Snippet #2353067

Malice Whateley

“Be ready to run when you do, your coven aren’t going to let him go easily.” Malice answered bowing slightly, watching as the young witch ran off ahead of her. She waited until she had finished her cigarette to move in after Alcyone, it would do her no good to follow the witch in and get captured too. As soon as she saw Alcyone exit from the nearest cottage with another of the witches Malice began to creep towards the building, apparently they weren’t expecting any other visitors tonight.

Malice snuck in through the window, drawing her small pistol as she did so, just in case. The kitchen was empty other than a young cook who had her back to the vampire, she was singing quietly to herself whilst she washed up plates in the sink, evidently oblivious to Malice’s entrance.

Continuing through the house Malice found the door linking the barn to the house and silently pushed the door open. The room was surprisingly well lit for a barn but that was probably for the witches convenience over Maccus’, following the shadows across the room Malice was confronted by the form of Maccus’ tied body, there was blood covering the majority of his extremities but no visible wounds now, good they hadn’t been in recently.

“Maccus?” Malice whispered quietly, testing whether her sire was awake. ‘Nothing, damnit!’ Malice cursed to herself; quickly she began to cut the bonds across his wrists and hefted the old vampire onto her back. It had taken her some time to creep through the house due to the surprisingly old building’s creaky floorboards, the cook was no concern to her but everyone can scream.

Hefting Maccus onto her shoulder Malice headed towards the doorway, being sure to step quietly. Though this was apparently made useless when an ear splitting scream came from behind her, turning angrily she was confronted by the small cook a look of fear and panic across her pale skin. “Please don’t hurt me!” the girl begged shielding her obviously crying face.

“Really?” Malice asked sarcastically, with one eyebrow raised. “You scream really loudly at the person obviously wanting to get away silently and THEN ask them not to hurt you? Urgh. Well I’m busy at the moment so I suppose I won’t.” Turning her back to the now cowering girl Malice half ran out of the building, the witches would know she was here by now and the shouts of anger from one of the other cottages confirmed that fact.

Taking the quickest path she could Malice ran to the gate under which Alcyone was waiting for her arrival. “How was the reunion?” She asked coldly, baiting the fires. “Fruitful I hope?”