, she knew it was wrong. Just as is was wrong of him to kill almost a hundred of her brothers and sister out of revenge for the people he had lost.
They were both at a fault here. Neither innocent of the crimes they have committed. Weighing heavily on their shoulders, causing sadness and hardship to shine in their eyes.
"Arlight. How about a truce. A truce between your kind and mine." Robin said after debating the matter in his mind for over fifteen minutes of silence. The silence was almost as deafening as the loudest of sounds, but necessary to help im with this heavy decision. "We don't hunt your kind, as long as you promise me you kind will not harm any humans anymore. Not even for your rituals." He said pointedly, and hoped deep within his heat this could actually work. a truce between theirs kinds, kinds that have been in war with each other for centuries, and that if this deal fails, will be at war for more centuries to come.
"Deal. The war will be over from now on." Reina said and held her hand out for him to take.
As he shook it, a wave of magical energy rushed out of them and made the pact official. No witch or Warlock would ever kill a human again, and no Human would ever hunt down ad murder out the WItches and Warlocks.