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Mark of the Witch
Song By Hexentanz
SARAH
Take his eyes
Abandoning her mastery of lightning, she raced through the forest, nearly stumbling multiple times in her urgency to reach Godric.
She sprinted, hair strands loose from her ponytail, as though the gates of Hades had opened behind her, unleashing pursuing demons. Her skin crackled from the residual electricity while thunder roared overhead. The scent of rain was in the air, and ominous clouds were rolling in like a malevolent presence.
She cannot recall the last time she felt this level of fear. Not when she was a child experiencing night terrors. Not with the demon breathing down her neck as she fled through shadow. This extreme level of panic was not present when he was trapped under silver netting.
This escalating fear grew as anguish transformed her soulmate into a searing, searing pain, and evil hisses slithered and chilled the soul bond from within.
His cries penetrating the he soul, this was an act of torture, and she would exact retribution if given the opportunity to harm those who harmed him.
"Celeritas!" Sarah shouted her magick into the cloudy, dark sky as it ignited beneath her skin. Let me be swift!
The run would have been much riskier in long robes, but she was lucky to have put on her sweater and denim shorts early in the evening before facing the storm, out of sight.
Take his ears
She was on the verge of madness as the curse slithered through the soul bond once more and his screams—his screams—reverberated inside her head.
Godric!
Sarah paused at the edge of the treeline, using every ounce of her willpower to keep from recklessly facing danger. Upon seeing the small grove, she instantly recognized her bloody, savage soulmate kneeling, stooped and trembling, agonized screams coming from his mouth, while three women with varying hair and skin tones stood at a safe distance, their arms raised to the dark, ominous sky.
"Ashka. Ashla. Ashka.ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩOver, under,ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩover. And from the cage shall he recoil from under elder oak. Does the dragon coilـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩand howl."
Shadowy echoes of an old tongue. Terrible chants emanated from their mouths as brown eyes surveyed four motionless bodies in the vicinity. Although her vampire killed a number of witches, he was unable to defeat them all before their spell rendered him helpless.
Surveying the small limbs on the altar, Sarah felt a wave of fear wash over her and her breath catch in her throat. An offering for the most sinister of art forms. These were no ordinary witches. They were child-eaters, hags, and monsters. Demons who honor a superior demon.
"Take his voice. It was beneath the radiant sea, above usـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩamong us and rob the cage shall she be called.ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩUnder the elder oak does the dragon coil down."
As a group, they all lowered their arms simultaneously, then raised the left one and gestured three fingers toward Godric. Sarah shouted in response as the vampire expelled a tortured scream and convulsed with rolling eyes before collapsing onto his side, curling defensively into himself.
"No!" The witch roared as she hastily advanced, her right hand extended with a spell poised on her tongue.
"Incaendium!" Expressing her fury by directing her beloved element through her hand. Sarah aimed the explosive ball directly at the center of the surprised trio. She didn't fall to her knees next to her soulmate, and couldn't afford to waste time. In an attempt to raise him up, her hands first gently rested on his shoulder blades and then moved under his arms. Hissing in pain, he trembled in her arms as she attempted to lift him to his feet.
To protect him and herself from the witches who could approach closer or throw counter spells in retaliation to her fire, her malicious gaze remained focused on the enemies while the fireball flared, creating a brilliant explosion, forming a flaming wall between the two parties.
Sarah opted to forgo her efforts to elevate the vampire and instead resolved to conceal him. She held Godric tightly as she silently recited the teleportation incantation, staring at the three figures in the midst of flickering flames.
As she hid Godric from the witches' soulless, hollow eyes, she was overcome with hatred.
"Ashla. Ashka.ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩOver, under,ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩover. And from the cage shall he recoilﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـDoes she protect the dragon coiling under the elder oak. Like us... but a betrayer. Sides with a enemyﮩ٨٨ـAshkaـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ROHL DA ELDER OAK. DOES THE DRAGON COIL DOWN!"
Their voices became louder and more wicked, and the words swept over them both, sending a deep, intense shiver down her spine. Godric expelled a deep shudder that rippled through him as he pressed harder against her, burying cold features into the shelter of her neck.
Her eyes welled up with tears as she witnessed his reaction, before the teleportation spell whisked them away from imminent danger.
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Her back struck the ground painfully before Godric landed on top of her. The witch wheezed out what little air remained in her lungs as pain flooded her at his crushing weight on her chest and stomach.
"Me dolet..." it hurts. A low hiss emerged from her mouth.
His response was a low, racking moan of pain as he lay tense and unsteady above her, head resting on her chest.
"Godric?"
She painfully raised her arms from her sides and gently touched his shoulders. He remained unresponsive to her touch, but he was freezing. Colder than usual. It has been observed that curses can solidify into black ice, freezing from within. Concerned, Sarah gently pushed him off her and attempted to roll him onto his back in the damp grass.
Refusing to be rolled onto his back, he turned to her and hissed, his fangs bared. Cloudy, blue eyes, blurry and unfocused, looked up and stared beyond her, and she gasped in fear. He stiffened, partially lying on top of her, and she lost the ability to push him down. He seemed to have morphed into a brick wall, suddenly unyielding while his features twisted in horror.
"Oh, beloved. What have you done?" Sarah's expression darkened as she saw the harm done to her vampire. When he recoiled at her mental voice, she reached out and brushed her fingers over his right arm in a silent apology, realizing that she had also spoken through the soulbond.
Tightening his jaw and closing his blurry eyes, Godric turned his back on her and crawled away, muttering in a guttural tongue.
"I have no idea what you're saying." Using the bond as a mental conduit, she stood unsteadily and followed his crawling form.
"It hurts, it's cold—help me, sorceress. I cannot see. I am unable to hear, and my words have been lost. Please—"
Take his eyes. Take his ears. Take his voice.
She swore colorfully as she caught up to him and then lowered herself to sit beside his quivering body. It was understandable that he sounded afraid. Due to the theft of his senses, he was left defenseless against predators and lost in shadow.
"We need to find shelter, we have to teleport again. It's too dangerous to stay out in the open." Touching his shoulder tenderly, she held her breath until his sightless eyes lifted from the grass and foliage to gaze in her direction.
Sarah expected him to lash out, as he usually did but much to her surprise, he practically crawled into her lap, trembling and desperate.
They required some form of shelter. He needed a safe haven while she worked to discover the evil curse that ensnared him in darkness and ice.
"Refugium." Sarah hissed the spell, her stomach flipped over, and she clung to the immortal as the teleportation blinked them into the thunderous, dark air above.
A black abyss was the destination of their teleportation. As she stumbled and fell back onto the hard, jagged ground, the witch let out a startled cry and for the second time that evening, Godric's weight landed on top of her causing her to groan in distress.
In a pained haze, she swiftly raised her hand and conjured a witch wisp to illuminate the area. The shadowy chasm dissolved, exposing a deep, shallow cavern.
Sarah moved, pushing at Godric's shoulders until he climbed off of her, allowing her to painfully ascend to her feet as well, while the glowing, pale sphere hovered above them. After scanning the tiny circler cavern, she raised her gaze to her wisp.
"Scan the area in a few moments to ensure that no enemies are present." The witch wisp vibrated in place, then jingled as it circled her and Godric.
Brown eyes swiveled around to examine her trembling soulmate in front of her. His body was tense, his jaw was clenched, and his cloudy eyes were concealed behind tightly closed, pale eyelids. As he hunched forward into himself, faint shudders were audible.
Sarah grasped his left hand and intertwined their fingers, then gently led him to a spot she selected in the tiny round cavern. Exhausted, she sat down with her back to the rocky wall and quickly gathered him in her arms. He collapsed against her, shivering and lethargic, pressing his icy features into her warm shoulder as the wisp's pale glowing light faded inside a tunnel to look for potential threats, leaving them encased in darkness.
With a gentle hum, Sarah tucked her arms beneath his, then raised her palms to stoke his shoulder blades.
"Calor."
Magick surged within her, then exploded out and engulfed her, radiating heat beneath her skin.
"Oh..."
Godric promptly reacted as the heat conjuration elevated her body temperature, transforming her closer to a living, breathing heater. She was thrilled when he sighed in appreciation. It was only a short moment before he leaned in with genuine enthusiasm, lacking smoothness and tinged with desperation, pressing himself against her as if he could penetrate her skin with enough effort, attempting to connect with every part of her simultaneously.
He was suddenly pressing his features against her neck, absorbing any heat her skin might provide, his nose just below her jawline. Head spinning at having him so near, she shifted her legs so he was resting more comfortably between them. Godric groaned in a raspy voice, his cold breath brushing against her ear before he licked her.
There was something thrilling about the way he trembled against her.
When her palms shifted to roam over his lower back crease, a sound akin to a whine emanated from his mouth before he collapsed weakly against her, moving to nuzzle against her lips.
Sarah stayed motionless, in utter silence as he purposefully pressed his cheek to hers, nuzzling as a rumble sounded from his chest. She stuttered before bursting into uncontrollable laughter when she realized the big bad vampire was purring like a kitten in her arms.
She inadvertently leaned in closer, reciprocating the affection he offered so openly by resting her forehead against his.
He quickly fell into a purring silence, heavy, warmed, and exhausted in her arms, as she felt her entire world shift to focus solely on him.
She slept poorly.
For a vampire who was practically dead during the day, he awoke countless times with a choked cry on his lips and fangs bared savagely, only to find her arms around him, pressing her lips to his forehead, ignoring the scent of his matted, bloody hair, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.
Sarah shushed him as he pressed his nose to her jawline and inhaled deeply, her fingers gliding across the nape of his neck. With him nestled beneath her chin, she whispered soothing, sleepy, broken words through the bond as her active wisp floated above, illuminating their resting place and endlessly searching for threats.
She was aware that frequent magic use would wear her out to the point of sickness, but she dared not shut off the heat beneath her skin that boiled her blood or dismiss the witch wisp in case the hags discovered their resting place. Furthermore, thanks to her active warmth spell, the icy residue left on his skin by the curse had dissipated, and she was relieved he felt as warm as a human in her arms.
While the curse intensified the icy chill of his insides, he would have to endure the cold temperature of his own body until it was entirely lifted, but with the aid of her magick, she could offer him at least some temporary relief.
The witch shifted her body slightly against the cavern's hard wall and floor, clinging to the unconscious vampire in her lap before bending forward and pressing her features into his warm, bare shoulder in an effort to make her body endure the uncomfortable and numbing position.
Under the dried dirt, mud, and blood that covered his skin, the witch swore she could smell pine and spice. A dark, faint musk, a natural scent that even a vampire appeared to possess. Sarah breathed him in and plotted.
She will seize their eyes, ears, and tongues for this offense. The witch will rip them apart, put the fragments in jars as retribution, and then, once they are dead and rotting, she will give him back what they stole as gifts.
She held Godric throughout the remainder of the day as if he were utterly hers, as if he had always belonged to her and was fated to stay.