Kaltain

12. What the fuck is that?....

Ava stood frozen, her heart pounding in her chest, as she watched in horror as a section of her home was ripped apart by the violent clash of the bloodthirsty beasts. The ground beneath her shook as their massive paws slammed down onto the wooden planks, shattering them into splinters. The cacophony of their ferocious growls and snarls scratched her ears. 'What the heck......is that...?!!' She screeched in her mind.

"Now that I think about it, we never introduced ourselves, did we? Except for Flo." Emm snapped Ava out of her frozen state as he leaned on the counter, watching all the chaos unfold.

Ava's eyes blazed with a ferocity akin to a tempest's fury, and she unleashed a withering stare upon the man. Before her, Ava's grandmother stood poised, a bastion of ancient wisdom, softly murmuring arcane words beneath her breath. Abruptly, she became ensconced within an ethereal shroud, a sinister veil of darkness that seemed to materialize from the very depths of the cosmos.

The obsidian mist undulated with a serpentine grace, sinuously encircling the venerable matriarch with its inky tendrils, as if driven by an unfathomable will. An ominous aura pervaded the air, suffusing the surroundings with an unsettling tension that mirrored the tumult within Ava's heart.

Beneath her feet, the earth quivered and convulsed, its very foundation protesting against the intrusion of otherworldly energies that swirled and coalesced around her grandmother. Yet, undeterred, the elder remained steadfast, her countenance serene despite the encroaching darkness, her eyes shut in devout concentration as she continued her mystical incantation.

Ava could feel her heart racing in her chest, and a cold sweat broke out on her forehead. She knew that something sinister was happening and that the man standing before her was somehow involved. Her voice shaking with anger and fear, Ava demanded, "What are you trying to do to my grandmother?"

Emm chuckled softly as he spoke, his hand instinctively reaching up to run through his blond curls in an attempt to clear his vision. "You think we are making her do something?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement. His molten gold eyes illuminated, despite the darkness that surrounded them.

The room was enveloped in an eerie stillness as the lightning overhead flickered and wavered uncertainly as if struggling to maintain its hold on the atmosphere. The air was charged with an unknown magic that seemed to swirl and dance around the room, its presence palpable and unsettling. Despite the darkness that shrouded everything, the occasional flashes of light illuminated the space in an eerie and otherworldly glow, casting strange shadows on the walls and floor.

Ava couldn't help but feel frustrated.  "Your grandmother, huh?" he continued, tapping his fingers on the cold countertop. The winds outside were picking up, whistling through the broken parts of the house.

"But you don't have a speck of witch magic in you," Emm continued, his tone contemplative. "Is she not your blood relative?" Ava felt like slamming her head against the wall. It was clear that trying to talk to them was going to be useless.

"Grandmother!! " Her voice was barely a whisper as she called out to her grandmother. Her words were laced with fear and uncertainty, flickering like the lights around her. The only response she received was the ominous crackling of the black mist that enveloped her grandmother, leaving her feeling helpless and alone.

All of a sudden, the elderly woman let out an ear-piercing screech. Her previous calm demeanor was long gone. Her arms and legs twisted in awkward positions as her head snapped upwards, facing the ceiling with her wide eyes. Her black hair flew around like wild tendrils. The black mist writhed around her crazily, seeming to have a life of its own. Then her waist snapped back. But no sound escaped from her gaping mouth due to her twisted neck.