Salya

Witch on a Wednesday

Salya stared at the large ornate mirror as she wrapped the ends of her blonde hair around the curved blade. She tanks the knife and cuts off her split ends. There was a Salon not far from here but it wasn't her style.
She always prefered the rugged look because it was easy to manage. She trimmed her hair meticulously. No matter what the girls at school would say she thought her hair was distinctive. It made her all the more unique. If her mismatched eyes didn't set her apart enough.
It was a trait she inherited from her mother, something that appeared every few generations. In a line of witches it was a symbol of great power or at least great beauty. Her mothers peculiar eyes appealed to fathers love of uniqueness.

Salya scooped up the tufts of blonde hair off the dresser and wrapped them in twine. They could be useful for spells if she needed them. Most spells that required hair were used for negative purposes; control spells such as love potions or voodoo dolls. Something her mother excelled in, but Salya used her hair for healing potions, which worked better when you added something from the person. In her line of work she used them frequently.

It was always quiet in the loft of the abandoned apartment complex she called home. She didn't have electricity but she didn't need any. She had no friends to contact with conventional ways. Her days consisted of swinging her father's pocket watch over a map of the city. It was a large city but she only patrolled a part. Mostly vampires who dismisses the laws of the vampir and become rouge. Since they are rouge they don't abide by vampir law and thus are not protected by them.

The watch swung until it began to stop at a point near the park.

Gotcha. She thought.

Salya gathered up her supplys she would need for her expidetion. Her father's Slayer knife, a curved metal blade inscribed with spells to kill anything she stabbed and A bottle of health potion that would heal her wounds tied to her waist.

At the park she began to search for her prey. They were usually easy to find because they could smell her slayer blood. She finds herself searching an alley. There are three large men in plaid shirts. they don't look very appealing and she can smell their musk. these were no ordinary guys they were easyly eight feet tall.

" We smell ya kid." one of them say as they walk down the alley. It's your conventional big city alley with garbage bags and stray newspaper. there are even the cliche dumpster bins. A sight she has grown accustomed to living on the streets. At first Salya thought the thugs were refearing to her but she noticed none of them had looked back. taking the initiative she ran forward and stabbed the nearest ogre in the back with her knife. She held on and went with his falling momentum. the other two ogres didn't even notice there friend had been impaled until they heard the loud thump of his body hitting the pavement.

Salya quickly used this to her advantage as she lept from the disintegrating body and plunged the knife deep into the ribcage of the second ogre. He had enough time to grab her with his meaty hands and throw her into the alley wall. Salya went flying into the wall and he knife stayed buried in the ogre as he fell face first into the asphalt. The impact from the wall made her breath escape from her lungs. She pushed herself up to rest against the wall. the third ogre was well aware of her presence now and ran to tackle her into the wall. Salya struggle to reach her potion as she forced her dislocated shoulder to twist in it's socket. before she could however the ogre slammed into her.

"Protago." she quickly said and the ogre simply bounced off her spell. He was disorganized which gave her a chance to yank her shoulder back into place. She then scrambles over to her knife. she grabbed it just as the ogre threw himself ontop of her. stabbing himself with his own momentum. Salya laid there until she caught her breath.

"don't move." She yelled down the alley. Not wanting to waste her potion now She mustered up some strength and walked down the alley. Hiding behind the dumpster was a boy with blonde almost white hair. He was soaking wet and terrified at what she had just done. He looked up at her still crouched behind the dumpster.

She had never seen a vampire like this. He was scrawny. not at all muscular like the others had been. He didn't hiss or smirk at her. He was simply confused.

"where do you come from?" Was all she could manage to say. Most vampires she had met had attacked her or tried to run away but this one was different. It was like he was not a vampire at all. With a city as big as this one many vampires came from all over the world to hunt for sport so she has seen many different breeds but this one was nothing like the others. he seemed very lost.

"I... I don't know." he says with a confused look on his face. "Can you help me?"

Salya was confused but she refused to show it. She sheathed her knife, knowing full well that she could unsheath it and Bury it into his chest before he could bite her, and began to walk out of the alley.

"Wait, where are you going?" he yells from behind the dumpster. Maybe the locator spell was pointing her to the ogres but maybe he actually was dangerous, But she couldn't take an innocent life without knowing for sure.

"If I see you again I will kill you." she says just loud enough for him to hear. After that she turns the corner and disappears.

After her parents died her relatives all opted out of keeping her. Her parents marriage was considered a terrible thing between both sides of her heritage. Her father's side would likely have killed her if not for her father protecting his family. they might have been the reason for their dissapereance but it wasn't known. Her mother's side did not want to raise her for fear that she would turn on them after teaching her their strengths and weaknesses so that left her with being raise by the government. She was tossed from foster family to family. They never seemed to want to grow attached to her nor her to them. Once a foster father tried to force himself on her. He was later found dead, mangled in his bed by an unknown force. His every joint twisted backward and his spine twisted 360°. The case was still open.

She was almost an adult before one of her aunts finally made contact with her. She was a sweet old lady who didn't have much time anyway. She taught Salya how to read spells from any book. Her training in magic was limited to the only spellbook her mother had left her. It was a patch work book her mother made using several other spell books and her father's notes on the many mythical beings he had encountered. Her parents taught her all they could before they disappeared. She didn't know why they left. Maybe it was to protect her from being found it maybe they just didn't make it home. Her aunt soon died after only a few years of adopting her. That was the night she decided to become a run away. She had lived on the street until She found the abandoned apartment using the locator spell. It lead her to it and she had made it her home. Magic acted strange around her. It was her birthright to control but because of her parentage it was reluctant. she could use artifacts like her father, and cast spells like her mother, but her magic never came. salya lived alone because in this world she was alone and had always been.