Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
“Let’s go watch Netflix while we can, once we’re back at the coven we won’t be able to for a while.” Bonnie said, her tone full of regret, walking towards her room.
“Mom’s probably going to ground us for a while.” Kelly said with a frown, her voice just as full of regret. Kelly and Janice followed after Bonnie.”Which means we won’t be able to go to the shipping village to catch up on our shows for a while after we get back.” Janice pointed out.
“That’s going to suck, dammit, I’m so mad at Sarah.” Kelly said, her voice showing her irritation.
“Which is why we should catch up now, before we can’t anymore.” Bonnie told them. The other two nodded their agreement.
Sarah woke up four hours later, the three Witches were so fully occupied by their shows they forgot to check on Sarah.
Unnoticed, Sarah went into the weapons room in the cottage, she grabbed one of the swords, then snuck out the kitchen door.
Sarah quietly made her way to the prison. When she got there, she found the door into the prison was locked.
Sarah stared at the chain wrapped around the door handle, and the huge lock hanging off of it. It took her three swings of the sword to break through the lock. She overheard Bonnie say the dart she put in Alora should last twelve hours once. So Alora should still be asleep and helpless. I couldn’t kill her, but I could cut out her pup and she would live.Ever since Jack found out about who Alora was, he kept talking about personally breeding her. He actually wanted to fuck this slut. It was all her fault for enticing. him, the whore did it on purpose! I couldn’t risk torturing her while she was awake, thanks to her stupid spell that sucks you dry of all your blood. But she was drugged and helpless, I could do whatever I wanted to her.
I preferred being able to make her scream when I cut her up, but seeing as I couldn’t risk that, this would have to do. This bitch owes me for every beating Jack has given me in the last three days. I walked over to her cell, the slut was still passed out on the floor, I opened the cell door and walked up to her.
With a kick to the bitch’s body, she was now laying flat on her back. This position would make it easier for me to stab her uterus and pull everything out. Not only would I kill her pup, she’ll never be able to breed again. Jack wont ever fuck her if she cant breed. Standing above the whore, smiling at the torment she would go through when she woke up without a uterus and her pup dead, with no hopes of ever conceiving again. 2
This was perfect, this way this bitch’s filthy bloodline will end with her. There will never be another daughter blessed by the Moon
Goddess in the Heartsong Clan ever again. This thought felt so good it made me laugh, her pain, I couldn’t wait to see it, hear her screams of agony.
I laughed as I used all my strength saying, “This is what you get for what you did to Jack, YOU FUCKING WHORE!” as I thrust the blade down, towards the bitch’s uterus.
Just as the blade was inches from the whore’s belly, the slut opened her eyes. Her eyes were glowing, and filled with fury. Sarah didn’t stop, but right before the blade could even touch skin, something happened. Next thing Sarah knew, she was flung up and flew back as a wave of power slammed into her,
Sarah was flung out of Alara’s cell, across the hall and into the bars of the adjacent cell. Her head hit the bars with a crack, and
Sarah slid to the floor in an undignified heap. Blood was streaming from the back of her head, staining her blond hair red. Sarah, unable to understand what had just happened, blacked out from pain and blunt force trauma.
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Alora’s POV
There was the sound of a chain breaking with each spell we undid. Looking at the chemical compounds of the tranquilizer, even though they had been adjusted, I was able to easily process the drugs. Soon we were no longer trapped, we were free, and furious.
I opened my rage filled eyes in time to see Sarah standing over me screaming as she thrust down. The blade was aimed at my uterus, just as the blade was about to meet flesh. The protective spell surrounding my pups activated and the resulting force tossed Sarah back and out of my cell. I heard a sickening crack, and then a thump.I rolled over, and struggled to my feet, swaying with light headedness. I stumbled forward a few steps before I was able to walk properly, with only a slight limp. I looked at Sarah, there was a flash as the light caught on something around Sarah’s neck. I focused my slightly blurry vision on the shiny object.. 6
I remembered what it was just as they came into view, my rings. I laughed out loud, startling myself with how much loathing was in my laugh. It shouldn’t surprise me to feel this way about Sarah. She had long ago crossed my bottom line, I no longer had even one ounce of mercy for this female.
My walk over to Sarah took on a predatory feel to it, if someone saw, I imagine they would have seen a hunter stalking its prey.
Because that was what Sarah was to me now, prey. The moment I reached her I ripped the chain off her neck, leaving bloody lines behind.
With the rings in one hand I used my other to draw the chain out and whip it in the direction of Sarah. The chain hit Sarah in the face and left a long and bloody gash down the side of one cheek, from her eye to her chin. I put the rings on my thumbs, and I felt them connect with me. Not wanting to have them taken from me again, I said the spell that had them becoming tattoos on my skin.The sun set, and my regalia became tangible, the rings as well, but they were no longer able to be removed. Like the regalia, if anyone tried to take the items off me, the items would turn back into the state of a tattoo on my skin. I ran the fingers of one hand through my star laden braids. I felt strength start to fill me again.
Just then, the three Witches who had been helping Sarah rushed in. The looks on their faces as they skidded to a halt and saw me awake, and out of my cell, were hilarious with varied expressions of horror. Me on the other hand, I was delighted, my prey had just come running to me. I felt my lips stretch into a predatory grin that exposed my fangs.
The fear on the Witches faces let me know just how scary I was being at the moment. Around me, all seven rings of the rotating mandalas of Blood Harvest glowed red under my feet. The Witches were instantly frozen in my fifth ring, the seventh ring being out passed the open door of the prison.
The red glow caused the area to darken, lending a sinister quality to the atmosphere. Sarah’s body was lit up in the glow, but I didn’t plan to drain her dry, I had plans for her. The Witches, realizing they couldn’t move, and knowing what was about to happen, started to cry and beg. 5
I was deaf to every bit of it. “I don’t think you three understand.” I said to them in a slow icy cold drawl, pausing a moment to let those words sink in before continuing. “I have absolutely no mercy for you.” Their expressions of fear on their faces shifted to horrified realization. “You never should have crossed my bottont line.”
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The Witches never got a chance to say another word of begging, because as soon as Alora finished talking, their screams of agony sounded in the prison as they were painfully sucked dry of all their blood. Sarah woke up when the screams started, she looked down and realized she was in my power circles.Sarah let out a horrified scream, got up and stumbled outside before collapsing just outside my seventh circle. Sarah, no longer able to stand, started to crawl away while screaming and crying. The Witches stopped screaming, only because they lost the ability, a few more moments and they were dead.
With the new influx of power from this feast, I transformed into our Kitsune form. I put Blood Harvest to sleep, and activated my
Kitsune fire. Some of the purple flames, swirled in one inch circlets around my regalia’s wrist and ankle cuffs. Behind me, the rest of my flames, in a circle larger than my body, formed eighteen balls of purple fire.
Our bushy tail was long enough to touch our ankles in this form. It was swishing side to side at a slow, and slightly hypnotic pace.
Each time it went too far one direction, it would curl at the end, before slowly going back the other way. The walk out the door of the prison was of a leisurely stalking predator.
