"The boy," Mrs. Flowers said calmly, "is alive."
"Alive?" questioned Ms. Van Saunters. "I thought you killed him."
Mrs. Flowers looked around at the group of women before her. "In a way, I did," she said reassuringly.
"Explain," Miss DeVault urged.
"I took away something that was so important to him, that being dead would be a mercy. His ability to resist human blood." Mrs. Flowers beady black eyes glinted in the fire light.
"So this boy, this Stefan Salvatore, is vampire?" A third member of the High Circle, Mrs. Peirson, inquired.
She nodded. "Yes. He'd fought his nature for 500 years since he was changed. Only sometimes did he succomb to the driving need."
Mrs. Flowers looked up at the full moon that was visiable through the surrounding trees. "I own a boarding house down in Fells Church, Virginia, you see. He'd rented a room there quite a while back. I'd been watching him and all of his little followers. Unbeknowst to them, of course. I found out everthing I could and I knew Stefan Salvatore was the perfect thing to get me
into this group."
Ms. Van Saunters spoke. "Are you sure your spell succeeded? It did not fail? You must be sure."
Turning her attention back to the group, Mrs. Flowers replied, "Of course it did! My Powers have never failed before."
Mrs. Pierson rose to stand. The firelight flickered off her large grey eyes and coppery hair. "It is true. I've seen this man because I watched what took place between him and Mrs. Flowers the day of the spell. All though, I never knew he was vampire."
The rest of the surrounding Circle members turned to her. They understood how she could have; for Mrs. Pierson had the Sight.
She continued, "I saw something else. There was another dark haired man there as well. When Mrs. Flowers finished, both were on the verge of death."
"So why didn't they die?" came Miss DeVault's voice.
"Two women came in later. A very lovely blond and a red head with clusters of curls. They must have saved them. I don't know how or what they did for my vision faded just as they came in." Mrs. Pierson turned to Mrs. Flowers for
clarification.
"The other boy was his brother. The women gave them blood."
Mrs. Pierson took a seat as did Mrs. Flowers.
"And you are absolutly positive no one can interefere?" Ms. Van Saunters asked, one black eyebrow raising. She was the leader of this Circle of witches, and she was critical in who she allowed.
Mrs. Pierson broke in. "I felt something from the women. Much stronger from the red head but still from the blond as well."
Mrs. Flowers sighed in aggrivation. "The little wretch is psychic, capable of some spells as well. The blond is vampire, not capable of much."
Ms. Van Saunters pursed her lips. "And she won't interefere? She's psychic, surely she can reverse the spell. And what about the blond?"
The moon shone on Mrs. Flowers white hair as she looked around at the members. "I'll take care of it."
Again Mrs. Pierson spoke. This time, though, she stared directly into the flames and her voice was low and intense. "I see something...." She gasped. "The spell," she told the others, "isn't quite right. Stefan is not hurt by this spell. He's glorifying in his new found dark side and strength."
"Mrs. Flowers," Ms. Van Saunters warned, "your entry into this High Circle isn't granted by amateur spells."
Mrs. Pierson was still speaking and Mrs. Flowers could not reply. "But it's hurting the rest of them. They can't stand to see him like this. The little redhead just ran from the room...She's going to find a reversal spell."
Suddenly, Mrs. Pierson sat back, blinking rapidly as her vision ended.
Miss DeVault looked towards Mrs. Flowers. "Well? You will not be allowed into the High Circle if your spell for the first part of initiation did not work. What good did it do if Stefan isn't hurt by your spell and that psychic can
reverse it anyway?"
Mrs. Flowers shook her head. "He's not simply just gloryfying in the darkness. He's torn between light _and_ darkness."
"But what about the psychic?" Miss DeVault wanted to know.
"Like I said, she will be of no interefence. I'll make sure of that. Just you wait."
There was silence in the wooded area where the group sat aorund the blazing fire. Mrs. Flowers nodded, as she slowly glanced around at each member infront of her.
"He'll realize once he's back in the light for a while, what he did while with the darkside, and he'll be devastated. You see, Stefan Salvatore now has one foot in the light and one in the dark. It will slowly drive him mad...."
There was an applause from the members of the Circle and Ms. Van Saunters rose to her feet. The flames sparked and the fire shot up into the night sky in what looked like a wall of orange flame. Mrs. Flowers stepped in and the
initiation into the High Circle began.
"Alive?" questioned Ms. Van Saunters. "I thought you killed him."
Mrs. Flowers looked around at the group of women before her. "In a way, I did," she said reassuringly.
"Explain," Miss DeVault urged.
"I took away something that was so important to him, that being dead would be a mercy. His ability to resist human blood." Mrs. Flowers beady black eyes glinted in the fire light.
"So this boy, this Stefan Salvatore, is vampire?" A third member of the High Circle, Mrs. Peirson, inquired.
She nodded. "Yes. He'd fought his nature for 500 years since he was changed. Only sometimes did he succomb to the driving need."
Mrs. Flowers looked up at the full moon that was visiable through the surrounding trees. "I own a boarding house down in Fells Church, Virginia, you see. He'd rented a room there quite a while back. I'd been watching him and all of his little followers. Unbeknowst to them, of course. I found out everthing I could and I knew Stefan Salvatore was the perfect thing to get me
into this group."
Ms. Van Saunters spoke. "Are you sure your spell succeeded? It did not fail? You must be sure."
Turning her attention back to the group, Mrs. Flowers replied, "Of course it did! My Powers have never failed before."
Mrs. Pierson rose to stand. The firelight flickered off her large grey eyes and coppery hair. "It is true. I've seen this man because I watched what took place between him and Mrs. Flowers the day of the spell. All though, I never knew he was vampire."
The rest of the surrounding Circle members turned to her. They understood how she could have; for Mrs. Pierson had the Sight.
She continued, "I saw something else. There was another dark haired man there as well. When Mrs. Flowers finished, both were on the verge of death."
"So why didn't they die?" came Miss DeVault's voice.
"Two women came in later. A very lovely blond and a red head with clusters of curls. They must have saved them. I don't know how or what they did for my vision faded just as they came in." Mrs. Pierson turned to Mrs. Flowers for
clarification.
"The other boy was his brother. The women gave them blood."
Mrs. Pierson took a seat as did Mrs. Flowers.
"And you are absolutly positive no one can interefere?" Ms. Van Saunters asked, one black eyebrow raising. She was the leader of this Circle of witches, and she was critical in who she allowed.
Mrs. Pierson broke in. "I felt something from the women. Much stronger from the red head but still from the blond as well."
Mrs. Flowers sighed in aggrivation. "The little wretch is psychic, capable of some spells as well. The blond is vampire, not capable of much."
Ms. Van Saunters pursed her lips. "And she won't interefere? She's psychic, surely she can reverse the spell. And what about the blond?"
The moon shone on Mrs. Flowers white hair as she looked around at the members. "I'll take care of it."
Again Mrs. Pierson spoke. This time, though, she stared directly into the flames and her voice was low and intense. "I see something...." She gasped. "The spell," she told the others, "isn't quite right. Stefan is not hurt by this spell. He's glorifying in his new found dark side and strength."
"Mrs. Flowers," Ms. Van Saunters warned, "your entry into this High Circle isn't granted by amateur spells."
Mrs. Pierson was still speaking and Mrs. Flowers could not reply. "But it's hurting the rest of them. They can't stand to see him like this. The little redhead just ran from the room...She's going to find a reversal spell."
Suddenly, Mrs. Pierson sat back, blinking rapidly as her vision ended.
Miss DeVault looked towards Mrs. Flowers. "Well? You will not be allowed into the High Circle if your spell for the first part of initiation did not work. What good did it do if Stefan isn't hurt by your spell and that psychic can
reverse it anyway?"
Mrs. Flowers shook her head. "He's not simply just gloryfying in the darkness. He's torn between light _and_ darkness."
"But what about the psychic?" Miss DeVault wanted to know.
"Like I said, she will be of no interefence. I'll make sure of that. Just you wait."
There was silence in the wooded area where the group sat aorund the blazing fire. Mrs. Flowers nodded, as she slowly glanced around at each member infront of her.
"He'll realize once he's back in the light for a while, what he did while with the darkside, and he'll be devastated. You see, Stefan Salvatore now has one foot in the light and one in the dark. It will slowly drive him mad...."
There was an applause from the members of the Circle and Ms. Van Saunters rose to her feet. The flames sparked and the fire shot up into the night sky in what looked like a wall of orange flame. Mrs. Flowers stepped in and the
initiation into the High Circle began.