Before Damien could go after the black witch who had the girl, the male witcher came in front of him. Stopping him from taking a step forward.
“We meet again,” said the black witcher, his eyes had turned to slits and his face patches of scaly-looking skin that was white and black making him look hideous.
“Unfortunately,” Damien replied back. Checking his hands which now looked black just like Penny had told. He wondered if the witcher had made use of a spell to hide his hands and appearance completely that no one had caught it before. Even Penny had realized about it after they had returned back from the bookkeeper’s place, “Step aside you,” he said leisurely putting the bullets in his gun which he had exhausted earlier on the other witches.
“But I am not done talking to you,” the male witcher’s tongue peeked out, slithering itself out and in as he spoke to Damien, hindering his gaze over the other witch who still held the young girl captive.
“I will make sure to host a tea party the next time we meet so that we can sit down without much interference,” Damien responded back, done loading his gun, he looked up at the male witcher.
“What pretty words you have,” the male witcher continued to comment for Damien to respond back with.
“Not as pretty when I blow your head,” this only made the witcher grin wider, his eyes looking livid at Damien.
“Not before I rip your guts out and have you hang on the tree,” the black witch pulled out something from his pocket, picking up the sticks like a doll he said, “Do you know what this is?”
“Your representation after you die?” Damien humored the witcher while still keeping an eye on the black witch who was standing far behind the male witcher. The man laughed, his body shaking like Damien had told a big joke to him. Damien on the other hand only stared at the man.
“Javier! Stop fooling around and kill the vampire. We have to fetch the bag,” one of the black witches shouted at the man as if he was an impudent fool and Damien couldn’t agree more over it. Damien had given one book to Penny while he held the other in his coat. Noticing the book boy standing there with a shocked expression while trying to camouflage with the wall so that no one would notice him, Damien called him, “Book boy! Catch this!” without another word, Damien threw the book from where he stood to the boy.
The boy looked like someone had put the light from hell for the witches to catch him standing near them. With the force Damien had thrown the book towards, he staggered the bag with an oof sound, his body staggering back.
“Hold it for me unless you want to die,” Damien shouted at him and the boy nodded his head. With a lot of townsfolk people who had scurried back to their houses or were hidden behind the trash bins are other places where the black witches couldn’t see them, Owen turned out to be the special boy. One of the black witches saw the little exchange, her eyes falling curious about the book which the vampire had thrown at him while also asking him to keep it safe. Without any hesitation, she swooped right down and at him.
Seeing this, Owen quickly bolted from there. Running with all his might as his life depended on the book. With the book, he was going to die by the hands of the black witch and without the book he would be sucked dry to death by the vampire.
Right behind the male witcher, a scream erupted through the vampire’s mouth who had stopped the witch from dragging the girl on the ground. The female started to cackle loudly which had the humans cowering further in fear to see the vampire fall down with his leg that twisted in his body.
The black witch held the voodoo doll in her hand, playing with it to twist the doll’s arm and the low vampire cried out again in pain before his head was torn away slowly from his body to fall slack on the ground without being touched.
People around gasped at what happened, the smell of death only getting more evident as the looked at the body with the head torn. Blood started to spill on the ground, flooding it around the body.
“You all should know by now to not stop a witch when she’s going somewhere. Anyone who tries it will only meet the same fate as this one,” letting go of the girl, she walked forward, picking up the vampire’s head and dangling it in the air for the people to see who hadn’t seen yet. The young girl though hurt started to move further and further away before running away from the black witch who turned to look at her running.
The girl ran past Damien and before the black witch could follow her sacrifice for the day, he had shot the gun right at her feet. The black witch stood still, looking down at her feet where Damien had shot and then looking back up to hear the male witcher who was in front of him snicker.
“You missed your shot.”
“I did?” Damien c.o.c.ked his head looking at the black witch who irritated, “I am sure I got her right,” it was often told to aim the witch’s head while going for a kill as the bullets they had created before in the past was never that effective.
Soon the black witch’s fingers and hands started to crumble to dust, moving one inch after another as the black witch screamed before her voice turned to nothing but an echo.
“You bastard!” the male witcher looked back in rage for killing another sister of his, “Just you wait,” he said playing with the voodoo doll to hear Damien say,
“Don’t you know that the voodoo doll won’t affect a pureblooded vampire?” Damien raised his hand pointing the gun at the witcher, “Guess, we’ll have to postpone our tea when we meet in hell,” and he pulled the trigger.
