Preys & Predators IV; Monster and Witches Chapter 33

 33.

 

Inspector Watson was all guard then with the loss of his constables and kept his vigil on the Wiccan. The latter had taken to the tavern and remained there. He had seen the Wiccan was accompanied by her entourage, Brown and Stefan. The lady named Lilith was not with them. He had messed up who was in his coven: ten of them besides the Dean, the Mortician, and the lady named Gertrude.

“All is ready, Warlock.” The Dean appeared next to the Warlock. “We have another three hours to reach the event time.”

“Get the place guarded. I do not want surprises.” The inspector told the dean. “I will be in town looking for the Wiccan. Find Gertrude. She is needed here.”

Meanwhile Gertrude had just risen from the soft bedding at her home. She stretched her body, pulling at her arms before she looked towards her latest catch. The figure lay there sound asleep with her upper body exposed to her stare.

“Not a bad catch.” Gertrude praised herself. The figure was a man in his prime and told her he was new in town. He was looking to get enrolled in the Uni there. She had convinced the man that she knew how to get him into the Uni and took him home. It did not take much convincing, and a later morning romp was called.

Gertrude had done her usual mind probe and learned that much from the man was what he told her. She smiled to herself that her thoughts were too far-reaching to assume a stranger to the town was a witch or enemy of some sort.

“Silly me…” Gertrude muttered and reached for the dressing gown, a gift she had bought from the city to indulge in. She stood up and slipped it on. She felt the wet hands around her waist and the familiar scent on the back of her neck.

“Ah…… I thought you were asleep.” Gertrude whispered out while the hands moved onto the front of her chest.

“I was up.” The point was proven to the lady by the man when he pushed himself against her. “Are you?”

“I am up for anything.” Gertrude reached back for the man on the head. She had loved his wild long hair that reached below his shoulder. She envied that, for her hair was kept short by the direction of the Warlock. Her hands rubbed into the thick hair and arched her back. She felt her gown pulled apart from her shoulders and resting on her arms. The gown slipped to her elbows, exposing her chest. She let the lips of the man nuzzle her shoulder.

“You have a huge head, my love.” Gertrude moaned while her fingers ruffled the hair there.

“Not as huge as what I hold there.” The man whispered, his voice hoarse yet muffled at her ears. He pulled apart the gown at the bottom; the sound of the tear was loud.

“Not my gown, please.” Gertrude protested weakly. “I like that ……”

Gertrude had never felt being forced before and was pushed to bend at her waist. She felt the hardness that was there and braced herself for the impalement.

“Yes…” Gertrude felt it all inside of her. At the thrust of it, she moaned out in pleasure, and then he spoke.

“This is how we do it with the others.” The voice came across not as a gesture of the act but as a caution to the tone. Gertrude’s thought was then taken over by the jarring pain at her neck when the fangs bit into her flesh.

“Argh…” Gertrude called out, but it was too late. She felt the spine at the back of her head was pulled back and then snapped. She fell forward onto the flooring and rolled into a foetal position. She looked up at the man who had injured her.

It was not a man but a werewolf. The muzzle and the thick fur.

“You ……” Gertrude mumbled weakly.

“I am Evan the Beast.  You are to die, witch.” The man-turned-werewolf snarled. “I am called that by the other she-wolves, for I am wild within me.”

“And we are not done yet.” The werewolf astride Gertrude was in her position. “I loved fresh kills.”

Gertrude, injured, was unable to fight back. Her learned spells were blank to her then but one. She sent out the message towards the Warlock.

Just as Sven conveyed his to Victor. He pleaded with Victor to restore Henry.

“He is all she could care for.” Sven looked to Victor. “I am getting older, and how many more days have I left? Please assist, young Master.”

“Sven, I am trying…….” Victor looked to the lab that he had built. “I am trying to restore the generator. It may be the …… item to bring back Henry, but I am unsure.”

“Unsure, Master Frankenstein?” Sven looked baffled. “You gave life to …… Mary. Why not, Henry?”

“Sven, I am unsure what was done. Maybe the ……. Electricity worked, or maybe not.” Victor sighed. “I am unsure why I am here. Was it for ……. This? Or for Elizabeth? Or Mary Annabelle?”

“God! I am so confused.” Victor looked at the lab again. “When I was back. I saw the place, and all I wanted to do was to relive my tasks.”

“Madness! Truly madness! I am a creation of God, and could I do what God does?” Victor sighed. “I am just a……”

“God created man… and woman…. To create life. That may be your call here too.” Sven looked at the young master. “Deny not that yourself. You created Mary Annabelle.”

“That was ordained by God, but what I did here was not. Please do not deceive yourself, Sven. I am not …… God.”

‘Deceived? I am not. One day, our mankind will create life from …… ourselves, not with another but in a lab. I believed in that. You did it once, and you could do it again.”

“Sven, you are forcing yourself to think I am the ……. No…… The witch said it so. She gave Mary the …… essence.” Victor said. “She is the one to do it.”

“The witch did say that, but you may have done it with her.” Sven looked at the other.

“Why, Sven? Why do you press on me?” Victor stepped back. It was then he heard the hum of the generator.

“It is working.” Victor's face lighted up. It was like he was given a new hope then. Doctor Abraham then appeared there at the doorway.

“Do you have any more diesel here?” The doctor looked at Sven. “The tank is low.”

The hum of the generator took the attention of the others in the cottage. Carmilla was seated then and looked at Annabelle.

“The generator is working.”

“Perhaps it augurs well for us.” Annabelle said. “Victor can resume his tasks.”

“Annabelle, it was not Victor’s achievement that triggered the creation but mine.” Carmilla reminded the other.

“Help Mary then,” Lauren interrupted them.

“Do not get involved, Lauren,” Rudolf cut in. “It is not our concern.”

“Carmilla, I can sense Mary’s needs. Please help her.” Lauren ignored the father. It was then Kane stormed in, holding the shovel he found at the mansion. He charged at Carmilla. She did not foresee the attack and felt the shovel swipe at her form. She in turn swiped her right hand at Kane, who was thrown back against the wall.

“He hurt me…” Carmilla called out. “The shovel contains iron.”

Annabelle rushed towards her sister and looked at the area swiped by the shovel. There was some damage done to the left shoulder. Even though the form was corporeal, the iron material could hurt them.

“You fool!” Carmilla in turn attacks Kane. She called on the spell, which will burn at his soul.

““Go povikuvam ognot na Hefest. Zapali go suštestvoto pred mene.” (I call on the fire of Hephaestus. Burn the creature before me.” Carmilla spoke of the spell of yellow fire, and the flame appeared in a narrow circle, and then the flames flared out as streaks of flame that lashed out like a fiery whip.

“No!” Lauren called on her own spell of the shield to protect Kane. The shield covered the injured Kane and repelled the fire spell.

“Why did you do that?” Carmilla was upset at Lauren.

“He is not the enemy. He is ……. Abel’s brother.” Lauren defended her action. “Please do not harm him.”

“Carmilla, I can feel it. The lunar event is taking place soon. We need to get there too.” Annabelle said. “Maybe without Lissa, we can garner the pinnacle of power to make Lauren complete.”

Carmilla looked at the young apprentice. Annabelle could be right. They are stretched in their spirit form, and training Lauten has sapped their powers. The pinnacle of power was their last option.

“No, you cannot take her.” Rudolf held the sword he was given at Lauten. “I’d rather see her die than be a witch.”