Black Magic [editing in progress]

Chapter Twenty-Six

*Pronunciation of Names: Nissa (knee-suh), Asha (ash-uh), Ravyn (Ray-ven).

     "YOU WOULD THINK AFTER ALL he's been through to get to her and find her, she'd be with him and not some stupid mutt," Angela seethed under her breath. Her dark nails grew into claws as her fangs came out. "She will rue the day she decided some dog over Lucas. I will make sure to make her feel what Lucas felt," her growl could be heard throughout the dark basement. Her claws grew back to her regular length.

The moonlight leaked in from the window, illuminating the red head. Fangs had grew to their natural length and the moon glowered down at her from above. She was notorious and she was going to have her revenge. Her will and determination would die with her. Her twisted fang smile gleamed down at the crystal ball, showing two figures. Her sinister mind contemplated on what she was to do when a squeak was sounded.

"Rye! Get your tail over here girl," she seethed.

In the shadows of the corner out came a little girl. Her nose was no nose, only a distinction between human and animal because of Angela's rage. She was cursed with whiskers and a mouse tail, to always speak wherever she goes. Black tressles of hair fell down her shoulders. Rags decorated the fair skin that toned her eyes.

Hesitantly, Rye kneels before Angela. "Y-yes mistress?" her voice was high pitched and squeaky - another tragedy of the curse.

Angela's eyes narrowed in on the crystal as she watches the violet eye witch and the mongrel be passionate with one another. She turned away, disgusted at the sight. "Grab me my pinch pot collection.. Punishment is upon us." she grins wickedly to the moon. It's as if the moon casts it's light down upon her as her torture just begins.

Rye trembles at the words and scurried away to fetch the materials. Angela raises her palms to the sky and bares her fangs to the moon, worshiping the goddess.

"Oh moon, oh light
Bring me pleasure
And bring it with pain.." the wind blows slowly at first, picking up with each word. Her fangs twinkle like the stars, turning her into her true form. Her nails grow to a point as her eyes blaze with a humorous fire.

"Oh me, oh might
Gather thee power
And stir the rain.." Angela laughs hysterically after throughing her head back. She continues to fuel her power until the moon could do no more. She repeats the verses again and bathes in the light of the goddess.

It seems like years before Rye scurried back in. When Angela sees the little beast, she smiles viciously at the book in front of her and rips the materials from the little creature. Rye, innocent Rye, hides in the shadows once more before the witch gets madder and casts another spell on the poor girl. She whimpers softly with every burst and pop of the cauldron, trying to shield herself from the sight.

Angela's sadistic smile never leaves her face. She drops red, green, blue, and yellow candles into the oversized bowl. Pops of colors scream out in the basement. Cold air comes in from the busted out windows. The tables and chairs are sweeped up in a haste, then dropped again. Red hair flew by and all over Angela's face. Her eyes glowed with bright orange and her claws dug into the flesh of a bird. The cawing of the bird continues until there's nothing left of it.

Rye cowers in the corner and faces the wall as Angela continues to through ingredients together and bursts of color shoot out. Her mechanical laugh could be heard throughout the forest. If it wasn't for the decrease in population, Angela would have already been found. Thankfully, she had a vampire on her side.

The wicked witch finishes the potion with a wolf heart. The black muck pops and sizzles around the brim, almost flowing over the edge. The moon casts it's glow down on the cauldron and then all is still. In this moment, the dead heart sinks to the bottom of the cauldron and stops. The red and the yellow consume the heart, bursting in pinks. The green slices it's way in before the blue overlaps them all and pops the bottom.

Unfortunately, Angela never saw this reaction.

When she takes the hearts out, it pumps. The heart beats loud enough for the human to hear. A crow suddenly leaves the basement window in a freight. Cawing as it leaves with its shadow trailing behind, Angela begins to laugh once again.

"This shall be my prize." she hold the dripping black heart. "The prize of a heart that beats for love." she smirks, knowing the truth. "And now for the finale!" her golden eyes brighten at the sight of the picture that hangs on the wall. Laughter, smiles and joy come to mind. Her heart aches and starts a turmoil inside of the wicked witch. Memories flood back into her mind but she turns them away in a haste. She grits her teeth and breathes heavily.

"She will pay for everything she's done to me. All of them will," with her voice only as a whisper, she pulled out a piece of her own hair before grabbing a blade and slicing her own skin. Blood drips down her olive skin and falls into a black pinch pot. Smoke sizzles from the blood and hair touching. Fire ignites and then it's gone. "I will make sure of it."

Angela smiles bitterly before she cuts off a piece of her own skin, and ignites the flame once more.

Hello hello. I am truly sorry anoutnjot updating for the longest. I hope this summer I'll be able to finish this book, but that it highly unlikely with my schedule.

I apologize for the wait and for delivering such a short chapter. I hope you all can forgive me. I have been doing so much over the last feels months and if you all could just bare with me, I promise to update when possible.

Also, before I go, please note that I will try, key word; try to update more often. I can't promise anything but my ability to try.

Thank you.

Kenzie ≧ω≦