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When we start killing
It's all coming down right now
From the nightmare we've created,
I want to be awakened somehow

The Howling - Within Temptations

1965.
"Look at them, Mitchell." Herrick said as they stared at the four witches that were standing on the frontstep of the house. "They look human."
"Aren't they?" he asked Herrick.
"No. They aren't."
Mitchell curled his brows when Herrick said that these four people weren't human.
"They are witches, Mitchell." he said. "And they have something that we need."
"Witches?" he had never heard of witches before except for myths. He didn't expect that they were real.
"Look at them." he repeated. "It's a shame we have to kill them all."
"Why?"
"Because they are a threat. They hold the strongest weapon that can stop us."
Mitchell stared at them. "Maya is the blonde woman. She stands as a leader of all of them. The brunette curled woman is Deborah, she's like her assistant. And the two others are Daniel and Katrina."
"What are we going to do, Herrick?"
He went close to Mitchell's back and whispered. "I want you... to kill them all."

Present day.
"Do you want some tea?" she asked George. George nodded. He'd already adjusted to the fact that Debbie's staying with them for awhile. She's been staying for three weeks. Mitchell walked down and saw the two. "Good morning, Mitch." they both greeted.
"Woah. Looks like you two got along afterall." he said.
"He's not that bad." she smiled.
"And she's not that bad too." George said.
"Me and George are going to work today." Mitch said to her. "Are you fine with being here, alone?"
She smiled and nodded. "Yes, Mitch. I'll be fine. If anything went up I'll call you immediately."
Mitchell and George went out and she stayed in her room. The door was all locked just to make sure if anyone tries to break in, they won't be able to.
She started to draw some Sigils around her room. She exhaled and sat on the center of the symbols with lit candles around her.
"Virtutem contra omne malum. Custodi me a tenebris creatura intendit uti me. Da mihi pythonissam ultra vires meas artes." she whispered, she repeat the words until it comes out like a chant on her lips. The lights in the room started to grow dim and the room slightly shook as she cast the spell. She opened her eyes and her once brown eyes, glow golden yellow.
The sigils started to glow as she chants the spell. Her low voice started to grow loud and loud until all the candle lights went off.

"She was annoying." Mitchell told George as they walked towards the door. "She's been babbling on about how slow I am and I should be doing that and this." He was referring to the old doctor that he had to face earlier.
"She's old, Mitch." George smiled. They opened the door and Mitchell closed it. He noticed the sigil that was on the door.
His eyes started to turn dark. "Debbie." he called. George was surprised by his sudden change of tone.
He ran upstairs, quickly opening the door to her room. She was laying on the floor, unconscious.
He grabbed her to his arms and shook her. "Debbie!" he said. She didn't respond.
Mitch noticed the sigils she had drawn. She was performing one of her hard spells.
"Debbie." he kept shaking her. He put his hand on her face, running his fingers on her pale skin.
She gasped and sat up, her eyes glowing yellow. Mitchell was a bit startled, backing away a little.
She held on her chest as she try to get some air.
George went up and walked towards the room.
"Is everything oka- Oh my god." he said upon seeing the sigils. "What are these?"
"George, get some water." Mitchell said.
George ran off to get water. Mitchell went near her and looked at her.
"Are you alright?"
She nodded and looked at him.
"You would've kill yourself." he said.
"I.. I'm sorry, Mitch."
He gently rubbed her back. "Don't you ever do that again."
George came back with the water on his hands. Mitchell gave her the water and let her breathe.
"George.. Leave us for a moment." he said. George left.
Mitchell stared at her for a moment.
"I.. I still can't do it Mitch.. I don't understand..." she muttered. Her hands tremble.
"Why don't you stop trying?"
She looked at him when he raised the question.
"You don't have to do this."
"I have to Mitch... I'm the only one left who could perform the rituals. That way I can protect this... and you."
"I don't need protecting."
She sighed and stood up but ended up falling on her knees.
"C'mere." Mitch said and grabbed her arm. He gently pulled her up and led her to her bed. She sat down and leaned on Mitchell's shoulder. Mitchell was a bit surprised when she did.
"I'm tired, Mitch." she said.
"Of course you are, you performed a master spel-"
"Not about that..."
He glanced at her.
"About living, Mitch. I've lived hundreds of years. I want to let go." she said.
He knew what she meant. He wrapped his arms around her.
"I am too."
She scoffs. "You're just 117."
"And I'm not allowed to get tired?"
She smiled. She looked up to him.
"I'm a 700 years old woman that acts like a teenager. A witch that can't even perform the right spells." she laughed.
He kissed her forehead. "Forget about the spells for now, kay?"
She looked up. "Was that necessary?"
"What?"
"The kiss?"
Mitchell didn't answer instead he slid his arms off of her and walked off. "Just take a rest, kay?"
"But Mitch-" he shut the door. She sighed and dropped on the bed.

The three of them strolled at the neighborhood after Mitchell and George was done on their work.
"Why don't we go somewhere?" Mitchell said. "Have fun, the three of us."
"I'd like to have something to eat." George smiled.
"Me too." Debbie said. She wrapped her arms around George and Mitchell.
For a minute she felt something strange. She stopped. Mitchell noticed her sudden change of mood and looked at her.
"Is there anything wrong?" he asked.
She didn't answer. But Mitchell soon felt what she's feeling.
"He's here." she muttered.
Mitchell grabbed her close.
"I thought he'd be the last one you'll run to." a familiar voice said. "But I guess I was wrong."
"Herrick." he muttered under his breath.
"What do you want, Herrick?" he said.
George went closer to Debbie. She grabbed a hold on her bag that was behind her.
"You both know what I want." he said. He raised his finger and pointed the witch. "You owe me some service."
"I don't owe you anything." she snapped.
Herrick laughed and now turned to Mitchell. "And you... when will you come back to your real family?"
"I'm not part of your carnival anymore." he said.
"You are still rooting for the "humanity" thing, Mitchell?" he smirked. "You can't be human again. You are a vampire now and that's forever. You're wasting your abilities."
He looked at Debbie. "I'll get you and your damn book."
"Try to." she and Mitchell both said.
He laughed. "Look at the three of you. All unwanted. All delusional. You think the human race will embrace the three of you?" he said.
She was about to snap but Mitchell held her. There are people around them. If she started to threw magic off Herrick's face they'd be damned.
"See you soon, madelaine." he walked off. She shook off Mitchell's arm.
Her brown gaze went dark and he felt the anger in her whole body.
"Let's go." she said, walking off.

1965. She was pinning their clothes when the wind started to blow hard. One shirt flew away and she ran after it. But someone had caught the shirt already.
She ran towards the man and smiled. "Thank you." she said. He gave her the shirt and smiled. "The wind was blowing hard this day."
He nodded.
"I agree. It seems like there's a storm coming."
"I hope not." she said.
She smiled. The man was somewhat Irish and seemed to be in mid-20's.
"Deborah!" Maya called as she walked out of the door. She looked at her and the man she was talking to.
She turned to look at Maya and waved.
"Deborah... Such beautiful name." he said. She smiled and looked down.
"I have to go..." she said. "Thanks again..." she said glancing at him as she walked back to the house.

She and Mitchell were sitting on her bed. Mitch insisted on talking to her after encountering Herrick.
She was uneasy. Troubled. Confused and angry.
"I wish I did something..." she gripped on the bedsheet.
Miitchell looked at her angry brown eyes.
"You were still practicing yourself. Once you get a hold of your powers, you can kill him and avenge Maya and the others."
She looked at Mitchell, her eyes were shaking and teary. Mitchell grabbed her and wrapped his arms around him.
She held on Mitchell.
Why are you doing this, Mitch... Why?
Mitchell looked at her. "You're going to get through this... I'll make sure Herrick won't go after you anymore."
He held her hand and rubbed it gently. She noticed his hand. He was wearing her ring. She smiled a little bit and looked at Mitchell.
"You're still wearing this old thing?" she laughed, as she touched the ring.
Mitchell smiled. "You told me to keep it... just so I can remember ya."
She glanced at him. She was keeping Mitchell's picture on her wallet all the time.
"We're in this together, kay?" he said as he wipes the tears on her face. "You're not alone."