Blood of a Witch (DuckTales)

Chapter 11

Webby pulled Lena down the sidewalk of the neighborhood. She dragged the vampire all the way to the library. Eager to try and do some research into the History of vampires. Though for most people it's just a fairy tale. So the pair was surprised to find that the only book on 18th-century vampires was already checked out to a child who sat at a table. What a child needs with a vampire book, who knows, but that's the situation they found themselves in, talking to a child who was bad at understanding subtext.

"Well, we could read it together." Webby grinned.

"I don't care for duel reading. That seems difficult." She frowned in thought.

"Why do you wanna read it anyway?" Lena asked, skeptical of the girl.

"Oh, the possibility of supernatural being real has always interested me. If they existed, then what does that mean for humanity? Are beings like vampires and werewolves still human? Could our future be everyone as a monster of some kind? Why do you need the book?"

"Historical imperative. We want to figure out why vampires have become so important to our history if they aren't real." Lena offered with a half smile.

"I see. We have the same goal, then. It might be beneficial for us to read together, to brainstorm ideas. Yes. This will be an enlightening experience. Join me." She invited them as she opened the book again. Webby climbed onto the seat next to her as Lena leaned against the back of her chair.

"Does it talk about the first vampires?"

"Nothing conclusive. Mostly just theories. Some believe it was a curse caused by God, or they're demons. A few say it's some kind of virus, and one says witches created Vampires. Those are the most agreed on, but there are thousands."

"What if they are real? What would you do?" Lena asked the girl. She thought about it for a moment, then shrugged.

"I don't know. Depends on if it attacks me or not. If they're hostile, then I'll probably defend myself, but if they're friendly, then I'll ask questions If they allow me. Despite my curious nature, I do understand boundaries." She explained before she started reading the page out loud, quietly.

They got a few pages in before the girl's phone rang. She answered it, gave a silent nod then hung up.

"Sorry, I'm going to have to cut this short. My father's expecting me home for dinner. We can meet here tomorrow and continue exploring Into hypothetical history." She stood from the chair and started walking away.

"Wait, what's your name?" Webby called.

"Oh, right. My name is Violet." She offered her hand.

"Webby and this is Lena." They shook hands and then parted their separate ways.

"She's nice." Webby smiled.

"I don't know. A child reading about vampire history is weird."

"We were too."

"But I am a Vampire."

"I know. Oh, didn't she say witches created Vampires? Arnt you a witch too?"

"Yeah, my father learned witchcraft before he was turned, but I never mastered it before. Just tinkered years ago hoping to find a way to break the slave curse." She shrugged.

"Did Magica ever talk about vampires?"

"Despite being one, she hates them. She much prefers being a witch. She looked for a way to turn back for centuries until she eventually took the immortal thing as a gift. Said she's the oldest and strongest witch ever to live." Lena shook her head at the memories that flooded her mind. They kept walking through the city of Ducksburg, when a buzzing came from Webby and she pulled out a phone. When did she get a phone?

"Violet asked me when we could meet next to study more."

"When did you get her number?"

"Before we left. I gave mine to her." Webby shrugged as Lena scoffed, crossing her arms.

"Maybe she can spend the night tomorrow!" Webby shot, existent in her voice. Lena took a deep breath, and a honey-like scent hit her nose. She recoiled to a stop. Webby looked back at her concerned. The fear courting through someone's veins made their blood rush like waterfalls in Lena's ears. She snapped her head to the sorce.

"Webby. Go away." Her eyes locked on a beefy man holding a weaker man my the throat, spouting threats.

"That's a Bengal boy," Webby whispered, getting ready to rush over, but Lena grabbed her arm.

"He's not who you should be worried about." Lena spotted the source of the smell, a cut on the more petite guy's arm dripping onto the pavement below him. Lena could feel her body shift from relaxed to hunting. Her eyes narrowed, and her teeth grew, Into points.

"Lena, what's wrong."

"Run Webby. I haven't fed in weeks. I'm so hungry. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't." Webby declared.

"I don't want you to see me like this." Lena pleaded, her eyes never leaving the blood as her mouth drooled. Webby nodded and started speed walking away. Lena waited till her footsteps were far away enough to charge onto the large man. Her arms wrapped around his neck, choking him until he dropped the small man. Who ran away instantly. Lena sank her teeth into the beagle's neck. Blood pooled in her mouth as he tried to knock her off. Slamming her into a wall, but she never let go. She was draining him. He got dizzy. Woozy. He stumbled, clutching the wall before falling to his knees. Lena didn't want to kill him. But weeks of not feeding. She willed herself to let go, to stop. It tastes so good. She could still hear his heartbeat. Faint. She stopped, and his body hit the ground. Lena saw the blood oozing from the wound and spurt into the air. She panted as she watched him slowly die. She bit her wrist, letting the blood fall out. She then brought it to his mouth, letting it slide down his throat.

Then she dashed off. Ran far and fast. She returned to the amphitheater, down Into the hatch, and curled up on the mattress. She hadn't been back here since mcDuck caged her up. Almost a month ago. Everything was still the same. She reached under the mattress and took out the diary she had kept. The newest of many throughout her life. She stayed there. I didn't know how long she lay there reading the different entries. It had been so long since she lost control. It almost happened today. She stopped herself, but she almost didn't.

"Lena!" Webbys voice called. Lena curled up more. Shame rushing her thoughts. She wanted to cry.

"Are you here?" She called again. Lena sighed, finally cleaning the blood from her face, noting the spots stained into her shirt. She crawled out of the trapdoor and stood waiting for Webby. Who instantly rushed her for a hug, but Lena moved away.

"What's wrong?" Webby asked. Lena couldn't form the words. She raised her hands, pulling the blood stain on her shirt. Webby moved closer to Lena, gently grabbing her shirt and looking at the stain.

"Come on, Lena. Let's get you cleaned up." Webby said, taking the girl's hand and pulling her up the road to the manor.