Somewhere in an abandoned house a young witch with a purple crescent moon tattooed on her neck cut out an old woman's heart. Her hand shook and tears spilled off her chin. The heart was cold, and damp and she took it in her palm and yanked it out. A squelching sound accompanied the organ being removed.
The witch had a black cloth bag in her hand and transferred the heart into the bag. It was heavier than she had expected. Standing, she swallowed her emotions, taking a step back, glass shards crunching under her feet. Outside humans milled about, ignorant to the dangers of the world. It turned her stomach that there were vampires and werewolves living in the forest right next to them and they had no idea. Someone had to save them, or they would happily be slaughtered while pretending not to notice. Bile climbed up her throat as the stench of the body rose again, showing her the cost of salvation. Not for the first time she considered if saving the humans was worth the lives of her coven members. If this was a sign of things to come they would all be stabbed and left to bleed out on a rotten floor if they kept trying. But her mother had been clear. The tyranny of the vampires and werewolves had to end, no matter the cost.
She looked down at the body again. "Thank you mother for making the sacrifice required to get the first ingredient for the spell. Your death will not be for nothing. I swear on the Crescent Coven name that I will make the Morris boys pay for your death. Them and all their filthy race and friends."
She gulped back her emotions and slipped out onto the busy street. The world would change in the coming months, and they had just taken the first step towards salvation.
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Brothers 3
VampireJames, Eddie and Robert have lived for hundreds of years. Born as vampires they learnt how to live from their cruel father who taught them to hate the wolves who live in the forest beside their house. When their father dies the three of them come ba...
