Baiting the Trap (The Witch and the Vampire Part 3)
Witch and the Vampire Part 3: Baiting the Trap
Tarot Card: II – The High Priestess or Temptation indicating limit but also invitation. An offer of of immortality and knowledge.
Word Count: 718 words
Characters: @MenaGrazie, @PamR_Area5
Summary: Pam and Mena have a history neither of them discuss. This is how they met.
The swans spiralled skyward, one by one. It was like watchign a falling star in reverse. Their gleaming white feathers shining against the midnight sky as they gained height and distance until, eventually they vanished into the embrace of time and space. Mena and Pam watched them go in silence. When the last of the swans had been seen, Mena gave a gusty sigh and sprang into action.
“What now?” Pam asked, watchign the witch’s almost frenzied activity with some amusement.
“Now?” Mena didn’t even pause. “Now you hide and I let a killer find me.”
“Anywhere, as long as it’s within striking distance,” Mena shrugged, her mind obviously on other things.
“Withing striking distance…” Pam made a show of pacing the confines of the Circle. “I couldn’t get out of striking distance if I wanted to.”
Mena stopped what she was doing and stared at the vampire. Abruptly, she laughed.
“Sorry,” Mena apologized through her giggles. “Blonde moment. When I toss out the bait the Circle will sort of…open. It will still be there but it will expand to include the entire clearing all the way to the treeline. Maybe even a couple of trees in. Will that be close enough?”
Pam’s eyes widened as she realized just how much power the witch was holding. No wonder it felt like the universe was weighing on her. Mena had collected enough magickal energy to do sme serious damage to both supernatural creatures and the mundane worlds. It almost made Pam shudder to think about it.
“Yes,” Pam agreed drily. “That’s close enough for me to kill you if things go wrong.”
“Good,” Mena nodded with no hint of humor or fear. “Remember your promise though. No more blood tonight. Not mine and certainly not his.”
Pam frowned. She’d had a half-formed plan to intercept the other witch on his way in and solve the problem herself. Mena Obviously anticipated that. Pam’s respect for the witch rose a notch and she nodded.
“Good,” Mena gave Pam a fera; smile that wouldn’t have looked out of place on the vampire’s own lips. “Now let me bait this trap….”
Pam took that for the hint it was, falling silent and letting the witch work.
Mena placed herself in the center of the Circle, taking time to ground herself as far and as deep bedrock granite would allow. She’d been gathering power for weeks now, carefully concealing it from everyone. If Pam’s reaction was any gauge, she’d ammassed more than she realized. She wasn’t entirely sure whether to be comforted by that fact or frightened out of her mind.
Before she could think too much more about it, she pulled the power in and threw out her Challenge:
Thief your deeds are done,
Surrender all you’ve won,
By my will, you shall cease,
Your power now will decrease,
Your heart, your blood I Call.
I stand here where you’ll fall.
Murderer your deeds are done
You have lost. I have won.
Mena raised the chalice with the remaining blood above her head in a toast to the Goddesses and let go of her hold on the power. Magick geysered through her and through the blood she held, a crimson fountain of energy and anger and pain and sorrow. If that didn’t get his attention, nothing she could do would.
As Challenges went, it was flowery, overdone and way too old-fashioned. In other words, just what her grandmother would have used. She hoped the other witch wouldn’t investigate any further until he actually saw who was waiting for him.
Pam stared at Mena as the magick rushed past her. She would almost have sworn the witch glowed. Mena stood encased in a ruby glow that pulsed with such life that it brought out Pam’s fangs. Knowing the Circle was open, the vampire turned and ran for the treeline. As tempting as she looked, Pam retained enough sense to realize that this was not for her. This was for the fight. As Pam entered the shadows of the trees she had time to wonder just who and what the other witch was…and whether she stood a chance in hell against whatever he was when Mena fell.