Amnion Crepe

WAYNE’S POV

     “I believe we have met before,” The woman before me, the witch, said and took a step closer. I needed no soothsayer to tell me that this woman was dangerous, so my survival instinct kicked. I pointed the dart to her, trying to scare her from coming closer.




     Though it seemed this did not work better because she did stop, the frosty expression on her face did not give out anything as fear, even a little. Instead, she smiled; a smile that never reached her ever-cold eyes, yet for a moment, I felt hypnotized by the smile. I found myself sidetracked as I checked her out, this woman was indeed beautiful, and she was young.




     Despite my 6’6 stature, I could tell that the witch had her own share of height as well because she was just 5 inches below me.




     Her legs were perfectly long, and the appealing hourglass figure of her body appeared well outlined in her skin tight, black leather Jumpsuit; an outfit that favored her D-cup sized breast. This time her face was bare, only that she had several rune markings on her forehead and taut-skinned cheeks, which blocked me from seeing the real beauty of her face.




     Aside from her juicy, red lips, I must not exclude her now loose, wavy hair, which came all the way to her back, and the way her nose-stud glimmered with the gentle light of the rising sun, making me think I was staring at the goddess of seduction herself. I could tell despite the rune marks that her features were delicate and enthralling at the same time; her eyes however said the opposite, as they were nothing close to mild.




     This was she, the cloaked woman in my dreams for ten years. The hidden figure and my sweet tormentor, this was she standing physically before me and not in my head. However, why should such a beauty be as vicious as she seemed to be - or was, why did she have to succumb to the unworldly path, why?




     “What are you thinking, wolf?” She suddenly asked in her yet sweet and mesmerizing voice that had her fluent accent sending chills down my spine.




     However, the first thing that crossed my mind at her question was - ‘Just read my thoughts, witch; and...’ “Stop calling me ‘wolf’!” I said aloud, the dart in my hand still pointing to her.




     The witch chuckled dryly, taking another step forward.




     “Do not come any closer!” I threatened with a quite shaky voice as I waved the steel at her. I am so sure my legs moved back a bit.




     She smiled again, but this time I did not let myself get lost in it. “Do you really think that flimsy move of yours can scare me?” She asked; and for a moment, I thought of fighting to kill her, to avenge my Father and every other innocent one that she had poisoned, but it felt as if something unseen stopped me― it could not let me go through with it.




     I felt my breathing throb hard against my chest as I bit down at my lower lip, a horrid realization dawning on me that I would not even be able to fight this witch if this invisible being did not hold me back.




     “I presume you have figured everything out yourself. Do not hide it anymore; at least if you do not think for yourself, think for the people around you.” Here came the threat again.




     My hands subconsciously lowered, so did my head. There was something convincing about her voice, it seemed as if I could not think or hear anything else aside from a voice and mind that told me I was indeed a Wolf. No! She was probably using witch tricks on me; I should fight it, I should!




     I suddenly raised my head and our eyes locked. “Stop blabbering, I was born a demon and I remain a demon! There is nothing you will say to change that!” I yelled, yet her expression depicted nothing. She just blankly stared at me with a light twitch of her lips.




     She walked around me. “Do not think you can fight off what is bound to happen if you go against what your mind is telling you. Your little ‘Freke’ world is nothing compared to the forces of the witches and wolves. I presume your pathetic, so-called Father did not tell you that he was first poisoned and spared by the Alpha in a battle; not only that, he lost the battle woefully.”




     “Why should I believe you? I have learnt that you witches are full of tricks; you use it to get what you want. So why should I believe you?” I spat, instantly turning around and charging at the witch with the dart. She precipitously avoided my attack, came around me, and palmed my back forcefully. I felt the excruciating pain course through my bones as I fell to the floor, spitting blood, 




     I swore that the story would have taken another turn if Damien did not come to my rescue. Nevertheless, disbelief overshadowed my relief after I watched the witch swiftly evade Damien's sudden assaults. My jaw dropped, what creature on earth was speedier than a Vampire was?




     What was more, it did not just stop there. Just as the witch was able to elude quick attacks from Damien without so much as a drop of sweat, she was also able to strike; some of which Damien could not avoid. This woman was indeed more than a Witch!




     Warm hands kissed my shoulders and I felt being pulled up. I later realized it was Lucerne. The latter's eyes were locked on the battle before us. I was so sure he was as surprised as I was because the witch was truly incredible, she was an extremely skilled fighter; no wonder she was always able to vanish on time even if Damien chased her with great speed.




     The last straw that broke the Camel's back was when I found Damien on the floor, holding onto his chest and groaning, while the witch stood tall before him. I did not know how she did it― how she managed to get Damien to the floor.




     Her left hand stretched by her and a Lance immediately formed in her palm, my jaw dropped even more. She was a Crepe. Now this explained why she defeated Damien at the first round of battle, but it still did not explain the kind of speed she possessed. I was certain that no kind of spell could even grant one the level of speed the witch had.




     In spite of this, Damien was not giving up. He jumped to his feet and wiped the blood that trailed down the side of his lips. In his eyes was the passion to avenge. Red anger swirled in them as they glowed, his fangs bared, his claws elongated, and his skin turned pale. He was going to fight the witch in his true form, now she had no chance against him.




     I did not know how wrong I was until the battle before me started to look like two puppets manipulated on the sand. Damien was losing it, and the witch was not taking him seriously. She only did much to counter his attacks while Damien seemed to exhaust his strength on her.




     Despite the fact that taking animal blood only decreased the might of a vampire, Damien was not weak. If it were any other Persons, he would conquer them in a blink. It was entirely the witch; she was doing something to him. Then again, what was I to expect from a Crepe though?




     I lost all hopes of Damien defeating the witch after she hurled him with a potion, making him land on the sands beside the sea. Lucerne hurried to him, and so did I.




     I looked back at the witch, she did not seem to want to attack any further, but the look she gave me was a promise that this was not going to be the last. She was surely coming back. Her countenance was so fierce that it caused a burning sensation in my skin. I shuddered as I watched her turn around and vanished from sight.




     Damien's coughing made me turn back to him; he had changed back to normal. I did not worry much about him because it would only take him minutes to recover his strengths if the Witch did not trickly use any Poison on him. I helped him up, crossing his right-hand over my shoulders as Lucerne did the other hand.




     “She is such a skilled Lancer,” Damien whispered between gasps and a huff.




     “She is no ordinary Lancer,” I said with a grunt as I almost lost my steps from the effect of Damien’s heavy weight. My brothers turned to me with a questioning expression playing on their faces, “She is an Amnion crepe.”