Witch Hunt || Tuah & Faye
Tuah fell to the ground the same time as the last bits black ichor dispersed into smoke, the stench filling the air made their eyes water. “No!” he screamed as the heart began to glow, filled with the coven’s magic fused with Faye’s. Green and violet went in and out of the withered heart, cleansing it from the witch’s magic and destroying it altogether. Tuah started scratching his eyes out, blood dripping down his fingers as he screamed, feeling the pain of what the witch was going through.
“Don’t you think I know that!” Desmund snapped back, hands bracing against Tuah as he tried to stop the older vampire from harming himself further. It took everything in him to pin Tuah down, straddling by his hip as he fought Tuah’s flailing arms. The scar on Tuah’s palm continued to bleed, bloody tears streaming down his face as his jaw unhinged. His body contorted beneath Desmund’s weight, and he was afraid that he could be toppled anytime soon.
Something screamed, and Tuah’s eyes rolled back as both the witch’s and his consciousness were pulled into her memories.
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Faye could do nothing as Tuah started to claw at himself. She had to keep the spell going. She had to stay within circle, or it risked disaster. But whatever connection the heart had to Eleanor, it was attached to Tuah as well, seemingly through his own connection to the other vampire. As the heart burned, and Eleanor and the witch writhed beneath the disconnecting magic, Tuah felt it too. All of it. Faye felt a slash of visceral terror rip through her gut at the sight of her dear friend in so much agony. Desmund snapped back at her with just as much vehemence, and Faye couldn’t blame him. He was doing his best. But Faye knew his best might not be good enough.
Tuah wasn’t a small man, and he was a lifelong soldier along with being a vampire. His strength might be too much for even Desmund to handle. In the corner of her eye, Faye saw the younger witch flinch, and nearly step from her place in the circle. “You move and you kill us all!” Faye told her over the cacophony of crackling magic and cries of pain. “Finish the spell!” Faye looked across the circle to Moira, who was still standing firmly in place. The other witch gave Faye a nod before saying something to her daughter. The young witch said something back, but seemed to get ahold of herself after that.
It was hard for Faye to stand there and be unable to help Tuah or Desmund, but she had no choice. They couldn’t break the circle. Magic rolled through the heart and the connection between the witch and Eleanor. Magic and pain and memory. Faye felt it shudder across her skin as something screamed. Something far away yet oh so close. Her eyes fluttered shut against the onslaught, and while she couldn’t see the memories herself, Faye felt them. They all did.
Pain, agony, fear, love, regret, hatred... they twisted through the air, thick and heady like oil or incense smoke, and as the spell came to it’s conclusion, Faye felt a violent surge of empathy for the witch, and anger towards Eleanor. But it was done. As Tuah’s body went limp, Faye felt the last of the witch’s connection slipping free into the ether. A gentle breeze pushed through the room, stirring the ashes inside the circle.
I am not a monster... a woman’s voice whispered even as it faded away.
I am a result...