Nine

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Her heels clicked against the sidewalk as she walked to the hotel. His arm around her waist as Marie trailed before them. She looked around and felt the stiffness in the air. Smelled like an old cabin. She walked to the reception desk and leaned against it, ringing its bell with a lace glove protecting her hand from the filthy metal. An older woman walked up and smiled.
"We have room reservations."
"Ah, you must be Fiona Goode."
"Yes." She scanned over the older woman.
"Room 10, down the hall on the right. Two beds, one full and one king."
"Thank you." Fiona accepted the keys and gave a small smile and walked away.
She leaned into the Axeman.
"Move." She whispered and pushed him away as a gun was fired. She looked at the older woman, making the older woman commit suicide.
Fiona knew this trip wasn't going to go over well.
"Damn." Marie said looking at Fiona.
"I can read peoples minds."
"You saved me babydoll."
"I have to keep you around." She stared at him coldly, walking infront of the two people as Marie and Joe followed.
*
Marie and Fiona had set up a meeting with the countess and their plan was the same as dealing with the witch hunters, only slightly different.
A blonde woman walked in and gave her a dirty look. Fiona could smell the blood running through her veins and was sickened. The countess walked to the her and shook her hand, staring her in the eyes and smiling as she cocked her head at the axeman.
Joe walked over.
"What would everyone like to drink?"
"Martini, Marie?"
"Sprite."
He went over and grabbed the drinks. Fiona leaned in.
"Suppose you don't need anything to drink do you?"
"I'm not here for your mind games." Fiona looked at Marie before snapping the blondes neck and collapsing in the floor.
**
"Where am I?" She woke up dazed and looked around.
"Home."
"Home?"
"Delia said it would snap you out of your trance."
"Trance?"
"You went into shock, too much power being used at once, and went into a coma state trance. A witch only comes out of their state by being back in a place they know they're safe. Aka, the coven." Delia says walking in.

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