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EVOLUTION OF THE TRANCE WITCH

By Christine King All Rights Reserved ©

Horror / Fantasy

Chapter 1 Captives Among Us Conquer

 Captives Among Us Conquer


It was said to not last forever. They wouldn't have to suffer for long, but they had been suffering and starving; kept prisoner and barely kept alive with this blood broth boiled in a big pot. They were treated like animals... and they were nothing more than that, to their vampire masters that would feed off them. A whole coven, an infestation of vampires in an abandon castle. Sometimes when the weaker human blood-bags would get ill, they would chop them up and cook them for the rest. That was the highlight of life for these suffering souls. "Latonya, Latonya!" Annamarie called. "Mother is sick." What disgusting waste and filth they slept in; eating and sleeping and defecating in the same little box of a cell. It wasn't uncommon to hear wailing and screaming in the night, from when some were dragged out and taken away to be feasted upon, and put back, drained, weaker and sometimes going deaf or blind, or both. Yes, this was their lullaby to sleep. Latonya did not wish this for her mother and her sister... she planned to escape, for she knew it was either stay here and suffer and die, or take a chance to escape this hell; and most likely be hunted down like animals, but a risk she was more than willing to take. She was desperate for any other option, than to stay in this cell to die.   Latonya’s eyes turned black, her skin turned to scales and her dreaded matted hair turned white. She put out her hands to the bars and they exploded, shooting away. Vampires hurried to contain this situation, but she sent the bars flying into them, impaling them, hanging them as ornaments on the dungeon walls. What divine demonstration of evil.  She had awoke on the floor of the prison. What had happened? Was it all a dream? No it wasn’t. The bars had been broken and she looked over to find her mother lying, still, where she did; and her sister just next to her mother, staring at her making the sign of the cross.   “Latonya...?” Her mother said as if questioning within herself whether what she just witnessed of her daughter was real or of her own delusion of ailment. Seeing the vampires pinned on the walls lifeless. Latonya, not knowing it yet, was a new breed of witches, that she would learn of in time set-apart from this great escape. Another tale in and of itself.  “What happened?” Lantonya asked. She look on across over the floor of filth and dirt and grew an awareness of the situation. The prison bars gone, and no one alive to stop them from leaving this place. She scrambled up and took action, regardless if she accepted or understood what had happened; it was a complete blank to her, but she knew what she had wanted. She had wanted her and her mother and her sister to get out of here. She gathered them up and made her way to the steps, up to the sun or to the moon, she didn’t know, she hadn’t known for days; but she knew it was the way out. Helping her sister as a crutch, supporting her mother’s weight, they limped their way up the stone steps.  She was weak very weak. No she would not make it far and would just keep them from fleeing themselves. Her mother wasn’t strong enough by logic but the heart fights logic; the two, the heart and the mind have been at war ever since the dawn of man. Could she save her heart from drowning in sorrow, if it was to come to such a thing where she and her sister would have to leave their mother behind and make a run for it.  Latonya wanted all of them to remain together, but she might not have any control over that being more than just an unprecedented and foolish hope.  The vampires would soon come after them. Leaving her mother behind was not a decision Latonya or even Annamarie had concluded upon. Their mother made this decision when the roar up the stairs followed after them atop the castle walls. She collapsed. “Go on, leave me, get out of here!” They looked back and gave their mother one last goodbye, running on ahead, looking back at her for a second and last glance. They had escaped and turned to face and looked up at the castle from the grassy field far beyond, with the torches lighting above where their mother had been left behind; and at the mercy of the merciless. The only thing that chased after them was the mourning of their mother. They turned in approach of the trees to seek refuge from across the vulnerability of the field. The saplings promised safety above all else... more safety than what they had known for a long time now; since they were brought to the castle.   The trees were dense and unwelcoming, unruly, but it was nothing compared to what they had fled from. They came to a stream and rushed to drink from it, watching vigilantly all around for any danger. “We need to reach beyond the barrier where our magic will be stronger, and we must hurry if we are to make it, they will not let us leave from here alive to reveal their secret hideaway. They will not.” Annamarie said, keeping her wits about her. They were young and healthy regardless of their frail and skin-and-bones appearance now.   She was right they would not let them escape, they needed desperately to get passed the barrier where their magic would be stronger. “I don’t know how you were able to use magic back there Latonya... it was a wicked sight to see you, do what you did... nothing less than what the vampires’ deserved, it was a miracle granted by the devil, if I’ve ever seen one; and however you were able to do it, I know things to be from the devil to come with a great price. There is to be a great curse upon you Latonya, I can feel it.”  She followed after her sincere and ever wearily growing sister, as they trailed along the stream; pressing to get out of this victimized circumstance, and well out of reach from the vampires.  Her sister was the only one who knew what happened that night. Latonya had no idea of what happened.  What has she done, has she brought this upon herself? Was her obsession to break free from that dungeon the thing that caused this? Was her hope for it so strong that the devil himself had responded and granted her wish?  It was certain that she did not know. Not even a trace of a brief memory; one moment her hands were on the bars, and the next, she was on the floor awakening to a profound and dream-like miracle, a dream and hope fulfilled from out of a nightmare existence. All those poor dying souls left behind; what would become of them...  Latonya felt an increase of power and Annamarie stopped and turned, beginning a spell. She opened up a black split in the atmosphere; she had created a portal, and this portal of hers would lead them back home to the village from where they came. Where... if there were any at all, the answers would be.   There was something amuck about this whole thing from the very beginning, for significantly just her, her mother, and her sister, had been taken. She felt there to be a conspiracy behind and about this whole thing. Someone in the town had wanted them gone... why... and who... and whether they would ever find an answer was the most important question. They would keep their return a secret, speak to no one, and trail within the shadows of life, until they could learn what happened. No doubt whoever was behind this would not expect their return, so they had the upper-hand here in a way or had them at a somewhat disadvantage. But not enough to tread on in there, loudly and boldly for the whole world to know it... whether if they wanted to know it or not.   Fear pulsating throughout their bodies, pounding in their blood, sickening and unsettling their state of well-being, plagued them. It was disgusting what this vile situation had concluded to. It took their mother from them, and summoned the devil. Annamarie was sure of it. The devil was called to their aid, and he made his relentless and undyingly devoted appearance. It had to be so. But, there was good magic... just not the magic Latonya had used... their was black magic as well. Black magic was more powerful, yes, but what had been a sufficient offering to give up to the devil for Latonya’s request of him... she would now have to belong to the devil, right. Isn’t that how it works. The price for what happened that night, would have to be an exchange for Latonya’s soul. Annamarie’s sister belonged to the devil, and she would remain cautious of it until she knew how to go about doing something about it. She would help her sister find a way to keep the devil at bay; from coming to collect what is his. There was a man, a wise man, outside of the village; he would know. He lived on the outskirts of the village for a long time, and he was no doubt labeled a witch-doctor of some kind. Lucky day for him, he would be visited by two authentic witches, for probably the first time in his life. They would be done with this village. This disgusting village full of morons, the poor and rich alike. Stupidity didn’t favor you whether you were poor or rich, and that was the real world. A world that learned of magic and rejected it, and called it evil. Leaving the powerful to humble themselves and keep their power a secret, but what good was it to have power if you couldn’t use it. They should just do in the whole village, light it up, burn it to the ground. That was wishful thinking. But they would never find out who exactly it was who wanted them gone if they did that. They would have to delve deeper than that; for this might be bigger than to just involve a few of the villagers to be the mastermind behind it all. “Sometimes I wish people were smarter than that.” Annamarie slipped a cloak off the rack from inside the closed up shop, and put it on as Latonya did the same. They hurried and had gone through the portal again; now in this desperate living, they were forced to turn to thievery. Next would be food... and then rest. They would choose a room in the inn. Nothing could stop them, and they would be gone well before the sun came up, before anyone would be the wiser.  Cheese and a loaf was as good a meal as any, and that was what they ate as they watched the moon rise outside the window. Annamarie closed the shutters, shutting out the superstitious cold and rejecting the mortal world outside. She took a look at her condition in the mirror with the washing bowl beneath, and noticed how filthy a mess she was. Latonya hadn’t looked near as bad. She still had color to her cheeks, whereas there was none within her and her desert skin, sucked into her bones. “This won’t do.” She touched her face and a speck of light absorbed into her skin. It spread out over her entirety rapidly, and where there was nothing but just skin-and-bone once, there was now shapeliness. Latonya drew up her hand and was about to do the same spell, but Annamarie turned and grabbed her arm and silenced her anxiously. “Don’t use magic! Latonya I fear for you. The devil was summoned by you, I don’t know how, but he was, and I am certain that performing magic will make your situation worse. Don’t, I will do it for you...” Annamarie put into action the same spell and Latonya became enriched with strength and beauty; the swell of her breasts and hips filling out the robe. Latonya’s ashy hair gleamed with a sheen of vitality and vibrancy as the dirt was cleaned away from her; and her green eyes shot back at the window to the clattering sound of the wind against the shutters; a sudden horror came over her. “Annamarie help me, don’t let the devil take my soul.” “I fear it is due to be collected, but I will not let the devil have your soul, even if he is to face us now and it comes to the very thing of I having to prevent him. I will stand in the way of him from taking you.” Latonya grew frightful by her words. The devil would not like her mocking him like this, and might just show up right now to make an example and a fool out of her.  “Annamarie be careful with what you say. Don’t test him. Don’t entertain the thoughts of such things.” “My dear sister. I am reckless you know that. I will hold my tongue if it frightens you. Come now let’s get some rest for the night

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