Blood and Healing

A/N: This is part of the rpg Blood and Healing located at bah-rpg on lj. All post will be posted there first, then here a day later. The RPG is DH compliant and runs in real time.

Lesandra- Not A Good Witch

My name is Lesandra.

It's best for your health that's all you know.

I'm not your typical witch. Honestly, I'm not a witch you can really put into a label.

Although if you can ask all the people who've come across me in the past, they'll give you a few choice words that I won't utter. But there'll be no point in asking those people. They're not around anymore.

I have two brothers. That's all you need to know. Know any more, and you might as well be living with us. And even our guests that stay with us don't seem to have much staying power.

My parents died when I was young. Personally, I didn't care. I had my brothers. Didn't need my parents. They weren't useful. Waste really.

We survived. We all did. That's all that matters.

My brothers are my family. Are my life. I'm quite possibly the only one that has the ability to remain calm all the time... well most of the time. I've cleaned up a lot of messes they made over the years. It's what I do.

We move a lot. Have to. Eventually the disappearances become to large to ignore and we have to move. I'm a bit smarter. I choose those that no one will miss. My test subjects are usually the homeless. Who's going to care about the filthy homeless?

I work with potions. Have ever since I was little. I've got a knack for them, a real talent. I have my own little potions lab. I love potions. My brothers say I eat, sleep, and breathe them. I just say I have an interest. All opinions differ.

I had started testing my potions on animals when I was younger. But animals never worked well. I had to move on to better subjects, and soon found out humans were much more useful. Unfortunately with the type of potions I tested on them, they never lasted long.

I was fourteen when the first one expired. I just watched as his skin just.. well it was rather disgusting and I didn't get the results I was hoping for.

I sell my potions to potions shops all over the markets. To some underground dealers I know. I've been doing this for a while.

Let me add something else, to make things a bit clearer: I do not care about you. I do not care about anyone else but my brothers. Everyone else can simply rot. Another point to make clear: If you are a threat to either me, or my brothers, I will take care of that threat.

As you have gathered, I am not a kind person. I am not a good person. I am not the type of witch that a wizard would bring home to Mother and Father. I am not sweet, good, cheerful. I do not help elder witches and wizards across the street.

I am many things. My test subjects call me a bitch, a murderer, a sadist.

I think that goes a little too far. I'm not as bad as my brothers.

But I am not someone to cross.

I am not someone to underestimate.

But unfortunately for you to know that, you'd have to meet someone who has survived these encounters with me. And not many have.

Run away from me if you know what's good for you.

You might live longer. Unless you run into my brothers when you're running from me.

Then you're just screwed.