Blood Witch

Chapter 1

Something bad had to have happened in the house to have provoked her. Blood witches didn't just let their magic go. This was exactly what Leslie seemed to have done in the small three bedroom house. One thing you try not to do is anger a witch, and that's exactly what the trolls did. And said witch didn't yet have control of all her powers.

The house stank of old blood, a stench which any Opposite could smell just passing by. They were handed the anonymous call at the station. They got all the nut jobs being rookies, they took them, and they fixed the problem and went on to the next case.

Collin and Patrick leaned against the black SUV as the sun started to set. The tan prefab house in front of them shook and shivered with enough magic to make even the normal humans look around uneasily. The early spring weather seemed cold, yet not as bad as the cold winter they had just had. They both remarked on how the rain from the previous night had made everything look a little greener and healthier, avoiding mentioning what could be happening in the house. The house groaned with the pressure of the built-up magic, ready to pop like a balloon.

Collin, his unruly, dyed black hair falling in his eyes, looked over at Patrick. "Should we help her?" He took a step toward the house.

Patrick let the sun bathe him as he shook his head. "She'll probably flay us alive or something."

Collin leaned against the SUV once more, eyes watching the house. "I don't want to be flayed alive."

Patrick shooed a bee away as the door to the house swung open with a loud bang, and two short and very scared men came running out. They fell to the ground before the SUV, pleading in their own language and slobbering on the ground.

Patrick watched as some of the troll dribble fell on his black steel-toed boots. It made a small hissing sound. "Calm it down, boys," he said. He heaved himself away from the SUV and pulled warded handcuffs from his pocket. They were normal, except for the runes marked in the stainless steel to keep monsters trapped. The steel rendered most of the fairy folk almost powerless.

Before he and Collin could handcuff the two crying trolls, Leslie came out of the house. Her essence rode the air, magic, both dark and light, that tasted of blood. Anger did not go well with a blood witch; the darkness radiated from her. The unseen magic made her brown hair seem alive, as it moved in an independent wind. Her eyes were nothing but thundercloud gray, no white could be seen. Her jeans and hoodie were coated in blood, the black fabric darkened and dripping. It wasn't human.

"I need a shower," she said as she glared down at the small trolls.

To her, they were just trolls. They had odd shaped heads with a few strands of coarse, dirt brown hair. Two small, beady, brown eyes sat on top of a long twisted nose. They had no lips, so their mouths looked like slits just drawn on at the last minute. However, to humans and Opposites, they looked like midgets depending on their own glamour.

"I bet that shit is burning," Collin said.

She nodded. "I've had some troll blood on me, but not drenched like this." She looked down at herself. "Can you two slap the handcuffs on them so we can get a move on? I really need a shower."

They did as she said and shoved them in the back. "You gonna ride in the back with them?" Collin asked her.

The trolls started hissing and making a fuss. She glared at them again, and her magic started to peek once more.

"Not wise," Patrick said. "Get in the back, Collin."

As he drove them to the station, he sniffed and made a face. "So where did all the troll blood come from?"