The chapters are short as this is a very different story then my typical style... I am learning.
I am rewriting a Defenders Oath for a few reasons, mainly he wins too much and I need to chill on his resources... I am getting better.
Stefan wanted to groan as he heard Elena and Damon approach the witches house. Their scent was strong to him, almost as strong as the sound of their hearts. It was strange, to him, his senses had never been so sharp not even as a Ripper. He could practically taste them, as if they were in his mouth. He liked and hated it, but more importantly he embraced the new power that came with the Mark of Cain.
"I thought Bonnie said this place lost all its mojo." Damon spoke up first, arrogance oozing from his pores.
Elena nodded, he actually heard the sound of that nod. "The dead witches were angry at her for bringing Jeremy back to life. I guess now they have something they want her to know."
"I hate witches. So fickle...Passive-aggressive... what the heck is that smell?" Damon stopped, as did Elena. "It's like an Original but more... primal, animalistic. I've never smelt something like this." Damon's voice was low, agressive and cold.
It made Stefan excited, eager to beat it off his face.
He literally felt the Witches energy as Damon stepped into the House, their hate was almost intoxicating.
Elena whispered. "Stefan?"
"Come on, Stef. Olly olly oxen free." The stench of searing skin, the sound of it lingered in the air as Damon screamed then rushed into a corner. " Aaah. Ow. Ugh Really?! Still?!"
"What?"
"Witchy spirits aren't a big fan. And they use their juju to screw with my daylight ring!"
"Then wait outside."
"No need." Stefan blurred to them, so fast even Damon jumped. "The coffins aren't here, and frankly you have no business here. This is my new domain, thinking of fixing it up." Raising his hand, he sent them both flying out of the door, where they landed with a groan. "That was fun, Bonnie's right, magic is amazing."
"How?" Damon asked as he stood, helping a stunned Elena to stand.
"I asked the Witches, turns out we come from a long dormant witch line, So does Elena actually. I met Death, literal Death, and he gave me a gift that awakened any latent potential I had. Magic is one of these gifts... as well as a sense of clarity that comes with being a demon." He let his face grow veins, his fangs longer and sharper then ever. He enjoyed Elena's terror for a moment. "I've come to realize a lot, like for instance that neither of you are worth my effort. Elena you were an obsession, and I took advantage of you... I am sorry for that... however your also a hypocrite, just as obsessive as I am and not good for me... nor am I for you.
Damon, you are a monster, you snapped Jeremy's neck out of spite. You don't even have the excuse of being a ripper... get over yourself my dear brother. Now, don't come back until I call you."
Both of them groaned as his compulsion kicked in, both turning and walking away.
"How are you doing this?" Elena barked out.
"Compulsion, fun huh?"
Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews.
Love, your Ninja Overlord,
Mika.