Bang.
The sound of fabric burning, followed by a bone-crushing pain, sent Inez flying. She dropped to the ground a few feet away from the witch. The bloody dagger was still in her hand. The witch, on the other hand, was touching the wound on the side of her neck where Inez had jamd the dagger into her skin.
"You bitch..." the witch cursed as she glared at Inez, or Inez thought that was what she was doing because it was hard to see things clearly, with her head going woozy and her body turning disoriented. However, she didn’t stop. She couldn’t stop. Inez knew that if she let the drug take her down now, then there would be only two things that would happen.
One, she would be killed.
Or.
Two, she would be taken away.
Death had never scared her. There were tis when she had stayed locked up in the cell when Dominic lost his temper with her and put her in that small cell for weeks. Forgetting that she even existed and leaving her to starve and stare at the small window. Waiting for soone to rember that she existed.
At tis like these, Inez had seen death rather closely.
She wasn’t scared of dying. What she was scared of was being taken away.
Away from her pack, her friends and Killian. Oh, Night Goddess, he was going to lose his shit once he found out what happened.
The witch seed to be surprised. She must have believed that the drug, along with the spell, should have taken down Inez. The witch had tried to injure her, but she didn’t try to kill her, which told Inez everything that she needed to know. She was here to kidnap her.
Not cool.
Her vision soon clouded with sheer rage, and her siren rumbled a dark growl as she lunged at the witch. Inez watched as the woman tried to draw another spell, but she didn’t give her a chance. Scooping the soil from the ground, she hurled it at the witch. She might be all omnipotent when it ca to magic, but was quite useless when it ca to dealing with soil in her eyes. Hah.
Inez shot forward and stabbed the witch in the arm. Since witches used their hands to use magic, as long as their hands were deed useless, they would be no different from humans. There were witches who could make use of magic without using their hands, but they were older, more ancient. And Inez didn’t believe those witches had the ti to bother a little siren like her.
At least she hoped. Gosh, she was really going, wasn’t she?
The witch stumped and teetered, shaking her head hard. However, Inez didn’t release her. Letting the witch get a hold of herself would be no different than signing her death warrant.
Taking the dagger out, she twisted around and attacked the witch once more; this ti around, she aid to stab her in the heart. She sent a prayer to the Night Goddess, hoping that the dagger would go right through her heart. Because that was the only way to kill a witch. Stabbing her in the heart.
Yeah, Yeah. So what if this thod was similar to killing a vampire? They were all the creatures of the night. And it was basic biology for all living creatures, so forgive her for using a thod which wasn’t out of the box.
Hands grabbed her tight before she could stab the witch. Those hands pushed her back as the woman started to chant another spell, one that sounded deadly even to Inez’s half-unconscious self.
"Oh, no, you don’t. That spell is a low blow."
Inez didn’t know what happened. She just knew that one second she was standing all upright, and the next second she was pliant against sothing or soone. She raised her head with so difficulty and—
"Tracy?"
What was this woman doing here?
"You are a really big magnet for trouble, aren’t you, little one?" Instead of answering her question, she smiled at her and helped her down on the floor. Inez couldn’t understand why Tracy was here and why she was even looking at the witch like a teacher who was facing a really bad student. It was weird, and yet here they were.
What was going on? Inez couldn’t help but wonder. Why was she sitting on the ground like an idiot and letting soone else fight the fight which belonged to her? Thoughts like these kept flitting in and out of her head, and yet, she stayed put. She didn’t move, nor did she stop Tracy from facing off against the witch. It was as if she knew that the woman would win.
"You have no right to interfere," the witch hissed at Tracy. Her eyes were glowing eerily in the dark as she spoke to Tracy.
"You are wrong." Tracy tilted her head to one side and stared at the witch. "I have every right to intervene. I told you minions to let your Great One know that what she is doing is against the very course that fate had designed for you all, but she didn’t listen. She is still hell-bent on doing sothing that she shouldn’t. You have violated the very rules that are designed for your kind. So, of course, I have the right to intervene."
The witch snarled before raising her hand and drawing the array with her fingers. The blood-red painting hovered in the air before glowing eerily.
"Watch out–"
Inez called out softly, having lost all power and strength due to the drugs in her system. However, Tracy didn’t need her to look out for her. The woman simply raised her hand and snapped her fingers; the sigil the witch had drawn disappeared.
The sight alone was enough to shock Inez, much less the witch, who realised that she had run into a formidable enemy. Inez noticed the fear in the eyes of the witch and knew that she was about to backtrack, but before she could warn Tracy, the woman had already taken out a silvery whip from the side and hurled it at the witch before catching hold of her legs.
"Naughty kids aren’t allowed to run. Nuh-uh."
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