"Why world, why!" Anadil hissed into the ceiling.
The Coven were still stuck in the putrid smelling dungeons, discussing ways on how to escape in hushed tones. They sat in a small circle on the stone floor like a little after school book club.
"Maybe your rats can get help?" Hester suggested, glancing at Anadil.
"And either get one killed again, or die ourselves too? What if something happens to them? Plus, what cowards would we be?" Anadil said, staring coldly into Hester's eyes.
The witch hesitated, looking away. "Right."
Dot scrunched her brows, deep in thought. "Come on guys, it's like a test...either we die here or make it out alive." She said optimistically.
Hester and Anadil glowered at each other, then at Dot.
"Surely we'll all die by the end of today. He wants to turn us all into undead overgrown mosquitoes." Anadil grumbled.
"What is there to do? We aren't big brained Agatha or sly Sophie." Hester added.
"Jeez, what's up with you two? There has to be a way...there's always a way. We just haven't found it yet." Dot said, glancing around again. "We're the Coven of Malice 66! We can fight zombie villains, survive snakes, drowning, ambushes, but we can't get out of a dungeon?! I am not the one embarrassing our fairytale. You are." Dot quipped a little more harshly than she intended.
Though realizing what she just said, Dot flushed red and nervously looked at Anadil and Hester staring at her.
"You know what? Dot's right." Hester sighed. "We're just being lazy and pessimistic...and to admit the fact that without Dot we'd probs be dead by now is pathetic."
"Are you physically and mentally okay?" Anadil asked with a side glance at Hester.
Hester replied with a swift glare. "I'm fine you retard." She growled. But when Dot had turned away, Hester and Anadil snickered to each other—Hester's new fangs flashing a flawless white.
"Perhaps we beat up the person when he opens up the door?" Dot offered.
Hester and Anadil snapped back to focus and returned to their intent stares.
"Precisely. Then get a nice beating afterwards?" Anadil asked sweetly.
"Not unless we kick the crap out of him first, with me, piece of cake...but surely there would be lookouts or something everywhere. Backup, at least—we'd be out numbered." Hester said.
"Well obviously you're right, but we'll just have to take them down too." Dot cooed.
"It'll be 3 to like 20!" Anadil hissed. "We'll be doomed! Plus magic is useless here and they're freaking OP vampires."
"Actually, 7. I'm not going anywhere without him." Hester said as jerking her head to the other cell. "And hello! So am I, who needs magic anyways?" The witch scoffed.
"It's too risky." Anadil said with doubt all over in her voice.
"Well I love a good challenge." Hester sneered.
"No." Anadil said stiffly.
Hester huffed, "scaredy cat."
Dot sighed as well. "Anadil's right...it is too risky."
"Plus, even so, we're going to have to face the ambush anyways if we want to escape out of the dungeons. So it doesn't really matter—but I...I don't want any of you getting hurt." Anadil murmured.
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Double Trouble
FanfictionTrouble is brewing up like a potion in a cauldron, and it's coming fast. Hester and Anadil struggle to fight back the trouble life throws at them. However, their efforts are near pointless. It even comes to the point where they're about as close to...
