Blood and Spells

#Human World#

#Present Day#

#10:55 pm#

On this cold chilly night, the natural black hugs the stars as a mother does to her newborn. This might seem like a metaphor but under the dark and quiet sky of Los Angeles, a beautiful mansion stood out from the familiar architectural design of the Obama's estate. A modern house that served as shelter to a single mother and her ten-year-old daughter.

"Mom!" Hailey nuzzled closer to her mother as she tried to absorb her warmth.

"Yes baby," the mother sat upright on her daughter's bed and stroke the kid's hair.

"Tell me a story, I find it difficult to sleep." She let out an exasperated sigh.

"Hmm!" The mother tapped her chin repeatedly and her brow furrowed in thought. "What story do you want to hear Lee? It is past your bedtime."

"Story about the mystery of Los Angeles."

The moonlight brought a comforting beauty as it served as the softest of flashlights illuminating the room while the bed lamp dulled in comparison.

"Once upon a time, thousands of years ago before the creation of men, mythological creatures roamed the surface of the Earth but their major place of abode was the city of Angels, Los Angeles. As a matter of fact, they owned, governed, and controlled the city."

"Now this is some creepy and unique story, not the same old dog and elephant story." Lee rolled her eyes and her mother chuckled.

"Los Angeles was divided into four quarter where the vampires, witches, werewolves, and sirens all occupied. The vampires were known to be the bonafide leader as they did rule the entire Quarter."

A harsh wind blew and tore the curtain from its initial position. As the mother ventured deeper, Lee's heart hammered fast with her pulses racing. The story wasn't only different from her usual bedtime stories, it was deliciously unique and terrifying.

"As the creatures thrived on, War began to set in between the creatures because they all wanted to take part with leadership. The vampires were biased and they banned the witches from using dark magic, limiting their practices to little or no magic. Any witch caught practising magic was fed on as a means of execution by the vampires and that didn't sit well with the witches."

"The wolves were neither treated fairly either as they forced them to evacuate the quarter and occupy the bayou when a wolf killed a vampire. Things weren't great with them all. The older vampires called a meeting between the North and the south vampires to amend things. But the ruthless ruler refused to yield to the council's advice." The mother raised her brows and hands for dramatic effect.

"And what happened?" Beads of sweat assembled on Lee's forehead and a fat one tickled her nape.

The mother's baritone went lower and she muttered with eyes wide. "And one day, a prophecy of doom was declared and they were all eventually wiped out." She snapped her fingers in Lee's face and the kid snickered.

"God was disappointed with the creatures so he decided to rebuild the world. It took him seven days to complete the project and on the sixth day, he created animals and humans. He gave us a developed and more advanced brain and made us dominate the earth. We became the next creature to wander around the perimeter of Earth. The end." The mother stood up from Lee's bed and tried to tuck her in properly.

"But what if some of them went into hiding and they were not fully wiped out mom?" Lee's head jerked up-- waiting, anticipating, and nervous as hell.

The mother folded her arm to her chest and stared at the terrified kid. "This story is just a rumour that has been in circulation for years. Those creatures don't exist in reality. They are simply myths. Cooked up fantasy." She smiled brightly and kissed Lee's freckled covered cheeks.

"But what if one of them escapes from hell and comes after me?"

For a brief second, silence hung in the air and passed on with the cold wind that blew past.

The mother scoffed at her highly inquisitive but naive daughter.

"What is my name, Lee?"

"Elizabeth Smith."

"I'm one of the best homicide detectives and the best cop that LA can boast of. Do you think I will let any harm come your way love?" She squeezed Lee's palms, forcing her to see the reassurance and sincerity in her eyes.

"No mom." Lee shook her head and tucked some shoulder-length auburn hair behind her ears.

"Good!" Lizzy clapped with enthusiasm, kissed Lee's forehead and ruffled her hair.

Lee chuckled louder and muttered. "Stop mom, I'm not a kid."

"Oh please, you will always be my little kid. So, chop-chop! Time to sleep, Lee."

"Goodnight mom." Lee shivered as the weather disintegrated even lower in degree Celcius.

"Good night baby."

Lizzy walked towards the kid's window and stared at the dark cold street. Everywhere was silent in a creepy way. Lizzy couldn't tell if she was hallucinating but she could swear she saw shadows roaming around in swift paces and even her body could testify through the goosebumps that decorated her skin and the hair on her arms and legs that stood at attention.

It had been a long day at work. Solving murder cases, performing data research, gathering information on suspects, and actively interrogating mentally deranged people who felt eliminating a person for the slightest reason was the best solution to their fears or insecurity was practically what her job entailed.

Having worked as a cop for three years and eventually became a homicide detective has its perks and made her realize that not every human you see on the street is psychologically stable. You might just be surprised at the kind of various people housed in the city with multiple murder cases popping up the raider on a daily basis.

Elizabeth believed in collecting proof and evidence. Although her job makes her create theories but there must be a good motive and a concrete validation be it through forensic reports or physical evidences. She doesn't believe anything supernatural truly exists. It is just the weather and cold messing with her mind and brain. Or like her daughter truly questioned, do mythological creatures truly exist?

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#Supernatural World#

#Los Angeles#

#The Forest#

Letting the mouse out of the bag

♥Elena's POV♥

Challenges are what makes life interesting and overcoming them is what makes life meaningful.

All my seventeen years of existence on earth has been filled with trials and quest thrown my way irrespective of whether I'm prepared or not.

As the rightful and legitimate heir to the great Marshalls, the overall ruler of the vampire kingdom and leader over all supernatural realm in Los Angeles, I always remain a target to spite my family, split us apart, or die unjustly.

It is quite alarming that all my life, right from when I was an innocent foetus, people always try to kill me. The witches tried to use magic, The vampires attacked my pregnant mom, The alpha. The ancestors were also against me like I was some big mistake or an abomination that doesn't deserve to roam this earth. Even just bearing the surname 'Marshall' means inheriting my Father's enemies and as a result of that, My father entrusted his best and loyal soldier, Hilda to watch over me right from birth, train me once I was of age, and die for me when the need arises.

As a hybrid with special powers, I learned I'm supposed to unlock my werewolf strength once I clock eighteen on a full moon. So I only have vampire strength and my magically untrained power to protect myself.

The dead brown decomposing leaves rose in swirls and fell to the soil weightlessly like that of a feather. I guess the cold misty weather did that to the forest. As I venture into the thick, abundant forest, I can feel my heart pounding ferociously at what I'm about to do-- but I can't afford to back down now because I have summoned up the courage to inform Hilda about my truest desire.

The forest is eerie quiet but I know this is the only place to find her because her life revolves around the quarter and this forest and if she isn't home then she must be out here feeding on an unfortunate prey or training to sharpen her skills.

As my footsteps approach, crunching the twig and fallen leaves, my instinct tells me someone is watching quietly as I picked up a scent. It definitely is a vampire.

I crouched, bending my legs and ankle behind a tree to steady my balance while I scanned the forest. The scent I picked earlier is gone, meaning the vampire masked the scent, a smart move but I'd be damned if I let the vampire kill me.

While waiting for the creature to strike, I bought out my black daggers pinned around my waist and held them delicately. My heart plummets to the ground at the same time when a silver arrow penetrates the air faster than the wind can travel. I dodged the dagger and it stabbed the tree.

"Come out right here bloody coward, let me feed you to the vultures." An authoritative voice that I will always recognize anywhere called and finally stepped out from the woods.

"As much as I would love to obey you, that will mean wishing yourself a painful death because father won't take it lightly with you." I folded my arms to my chest and smirked.

I was right earlier on, It was a female vampire. There was a deep richness to her black skin; a typical example of an ebony beauty. She has on leather spandex that hugged her wide hips graciously and gave her that dangerous, edgy look. Her hair was cut short and it curled like that of a new born' hair. Her brown iris gave out the mild anger she felt from inside. Warm, yet dangerous. A large tattoo covered her entire arm and back and a nose ring sat comfortably on her nose.

Her heels echoed around the forest as she stepped forward to interrogate me. Her black camisole complimented her outfit. It has a 'V' neck design that hung dangerously low and left her full cleavage on display.

"What are you doing here?" Hilda's strong baritone snapped at me.

"I'm here to learn." I smiled sheepishly.

"Very well, you should be in school and not in a dangerous forest." She scoffed and hijacked me by the elbow, leading me back home.

My head jerked up at her response, I didn't come all the way here just to be shunned. I think it is time to finally spill the beans.

"Hilda stop!" I pulled my arm and halted our movement.

"Elena here isn't a good place for you, you have to leave now." She furrowed her brows and smashed her boot on a crawling Snakehead.

"Woah! I didn't see that coming." My voice came out trembling. The cold atmosphere did nothing to calm my racing heart.

She cocked a brow up and stared at me in amusement. "Where is Susan?"

A musical whistle came from behind us and muttered, "right here."

We turned simultaneously in a fighting stance. Susan leaned her back against the bark of an old tree, wood covering with growing lush green moss and bugs with the size of tiny pebbles crawled up to where they drilled a hole for their nest.

"Did Susan come with you?" Hilda's gaze shifted between Susan and me.

"Nope, I simply teleported. Perks of being a witch." Susan winked and walked towards us while I smiled in response.

Susan is my second guardian, a witch. I inherited her from father as a birthday gift at the age of thirteen. She helps with monitoring and controlling my powers because they can get too overwhelming sometimes. She swore allegiance to father when he saved her from the cold, grip hands of death. Father sired her by giving her some of his venoms and she became a half-witch and a half-vampire.

Susan is the total opposite of Hilda. She is cherry, nice, friendly and a whole package of sunshine and rainbows. But the only Achilles heels Susan has is sleeping with everything that has a tail in between their legs. Susan is the definition of a whore or slut in a good way.

"Hey sugar plum, have you finally let the mouse out of the bag?" Susan seductively licked her lollipop and nudged her head towards Hilda.

I scrunched my face in confusion and whispered into Susan's ears, "don't you mean letting the cat out of the bag?"

Susan scoffed and twirled her blonde hair around her slender porcelain finger. "Whatever! Be it cat or mouse, we still need to get the godamn animal out of the bag."

"Are you guys going to talk or not because I'm still here watching this tomfoolery." Hilda hissed.

I let out an exasperated sigh and faced Hilda. "I think it is high time you taught me how to train and protect myself."

Hilda's face went from furious and stiff to smile and mockery as she barked out a menacing laugh. "You are joking!"

"Hilda you need to cut her some slack, she isn't a baby anymore, we need to help her grow." Susan's face was becoming too white and pale from the cold.

Hilda gasped, feigning shock and stared at Susan with wide eyes. "Oh really?"

"I'm stating what is obvious and we both know that." Susan gave Hilda a staredown.

"We are good enough to protect her she needs no training. She should go read some physics book and train her mind instead." Hilda slammed her fist on the branch of a tree, leaving the tree to pull from the roots and collapse.

My heart sank immediately, what was I expecting? Hilda can be very stubborn and hardly bulges to a person's opinion.

The both of them began to raise their voices and attack themselves and like a premonition, I knew that wish was too good to be true.

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"Enough!" I declared and a chilly wind slammed the both of them to a rock, and the forest became quiet again. It was my magical powers, it was surfacing. My Iris went from black to blue and black again.

"I can't keep going to school and hiding behind my parents to practice magic." Tears welled in my eyes as I walked towards them.

"I will be eighteen in the next three months, my werewolf side will be activated and then what next? I need to prepare myself, Hilda."

Susan nodded in acknowledgement and muttered, "Her powers will be too much to handle then and it can kill her if she doesn't start learning how to control them."

"What?" Hilda and I gasped, shock was written all over us as we waited for some sort of clarity.

"That was what the ancestors said to me. She is a mature adult and should be treated as such." Susan stood up and dusted her short leather skirt that exposed her fine pair of legs.

"When it comes to physical combat and vampire tutoring, you are the best shot Elena has got." Susan held Hilda's hands and squeezed them.

"I can teach her how to use magic and hook her with some hot dudes so she can lose her virginity. I bet it feels like baggage." Susan looked at me pitifully and shrugged.

"You will do no such thing." Hilda threw a dagger at Susan and Susan melted the dagger by chanting some spells.

Hilda hopped on a rock and cracked her knuckles. "Even though I do not fully support this."

She jumped on an old tree and broke two strong branches. "I knew it was going to come to this one day but I have always procrastinated it."

She landed on another rock and began sharpening the branches till it was smooth as a stake. "You want to be on my level?" Her voice was laced with humour.

"Yes, thank you!" I said excitedly and threw a kiss at Susan who slapped my butt in response.

"Climb bitch." She winked at me and threw a stake towards me.

All my fears and anxieties instantly left me the moment the stake touched my hands. I held it like a prized trophy, savouring the smoothness and sharpness. I felt the need to say something appreciative.

"Such a new fragrance you are wearing. It's lovely."

She rolled her eyes and said, "it is mosquito repellant, you filthy liar."

"Oh! I love how this is going, I should get some popcorn." Susan clapped excitedly and giggled.

We stood six feet apart, eyes locked, waiting for who to engage first.

Hilda smirked at me with that dangerous eyes and began to circle me. "Someone out there is holding their breath and waiting for you to fail."

"Make sure they suffocate, sugar plum." Susan hollered at me and giggled.

I charged forward with my stake and Hilda's stake met with mine. She was so strong that I began to breathe faster.

"What's wrong? Having a second thought?" She asked with brows cocked and a cocky smile graced her lip.

With anger, I struck at different angles and her rod kept meeting mine. I knew she was good and probably taking it easy with me. I definitely needed other tactics.

She lunged with full vigour, screaming into the forest while I dodged and fell from the rock. She jumped from the rock with her rod heading towards the direction of my heart. I rolled to the left and her rod got buried into the soil.

"Hmm! I guess I will have to go with my fists then." She gave a devious smile and punched my face. It was painful as hell and I could feel my bones retracting and rearranging.

I combated with my fist for a while before tearing her cheek with my stake.

"Cat got your tongue? No more bluffing?" I chuckled and watched her wipe her blood from her cheek while I picked up my stake.

Her wound began to heal with her skin stretching over till it was normal again. She flashed a cheeky smile and muttered. "Arrogance is the camouflage of insecurity."

"I bet you know that because that is your method." I stood up and dusted my pants.

Her smile went still and a deep frown took over. She lunged, missing my hand but caught the sleeve of my jacket, ripping it and grabbed me by my neck.

"Oh! Did I hit a nerve?" My voice was laced with pity and sarcasm.

"I got you now, so surrender." She hollered with wide eyes and panting breaths.

"Over my dead body." I glared and finally snickered.

"Oh! That's right. It is already dead." I smashed her face with my head and she released me to the ground while groaning.

Her eyes went from black to red, meaning danger. She gripped my legs and dragged me to the mud. "Lesson one; know when to give up when you are clearly beaten. A warrior that runs today lives to fight tomorrow."

She extended her hands to me and helped me get up. "Lesson two, your enemy won't let you know when they are about to strike. You must make your moves unpredictable." She walked away without looking back.

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