An: So production for season 2 has started I'm excited. Also some of you might have noticed I've gone back and added chapter tittles, tell me what you think.
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She didn't need to chase the girl she'd frightened but she let her go anyway, with luck she'd go running back to the other's and they'd all gather together in one place thinking they'd have strength in numbers.
Wolves after all worked better in packs. Besides she had other methods.
An obscure blood talent that allowed her to take a person's memories from their blood, usually it involved actually drinking the blood in question from which the memories were drawn but she had no inclination to so intimately taste the essence of one so vile.
Instead she merely called forth the memories she sought held within the now headless body at her feet and distilled them with a whisper and a wave.
From them she divined the location that the wolves would no doubt be converging upon, readying themselves to do some hunting of their own.
It would seem Fenrir had chosen a location some miles hence for his den.
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It was a shame really she thought as she danced to the side of a rather lacklustre curse while battering away a stunner of all things, Werewolves had once been the things of nightmares, wild and untameable, now they were for the most little more than slobbering dogs.
With a flick of her wrist she transfigured a nest of vipers from the roots of a nearby tree, setting them on the unlucky werewolf who'd been trying to use the trunk for cover. He wasn't able to react in time to undo the transfiguration not that he would have been able to, and he fell writhing.
It might not be the full moon but they should have been so much better than... this.
It disturbed her that things were not as they should be.
So much had changed since her time.
Even now years later she was still catching up, spending seventy odd years locked in a coffin was a long time and hadn't helped. Modern technology still sometimes got the better of her; though she liked to think she was at least as capable as most humans.
Werewolves though...
It wasn't just Loup Garou either, what had happened during the last two centuries?
Mother had kept her all but chained to her side so she hadn't but rarely strayed from civilization or even kept up with the wider world at large, what was the point after all? Better to not torment herself with impossibilities.
Happy thoughts she reminded herself, she was free now, no more befriending innocent girls to send to their deaths.
Still...
Almost idly she broke herself out her reverie to snap the leg of one of Greyback's idiots who had gotten to close.
"Bitch!"
Smirking she decided that she was going to finally get a chance to use that line she'd been dying to use ever since she'd heard it.
Normally cats were more her thing but she could make an exception for this.
Thank god not all modern vampires were as pathetic as the ones in the movies Laura had misguidedly tortured her with when she'd been tied to that chair.
"Guess that makes you dog food."
Really honestly how had she not thought being forced to watch something like would be anything other than insulting?
Besides real vampires were so much better!
"And now you're dog shit!"
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The muffled screams coming from the giant six eyed dogs head she'd spent hours perfecting when Laura wasn't looking made it all worth it.
Laura probably would have disapproved but she had to do something to amuse herself when she wasn't around to bug and the looks on the faces of the nearby watchers was nearly enough to get her to crack a smile... nearly.
Condescending smirks were more her thing anyway according to Laura.
Well time to clean up here and more onto the real mess.
Greyback had preferred to stay in his stupid cave where he'd been lurking for the last week or so from what the memories she had gathered had told her, some nonsense about staying true to his animal nature and abandoning his humanity the way that humans had abandoned them or something.
That's why she hadn't been able to find him, no clever spells or carefully hidden wards, no, she hadn't been able to find him because he was sitting in a stupid cave of all places.
It very much irked her, and she took that irritation out on the gormless ingrates she'd spent the last five minutes dancing around waiting for them to get serious until she'd realized that this was the extent of their ability.
With a blurring motion she let her body fade from sight to be replaced by a clamour of screaming crows that tore at the wolves as she moved amongst their midst concealed by the birds that tore at them.
Idly she set one on fire as she passed before tearing another's mind to shreds, leaving him on the leaf covered ground with blood pouring from every orifice. The only one so far who had showed any kind of dissatisfaction with the disgusting life they led had been the girl she'd let run.
She'd have to do something with her later. Once she might not have been able to bring herself to care for the girl's plight, crushing all stirrings of emotion beneath the icy visage she had crafted for herself in order to harden her heart against the tasks her mother forced her to carry out.
Now though, now she was free and she couldn't bring herself to leave another chained like she had been.
Pushing away thoughts better saved for another time she continued on through the werewolves' ranks slowly but surely decimating them.
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At last half an hour after she had dealt with the last wolf she finally found herself perched overlooking the cave Greyback was in.
She hadn't made any attempt to hide her scent or conceal herself, though she was probably too well hidden by the leaves and branched around her for him to see. It didn't matter though he'd be able to smell her.
Idly she noted it had started to rain. All about her drops slowly started to fall. They splashed about the leaves and branches above, bouncing off and breaking apart into smaller beads before succumbing to gravity and once again heading towards the soil below as they continued onwards.
Overcome with a sudden sense of whimsy she couldn't resist stretching her hand out, a tiny puddle forming in the centre of her palm. With an errant thought she made the puddle swirl into a gentle whirlpool, twisting into concentric circles until she let it drain away through her fingers.
Laura's childishness must have been getting to her. Wistfully she recalled Laura's propensity for splashing in puddles.
A movement at the edge of the cave called an end to her reminiscing.
Eyes sharpening she drew her wand, she didn't really need it but it was good to practice with it occasionally; it looked like Greyback had decided to emerge.
Blocking out his boastful if uncreative shouts about what he would do to her when he caught her she dropped to ground.
It was time to see if he was a good as everyone seemed to think he was.
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They started off trading a series of brutal but effective spells; thought the blood curdling curse he threw at her would have only made her throw up her lunch more than anything, not that he knew that.
For all his viciousness and lack of anything resembling hygiene he was a skilled duellist. She didn't think he'd deduced what she was yet though, though he seemed to have some inkling.
Deciding to give him a hint she decided to respond to the mid-battle banter he never seemed to let up, making sure to flash a pair of suddenly very sharp teeth at him when she opened her mouth.
Eventually he got it after a comment about the good old days of impaling people on giant wooden spikes and drinking their blood.
Sadly while the conjured stakes were a nice addition he didn't quite seem to realize the position he was in.
Must be a case of little dog syndrome, she mused. Well she'd just have to show him who was the top dog before she stuck him full of holes and drained him dry.
Chaining together a particularly difficult set of spells to distract him she threw in a few comments about her thoughts on his intelligence before advancing, carefully constructed whip of cursed fire in hand, extending from her wand tip ready to strike.
Cracking it she drove him back several steps as he fought to undo the hot iron chains tangling about his foot while dodging her ever shifting weapon.
Smirking she made sure to deliver a series of glancing blows that steamed and hissed as she withdrew.
Contrary to her words she didn't feel particularly inclined to touch his polluted blood, but that didn't mean she couldn't play with her food a little, even if she wasn't going to eat it.
It was she thought, the same way cats enjoyed knocking over full glasses.
Finally starting to seemingly understand that he was outclassed Greyback let out an almighty howl of pain at his newly inflicted wounds, eyes darting wildly as he resumed casting with a renewed vigour.
His spell casting almost doubled in speed and she was soon twisting herself through the air to dodge the rain of cruel iron spikes he sent at her. Catching one mid air she continued on with her twist using the momentum from the speeding blur of metal until she came full circle, now horizontal to the ground.
Gleefully she lobbed it back at him and danced to the side of a wolf he'd transfigured from a nearby boulder that lunged at her as soon as she landed.
Wand suddenly unnaturally sharp she plunged it down into the creature as it leapt past.
Now this was fun!
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Back and forth they went trading curses and transfiguring the nearby rocks and branches to attack each other with.
To her pleasure Greyback managed to last much longer than the others. He'd been as she'd expected of a werewolf. Unlike the rest of his pack he had failed to disappoint her with his vicious skill and instincts worthy of such a creature.
But sadly all good things must come to an end
During their fight the rain had only grown heavier until now it fell in torrential pour.
Greyback for all his skill was just a wizard, a little more skilled than most and far more vicious but he tired and bleed all the same.
Blood loss and fatigue was at last setting in.
Distracting him with a staccato of banished tree limbs she prepared to finish it.
With a good deal more concentration than most spells usually cost her she unleashed the large scale spell she'd been building up.
He'd impressed her enough for something a little flashier.
A very powerful curse originally intended as a suicide spell, it bound everything in its radius including the caster.
As soon as it took effect everything in a twenty metre radius of them froze.
Outside their little bubble of halted time the rain continued to fall. She though didn't need to be able to move to make things happen.
Greyback's eyes if they were capable of moving would no doubt be darting about, as it were though he could only watch as the water falling unmoving from the sky slowly began to freeze over.
Directing the thousands of tiny razor sharp shards with her mind she held the spell freezing them in place even as she felt her body start to protest. Greyback though while a werewolf and more resilient than the average human looked like the spells effects were starting to effect him.
The spell she had used quite literally halted everything. That meant the air and blood inside of a person too. She was strong enough to survive it for long periods of time but others were not.
Greyback's eyes were bulging and he was pale and sickly looking, if she held the spell much longer he'd quickly start to die.
That was a little too boring of a way to go though.
She let the spell go and watched as Fenrir Greyback was torn to shreds and impaled upon a thousand gleaming shards of ice.
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Knocking on the door of their cabin a sodden Carmilla let out a cheery call.
"Honey I'm home."
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An: The quote was from Alucard for anyone that didn't get it. Though she tries to hide it she can be a bit of a dork when it comes to fictional vampires. And when it comes to vampires they don't get much better than him and somehow I think Carmilla might need something a little more 'traditional' to wash herself of the bad taste Laura's movies left her with.
Carmilla's trick with the water was actually inspired by the scene from Atla where Katara turned the rain into ice shards and Xemnas's final attack with the lasers in Kh2.