DISCLAIMER - I don't own any of the Nightworld characters and I don't make
any money. Yes I know I should get out more. I do however own a sexy
vampire called Tar, so hands off!
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CHAPTER NINE - BATTLE OF THE WITCHES
Xanna moved to the chest and seeing an old padlock nearby, clipped it onto the latch silently. One down, two to go as they say. The human didn't count as one. She moved towards the stronger witch and stopped. These witches knew this layout far better than she did. Let me swipe that advantage from you, she thought and turned on the light switch.
She instantly saw what she'd smelt all along and dived towards the stronger witch. She let her appearance sink in for half an instant and delivered a swift snap punch, knocking her unconscious. The witch folded inwards and Mary Lynette caught her deftly before she collapsed on the floor. The increasing flow of blood from the head wound held appeal, but she resisted. She bit down deep into the witch's neck. She drew out her life spirit, feeling the pleasure it gave as she sucked the filthy witch's lifeforce out of her body. She felt rather than heard the other witch coming for her, and heard the human rapidly trying to free the third witch from the chest. He had no chance.
She spun to face her new opponent and blocked her with the first victim. The wild one paused, a great sadness in her eyes.
"You don't want to do this Mary Lynette."
" Yes I do."
"Mary Lynette. Please. Why are you doing this?"
"Because I will have my vengeance on the ashen one. Because I enjoy every moment of it. Because I can." Xanna licked a drop of blood from the first witch's neck.
Xanna measured her up, this one would be stronger in combat, her muscles were more developed and limbs more defined. Perhaps in another time and place she might have made a good member of her pack, quick in her movements and strong in her throws. She still had that vermin characteristic though, the one that allowed Xanna to win all fights. Vermin had regard for their own lives. They never took the necessary risks to gain what they wanted.
She feinted dangerously high, then while her left side was vulnerable, chucked the first witch far to the right. The wild one was distracted long enough for Xanna to punch below her guard, knocking a phone out of the witch's pocket. Whilst the wild one tried to regain her breath and balance, and was preoccupied by losing her only means of gaining aid, she spun and kicked her in the centre of the chest, much in the same way she'd kicked the front door in. She looked down at the phone again and an idea formed in her mind.
She ignored the whining human as she picked up the phone and started to systematically memorise the numbers in her memory. She'd always had a head for numbers she sensed. These new contacts could provide interesting hunts for her and Tar. She paused when she reached the newest number, entitled 'Ash'. She pressed call and waited. The human persisted to whine. Without even looking at her target, she threw a round punch to his left temple with the side of her wrist. The human collapsed. The whining had ceased.
When Ash heard his phone ringing, he stopped the car erratically, thinking that if they were calling him, everything must be fine. James and Poppy nearly flew through the windscreen.
"Hello. HELLO" Ash nearly shouted the down the phone.
"Hello," replied a confident sounding voice.
"Mary Lynette? Is that you? Are you alright? Where's Rowan? Where have you."
"Shut up. I thought we'd play a little game. A little pay back shall we say. I'll tell you what I can see in front of me, right now shall I and then you can decide if you want to play with me. Okay? I see; one witch locked up in a chest, with a limited air supply in it, beginning to hyperventilate; one witch plastered against a wall, limbs in very awkward places and one witch laid still on the floor with blood flowing from her skull. I also see one vermin tied to the chair across the room, unconscious now. Now what shall I do with them I wonder?"
"Leave them the hell alone, whoever you are. What have you done with Mary Lynette?"
"Silly me, forgetting introductions. I am Xanna and you are the one called Ash by vermin I recall."
Ash stared at the phone. He had killed Xanna over a century ago and it was one of the things he'd most regretted since he'd joined Circle Daybreak.
"Well, Ash. Since you don't seem to remember me, why don't you come on over? I've started the party, but I'm sure that we could use a few more guests. The more the merrier. And tell those friends of yours to come on in as well, or I might decide to play a little game with one of your sisters. See you in a while ashen one."
Ash looked dumbstruck at the phone. One vampire staked one hundred years ago had single handled three vampires with witch powers. He got out of the car and motioned James and Poppy out of the car. Without even looking behind him as he walked towards the house, he added,
"Whatever happens, stay behind me. She wants extra guests at the party."
"Who's she?" James asked hopefully, wondering what it was they were facing.
"A vampire I killed over a century ago."
REVIEWS ARE MUCH LOVED AND BEGGED FOR!!
CHAPTER NINE - BATTLE OF THE WITCHES
Xanna moved to the chest and seeing an old padlock nearby, clipped it onto the latch silently. One down, two to go as they say. The human didn't count as one. She moved towards the stronger witch and stopped. These witches knew this layout far better than she did. Let me swipe that advantage from you, she thought and turned on the light switch.
She instantly saw what she'd smelt all along and dived towards the stronger witch. She let her appearance sink in for half an instant and delivered a swift snap punch, knocking her unconscious. The witch folded inwards and Mary Lynette caught her deftly before she collapsed on the floor. The increasing flow of blood from the head wound held appeal, but she resisted. She bit down deep into the witch's neck. She drew out her life spirit, feeling the pleasure it gave as she sucked the filthy witch's lifeforce out of her body. She felt rather than heard the other witch coming for her, and heard the human rapidly trying to free the third witch from the chest. He had no chance.
She spun to face her new opponent and blocked her with the first victim. The wild one paused, a great sadness in her eyes.
"You don't want to do this Mary Lynette."
" Yes I do."
"Mary Lynette. Please. Why are you doing this?"
"Because I will have my vengeance on the ashen one. Because I enjoy every moment of it. Because I can." Xanna licked a drop of blood from the first witch's neck.
Xanna measured her up, this one would be stronger in combat, her muscles were more developed and limbs more defined. Perhaps in another time and place she might have made a good member of her pack, quick in her movements and strong in her throws. She still had that vermin characteristic though, the one that allowed Xanna to win all fights. Vermin had regard for their own lives. They never took the necessary risks to gain what they wanted.
She feinted dangerously high, then while her left side was vulnerable, chucked the first witch far to the right. The wild one was distracted long enough for Xanna to punch below her guard, knocking a phone out of the witch's pocket. Whilst the wild one tried to regain her breath and balance, and was preoccupied by losing her only means of gaining aid, she spun and kicked her in the centre of the chest, much in the same way she'd kicked the front door in. She looked down at the phone again and an idea formed in her mind.
She ignored the whining human as she picked up the phone and started to systematically memorise the numbers in her memory. She'd always had a head for numbers she sensed. These new contacts could provide interesting hunts for her and Tar. She paused when she reached the newest number, entitled 'Ash'. She pressed call and waited. The human persisted to whine. Without even looking at her target, she threw a round punch to his left temple with the side of her wrist. The human collapsed. The whining had ceased.
When Ash heard his phone ringing, he stopped the car erratically, thinking that if they were calling him, everything must be fine. James and Poppy nearly flew through the windscreen.
"Hello. HELLO" Ash nearly shouted the down the phone.
"Hello," replied a confident sounding voice.
"Mary Lynette? Is that you? Are you alright? Where's Rowan? Where have you."
"Shut up. I thought we'd play a little game. A little pay back shall we say. I'll tell you what I can see in front of me, right now shall I and then you can decide if you want to play with me. Okay? I see; one witch locked up in a chest, with a limited air supply in it, beginning to hyperventilate; one witch plastered against a wall, limbs in very awkward places and one witch laid still on the floor with blood flowing from her skull. I also see one vermin tied to the chair across the room, unconscious now. Now what shall I do with them I wonder?"
"Leave them the hell alone, whoever you are. What have you done with Mary Lynette?"
"Silly me, forgetting introductions. I am Xanna and you are the one called Ash by vermin I recall."
Ash stared at the phone. He had killed Xanna over a century ago and it was one of the things he'd most regretted since he'd joined Circle Daybreak.
"Well, Ash. Since you don't seem to remember me, why don't you come on over? I've started the party, but I'm sure that we could use a few more guests. The more the merrier. And tell those friends of yours to come on in as well, or I might decide to play a little game with one of your sisters. See you in a while ashen one."
Ash looked dumbstruck at the phone. One vampire staked one hundred years ago had single handled three vampires with witch powers. He got out of the car and motioned James and Poppy out of the car. Without even looking behind him as he walked towards the house, he added,
"Whatever happens, stay behind me. She wants extra guests at the party."
"Who's she?" James asked hopefully, wondering what it was they were facing.
"A vampire I killed over a century ago."