Hybrid Trilogy

Chapter 17 In the End

A third Werewolf advanced toward Jasmine, just as she finished muttering an incantation, and went to strike her and stopped, It turned and started toward, the cowering Ruby, she hissed and bared her fangs, but her weakness denied her the ability to stand the Werewolf took no notice of her posturing, opening its jaws, Ruby screamed out "GEORGE," petrified panic paralysing her still further, she reached out her hands and tried in vain to stop the Werewolf, but it bit down on Ruby's head her blood bursting out in all directions. The look of total and utter panic was the last look she wore, as this was closely followed by the fractures appearing On Ruby's inert body, light streaming from them, before she exploded in a cloud of dust.

Jasmine screamed "MY LADY NOOOO" "I do not understand the spell, it should have worked" she thought and expected then to vanish, but instead feeling like she had been snagged on a fishing line she was pulled at speed from the tomb. George turned to see, sweeping one of the Werewolves aside without a thought, letting out a mighty howl that seemed to rock the very foundations of the tomb. all the other Werewolves stopped for a moment, recognising the howl as a cry of anguish. A rage of gigantic magnitudes took hold of George and the second and third Werewolf met with a grizzly end as Georges anger gave rise to him having no regard whatsoever as he had previously for the lives of the other Werewolves.

He rushed out of the tomb snarling and growling to try and find Jasmine, some other Witches tried fruitlessly to stop George in his tracks, there spells seem to fizzle out. As he moved forward toward them, the spell they cast just seemed to bounce off him, like he was somehow shielded from them his anger seamed to make him impregnable, George was possessed by a rage and grief so intense even he was surprised. "My magic has no effect on him, my master" cried out Orchid a young Witch, of it appeared no more than 16, a Witch who clearly felt out of her depth, as new to the craft as her Vampire master was yet to make his first kill. "Mine are the same my lord" said Cassandra. George began heading toward her as she appeared to have Jasmine at her mercy, and he recognised her. "Leave 'it' to me" said a tall thickset Vampire with a Germanic accent, who was dispatching Werewolves with consummate ease.

"You deal with that" he said pointing dismissively at Jasmine. He was a dark and broody looking man about 6ft 8. The Vampire known as Drakon, was the oldest and strongest Vampire, and in fact was considered as the father of all the Vampires he may not have sired them personally, but they had him to thank for their existence. He had been in the country for a thousand years having travelled over in 814 AD from Eastern Europe.

George looked at him with unadulterated rage in his bright yellow eyes and his heart, roaring, snarling and salivating as he approached. some other Vampires jumped on George in an effort to stop him and with a rage so profound he ripped them apart never once taking his livid stare from Drakon, his growls were steady and even George advanced and locked arms with the Giant fang bearing, hissing Vampire. To his surprise, Drakon met with resistance, to him a new and unexpected sensation and he was for a moment at a loss, George seized this opportunity throwing Drakon against the tomb wall with a mighty crash, dust and mortar erupting from the impact. As Drakon banged into the tomb wall, generating a loud thunderous sound a spray of blood, issued from his mouth as the wind was knocked out of him.

A dribble of red appeared from the corner of his mouth and his nose started to bleed, Drakon wiped the back of his hand across His lips looked at it and then at George, raised his eyebrow, almost in admiration and hissed at George, showing his now blood-stained fangs, and used the wall to leaver himself back into the fight. All around them the battle between good and evil raged on, Vampires and Werewolves fighting and falling in equal measure.

Meanwhile Jasmine had gathered herself and stood facing Casandra, "The Vampire bitch is dead, and your mutt is soon to follow" Casandra sneered sarcastically "Then why am I still here?" Jasmine said smiling, although in fairness she didn't really understand, as she hadn't managed to cast her survival spell. "Well let's see if we can change that shall we." Said Casandra venomously, and as she did she hurled a volley of spells at Jasmine. Jasmine was able to block these and return an equal barrage, catching Casandra off guard one of the spells blew her back and she crashed and broke one of the tombstones. Jasmine felt that she had the upper hand, and Casandra was inclined to agree with her. So, recovering quickly Casandra jumped to her feet, shouting an incantation at Jasmine, that halted her mid cast, the spell began to suck the colour and life from Jasmine, she tried vainly to gasp for breath and a visible cloud of life split in to two forks, one going up into the sky and the other flowed from Jasmine into Casandra. All the other Witches looked on open mouthed in horror as Jasmines life-force appeared to be drained from her, but before this power transfer was completed Jasmine vanished. Casandra had in the eyes of a Witch committed the ultimate sin, and that is to kill one of your sister Witches or, so she thought.