Make Your Move Katherine

Add werewolves and witch hunters to the list

Katherine

Ju’s words replayed over and over in Katherine’s mind as she left the mage’s workplace that night. “Witches were created to destroy vampires. Werewolves were the original hunters for the witches. Then the organization of witch hunters was formed centuries ago- the dark magic was born.”

Werewolves were real? Well, why not- maybe Peter Pan might be flying in next.

“But you work for him,” Katherine had stated the obvious a furrow deep between her eyebrows, her lips twisted in a confused pout.

So, witches are bad or the good ones here? This is confusing- Ju seems like a good witch but in the beginning, werewolves were the ones that hunted them…but witches were created to rid the earth of vampirism. Was vampire the good guys? Certainly not Oscar…he is evil- maybe the one exception? Even as her mind whirled, she knows that Oscar wasn’t bad as she was making him out to be.

“Yes but, I’m a mage, I don’t deal with dark magic. My spells are protection spells- only good.”

"My Queen, long before me and uh- King Julian, it is believed that the first vampires were created as a punishment for lusting after one which she should not have. Oh yes, a woman was the first to lust after which she should not have," she nodded, her eyes indicating she spoke the truth when she saw Katherine's unbelieving look. “So, Eve left a trend, eh? If you believe in that sort of thing…oh, it gets better, then she birthed a true vampire- yes, a man- following which the scorned wife of the man she had an affair with, again made another creation... the witches to end them."

Not werewolves as every book she's ever read indicated, Kat thought then. So, the first vampire was born from a cursed human by the wife of the person she had an affair with? Making the alleged scorned wife a witch to begin with?

“No,” Ju hesitated with her words when Kat had worded them to her, as if she herself had not thought of that. “She was a human full of hate and that fueled the earth to churn up a cleanse- I think. May- maybe she was a witch- who knows. That’s not important though- is it?”

"The man who was unfaithful from the start of it all, brought about the werewolves and thus the story moves on from there to the witch hunters," the mage explained then encouraged her to refer all her future questions to Oscar. She did not even know where this 'dragon king' fit in the entire scenario.

Hours later, Katherine is still trying to wrap her mind around the words spoken to her, even now. She feels her head whirling and she sucks in a harsh, panicked breath, thinking she is passing out due to the poison that Ju had found in her system. Maybe a trace of it remained. Or they had found some other way to get her, her mind swirled. Her hands stilled on the towel she just tucked in as another topsy-turvy sensation rocked her and she fell to the floor just as Oscar burst into the bathroom.

“Ka-” she heard before she blacked out but not before she felt Oscar catching her. How, when he had only opened the door when her legs gave out?

‘Vampire speed.’

When she opened her eyes, the sound of birds greeted her. Wincing she turned her head and smelled the rich earth. Fresh rain, daylight but no visible sun or excessive heat.

Not afraid she took another deep breath and closed her eyes, happy to be anywhere other than that dreadful castle. Her eyes widened and she sat up looking around. She seemed to be in the middle of the woods and in the middle of a clearing.

She spots a more than a century old, looking well, a stone pillar five meters away from it, a moss-covered, flat stone about the size of a coffin next to it. ‘How ironic and fitting.’

How on God’s green earth did she get here? Katherine walks towards the well and peers in- dry…ah, another weird dream. Hmm, she wonders when Oscar will be joining her. Katherine looks forward to the dreams now, for it’s the one place where she can touch him freely and be touched without feeling any sort of way.

She looks towards the sky and shades her eyes expecting to see the sun but it is nowhere in sight. Wherever it is located, it was hidden by thick grey clouds.

Suddenly, oddly dressed people walked out from behind the thick trees and to the alter chanting under their breaths. They each held a burning thick cylinder candle in their hands held in front of them. All candles were about six inches in length diameter the size of the rim of a regular drinking glass. All white except one which was red and the only one that was placed on the stone. The sounds were oddly familiar to her ears when the voices rose a notch and a frown made its way to her forehead. They placed a heavy book on the flat stone surface of the stone- it was an altar of some sort she realized then when another sprinkled…flower petals over it. Purple-colored one.

She fell over heavy on her backside, gasping when the same woman pulled a dagger out and sliced the inner part of her palm and squeezed so that the blood dripped on the flat stone. Then she took two steps back still clutching the sharp blade and passed it to another, who walked forward and did the same. Three others followed.

‘What sort of Illuminati sh*t is this?’

Then they removed their heavy brown cloaks and Katherine saw they were all females. Okay, so not Illuminati obviously, she answered her earlier thought. Then, four others walked past her, covered in the same heavy cloaks, with huge hoods and it dawned on Katherine that they could not see her.

This is a dream, she realizes then.

Scrambling to her feet she cautiously walked around them and saw the newcomers were male and they did not go to the altar like the others but stood behind them. The chanting continued, intensifying when the males joined in the chanting. Looking on top of the stoned alter, she saw the drip blood-covered flowers and saw beneath it was a chalked symbol drawn on- no wait…it could be salt. Definitely salt.

The thick covered book was opened to a page that was written in a language that she was not familiar with but drawn on the corner of the left page was a symbol. She was certain it was the same one that was mostly covered by the flowers on the stone that she could barely see. It was in black- maybe ash as it has those particles outlining it. Like two sets of claws; two vertical and four diagonally across it.

Abruptly, darkness descended upon them and Katherine looked towards the sky- the moon- no an eclipse was upon them. Her eyes widened and she jumped back when the four men let out painful cries and dropped to the floor, writhing in agony. Needles pricked under her flesh then and she glanced around, crying out loud in astonishment.

Kat felt the air around her growing cold and she huddled. Isn’t it about time Oscar made his special appearance? She could do with his body’s warmth now. “Why is it so cold?” she looks around expecting to see snow. It was not sleeting. No hint of it was on the low grass.

Why was she in this nightmare alone, where is Oscar?