Slowly, two
large malevolent emerald green eyes slid open, appearing much more animal-like
then they had been before the ceremony, and the attack.Groaning to herself Vile
climbed to her feet. It took the witch a moment to regain her balance and clear
her head.
The young exorcist
boy had given her a wound across the throat that would be the death of any
mortal man or a very weak witch, But Vile was strong, and it would take more
than that to kill a strong familiar witch.
Straightening
her tight black velvet dress that was now in tatters, Vile walked away from the
empty clearing where her coven’s Halloween ceremony had been disrupted by the exorcist
and his accomplices.
The bodies
of three of Vile’s fellow witches were scattered around the campfire where the
embers still smoldered. Stopping at the border where the grass went from being
scorched by the fire they let rage across the clearing to healthy and green,
Vile felt the wound on her neck, blood still oozed over her chest and dried in
her light golden hair.
She wouldn’t
be able to speak for a while longer, but breathing wasn’t a problem. She didn’t
need to.
Vile had
suffered wounds similar to this many times before and they only made her
stronger than the older witches whose age made them share the human need for
oxygen, food, and water.
Deciding
that she wouldn’t be able to call her familiar, Thorn, to her quite yet Vile
marched out of the clearing and into the woods, determined to hunt down the exorcist
and kill him herself.