Spelled

Chapter 1

Crystal creek...

A pitch darkness encapsulates its streets, accompanying a grave silence. The only sounds that could be heard were the echoing of clicking heels as people ran on the tarred sidewalks, trying to get to their destinations before the storm began.

For a small town settled right between the borders of a bustling New Orleans and the rocky hillside, the environment was quite always serene.
This of course was an ironic phenomenon, as the now peaceful town used to be a beacon of supernatural energy back in the 1700's.

Dark enigmatic creatures of different species had ruled the nights and even the day. But during the time of the witch hunts, they all dispersed, leaving both New Orleans and it's neighbouring towns for the humans.

Thick clouds had stretched across the skies and thunder began to rumble above, streaks of bright light flashing incessantly. The grim winds had began to pick up slowly, tossing papers, dirt and dust carelessly but it did little to stop the scurrying people.

From a dark alley, an enigma gazed upon a woman across the street.
It's blazing red eyes were locked on the back of the short woman who seemed to be infront of a store, conversing with a tall bearded man, the owner of creeks cuisines; the towns renowned local restaurant which was quite above standard.
The woman and the man seemingly end their conversation with a warm handshake and they both walk off in opposite directions.

The being in the shadows follows the hasty pacing woman who was dressed like a Catholic Nun. Her long black hair danced in the raging wind, almost pulling off her scarf but she places her hand on her head, gripping the fabric.

The woman walks into an empty street, her eyes scanning her surroundings warily as if aware of the stalkers presence. She turns and heads into a dead end alley and takes one more look behind her before stopping.
Lightning flashes in the skies above her, revealing her features. A round chubby face, light brown doe eyes and a button like nose that suited her stunted, fat appearance.

She crouches to the floor and pulls a piece of paper out from between her cleavage. She lays the paper on the floor and waves her palm slightly above the fence before her.
A diagram of a red triquetra slowly etches itself on the wall with each motion of her fingers.

A growl suddenly erupts from the dark streets behind her, and she gasps, startled. She turns her gaze to the empty street and catches the outline of glimmering crimson eyes gazing back at her from the blackness.
The being growls again and begins to slowly approach her.
She shuts her eyes and turns back to the diagram while whispering in an unknown language.

The skies rumble and the showers begin. The woman, unbothered about the changes in the weather continued chanting. The Triquetra glows and the paper before her sets alight, burning in green flames.

She opens her eyes ,now feeling the strange presence behind her.
"Where are they?" it asks from the shadows, it's voice deep and inhuman.
The lady quivers but composes herself, refusing to show any form of fear.
"Ye have come a long way, vampire. But in vain. What ye seek is not here. Not even in a thousand miles from this town." she replies, still facing the wall.

A minute of silence passes by as rain water cascades down the woman's face, sheer terror written beneath her irises as lightning flashes above.
From the darkness the being grabs her neck and she gasps for air, her eyes darting wide open.

"You will not live to see the next storm, witch. You plan to fool me. I will turn your precious coven upside down till I get the whereabouts of the boys. I assure you.. " it growls.
The woman, terrified, grips the masculine wrist wrapped around her neck and grits