A Witch Thing

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Elizabet had been back with her coven for a few days now, happy to be back with her family after two months without seeing them. She was walking through the woods surrounding the Cullens' new house. She looked up at the bright full moon, smiling at the calm of the air.

Rustle, rustle!

Elizabet turned around, simply smiling as she spoke, "Come on, Jazz, don't sneak up on a witch like that." When he didn't come from the trees, Elizabet's smile dropped.

"Em?" She hoped, calling out.

No answer.

"Riah? Alice? Rose?"

Nothing.

She gulped as she looked around. She sighed, calling out one last name, "Freya? Please be Freya." There was a low growl, followed by more rustles. That wasn't Freya's growl.

Suddenly, a wolf jumped from the trees, attacking her with a loud growl in its throat. Elizabet tried using her magic in an instinctive move, but it wouldn't budge as she gasped. The large wolf tackled her to the ground and she used all of her might to pry the creature off of her. Whenever it darted for her face, she'd move her head out of the way to avoid getting hit.

She tried using her magic again, managing to shoot the wolf out of the way so she could stand. She tried running away, but the wolf was too big and too fast. It tackled her once more, a paw placed firmly on her chest. It bit into her shoulder hard, its venom leaking into her system.

She screamed, crying out, "Jasper! Please!"

As if her prayers were answered, the wolf was suddenly off of her, being tackled to the ground. Elizabet's head fell to the ground as she tried to stand, trying to get a grip on herself. Jasper was now facing out with the wolf, clawing and biting at the the thing. Freya soon joined in, now bigger than her normal form as she closed her mouth around the wolf's throat.

Jasper managed to sink his teeth into the wolf, which fell limp with a long whine coming from its throat. Freya bit down hard on its neck quickly, which made a sickening snapping sound as she killed it between her jaws. She shrank back down to her normal size and they both rushed over to Elizabet. "Elizabet, are you alright? What happened?" He asked, examining the bite.

Elizabet's eyes were heavy as she weakly tried to point to the bite, "Lycanthrope venom." Freya told him quickly, "That was a lycanthrope, a werewolf. It bit her, it's like poison. She'll die if it isn't removed."

Jasper looked at the wound, asking Elizabet, "Trust me?"

She nodded weakly, confused at what he was planning on doing. Jasper began sucking the venom from her system, hissing at the burn on his tongue. Elizabet spoke, "No, it could kill you." Freya looked between her and Jasper, curling up in Elizabet's side for comfort.

Jasper told her, "Better than you dying."

She shook her head in protest, unable to do anything because her body was so weak from the venom. If it was just a shapeshifter, she wouldn't have a problem. She could sweat it out or take something to get it out of her system, but true lycanthrope venom was fatal to witches and werewolves. Werewolves were made to eliminate threats against humanity, after all, including the witches if it came to it.

She felt the last bit of poison in her system being sucked out and she gasped as she sat up, her strength slowly coming back to her. Jasper spat some of the venom out of his mouth to the grass next to him.

He asked, "Are you alright?"

Elizabet nodded, reaching a hand out to grab his. He reached out for hers, but before their hands touched, Jasper let out a gagged breath. He couldn't speak as his throat felt like it was closing in on him.