Part 5
Susanna didn't understand what the fuss was all about, or what this guy had against Tempests such as herself. All she'd been told was he needed someone with powerful magic. She had happened to be around, so she had decided to volunteer, mainly because she was bored.
"You gonna tell me what I'm doing here?" she eyed the vampire with distaste. If he was going to be a pain in the ass, then she was out of here. She folded her arms, waiting impatiently for him to give her some sort of answer.
"All right, come with me," Draven Blacknight led her out of the basement room to the first floor of his estate. He was acting like she should be extremely privileged to be in his presence. Is money or his smooth talk didn't impress her.
She followed him into a large room. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, wall lamps burned a dull gold. There was a large stone fire place, not burning at the moment. Furniture seemed to be a black leather couch, with two matching arm chairs, a large glass coffee table in the centre of the room, and some weird statue that looked like a reject from the Hellraiser movies.
"Okay, I get it, you've got money," Susanna said, sitting down on the couch without waiting to be asked. "What's the *point*?"
"Let's get one thing straight, I have some - issues - with you people, and it's your magic I'm interested in and nothing else," Draven said, remaining on his feet.
"Fine," Susanna's eyes rolled. She didn't ask him what his issues were, she didn't want to know. She was starting to regret taking the job now, deciding the sooner she got it over and done with, the sooner she could say to hell with Draven Blacknight and get on with her life.
"I have a prisoner in my tower, my old witch wasn't up to much. This woman should have been mine centuries ago, only she betrayed me and I have had to teach her a lesson. My old witch was making a potion to dispose of her memories, I need new ones implanted in her mind."
Susanna eyed him. Was he serious? She hadn't known that kind of magic was actually possible. It seemed to her that only in movies you could screw with people's mind, actually rearranging their mind to your benefit. She'd heard of types of vampires with the ability to bend minds to their will.
He was actually expected *her* to be able to do this, give his girlfriend some new memories. Probably to forget some fight they'd had, or make her forget that she'd fallen for someone else. She was guessing as well, he wanted her to make this woman think she had lived some long happy life with him. She didn't know if any woman could *stand* him for that long.
The thought for that type of power was extremely tempting. Though it was certainly a challenge, and something she had ever even thought of before.
"Can't vampires wipe the slate clean, anyway?" she asked. Hell, she'd spent some time with a vampire fifty years ago who went around doing that for *fun*.
Draven frowned at her, clearly not liking the fact that she was apparently questioning his plan. "Just do what you're paid for. You'll find all your instructions and ingredients in the basement room we just were. Along with a set of keys to the tower room."
Tower room. Susanna had to force herself not to snicker at that. She wondered if this vampire was even aware this was the twenty-first century. "Whatever."
She stood up and went back the way she'd come. When she found the room, she took off the beige leather jacket she was wearing, tying back her blonde hair.
It didn't take her long to look around the place, finding out what things she needed for this potion. She didn't understand why he'd needed a new witch anyway. The old one had written the spells, and seemed to know what she had been doing.
As she mixed the vile smelling stuff together, she was immensely glad she wasn't the one trapped in the tower. The colour of the finished potion was actually kind of pretty.
She found an empty bottle, pouring the stuff inside, muttering a few incantations, watching it flash and sizzle before cooling to below freezing. ^One hell of a fancy potion^ she thought with smile.
*All ready, I'm taking it to her now,* she said telepathically to Draven. She found the keys he'd left for her and headed up the three flights of stairs to the top floor of the mansion, then down a corridor, and up another flight to the door of the tower.
She unlocked the door, then stopped, staring in disbelief at the woman inside. "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered, annoyed.
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Susanna didn't understand what the fuss was all about, or what this guy had against Tempests such as herself. All she'd been told was he needed someone with powerful magic. She had happened to be around, so she had decided to volunteer, mainly because she was bored.
"You gonna tell me what I'm doing here?" she eyed the vampire with distaste. If he was going to be a pain in the ass, then she was out of here. She folded her arms, waiting impatiently for him to give her some sort of answer.
"All right, come with me," Draven Blacknight led her out of the basement room to the first floor of his estate. He was acting like she should be extremely privileged to be in his presence. Is money or his smooth talk didn't impress her.
She followed him into a large room. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, wall lamps burned a dull gold. There was a large stone fire place, not burning at the moment. Furniture seemed to be a black leather couch, with two matching arm chairs, a large glass coffee table in the centre of the room, and some weird statue that looked like a reject from the Hellraiser movies.
"Okay, I get it, you've got money," Susanna said, sitting down on the couch without waiting to be asked. "What's the *point*?"
"Let's get one thing straight, I have some - issues - with you people, and it's your magic I'm interested in and nothing else," Draven said, remaining on his feet.
"Fine," Susanna's eyes rolled. She didn't ask him what his issues were, she didn't want to know. She was starting to regret taking the job now, deciding the sooner she got it over and done with, the sooner she could say to hell with Draven Blacknight and get on with her life.
"I have a prisoner in my tower, my old witch wasn't up to much. This woman should have been mine centuries ago, only she betrayed me and I have had to teach her a lesson. My old witch was making a potion to dispose of her memories, I need new ones implanted in her mind."
Susanna eyed him. Was he serious? She hadn't known that kind of magic was actually possible. It seemed to her that only in movies you could screw with people's mind, actually rearranging their mind to your benefit. She'd heard of types of vampires with the ability to bend minds to their will.
He was actually expected *her* to be able to do this, give his girlfriend some new memories. Probably to forget some fight they'd had, or make her forget that she'd fallen for someone else. She was guessing as well, he wanted her to make this woman think she had lived some long happy life with him. She didn't know if any woman could *stand* him for that long.
The thought for that type of power was extremely tempting. Though it was certainly a challenge, and something she had ever even thought of before.
"Can't vampires wipe the slate clean, anyway?" she asked. Hell, she'd spent some time with a vampire fifty years ago who went around doing that for *fun*.
Draven frowned at her, clearly not liking the fact that she was apparently questioning his plan. "Just do what you're paid for. You'll find all your instructions and ingredients in the basement room we just were. Along with a set of keys to the tower room."
Tower room. Susanna had to force herself not to snicker at that. She wondered if this vampire was even aware this was the twenty-first century. "Whatever."
She stood up and went back the way she'd come. When she found the room, she took off the beige leather jacket she was wearing, tying back her blonde hair.
It didn't take her long to look around the place, finding out what things she needed for this potion. She didn't understand why he'd needed a new witch anyway. The old one had written the spells, and seemed to know what she had been doing.
As she mixed the vile smelling stuff together, she was immensely glad she wasn't the one trapped in the tower. The colour of the finished potion was actually kind of pretty.
She found an empty bottle, pouring the stuff inside, muttering a few incantations, watching it flash and sizzle before cooling to below freezing. ^One hell of a fancy potion^ she thought with smile.
*All ready, I'm taking it to her now,* she said telepathically to Draven. She found the keys he'd left for her and headed up the three flights of stairs to the top floor of the mansion, then down a corridor, and up another flight to the door of the tower.
She unlocked the door, then stopped, staring in disbelief at the woman inside. "You've got to be kidding me," she muttered, annoyed.
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