The Hunter's Vampire {Re-writing}

Chapter 35 Every Witch way

Warning: Very short update

Kate had not planned on spending his day making house calls, nor had he planned to embark on a trek out in the woods, but he hadn't a choice when both Kalson and Vidaldus insisted on him going to the Witches Coven to ask for help. "This is ridiculous. Ask the witches for help," he slashed at a bundle of low vines as he ducked under the moss-covered branch, and scoffed, "more like beg them for help... they'll never agree to this absurd request. I'll be lucky to return back alive." He parted a hedge of bushes as he maneuvered through the thick undergrowth that had been his biggest challenge wading through. "These witches aren't known for being helpful, so how the hell do they expect me to even approach them with such a huge favor?" He sighed and bent his head as he pressed a gloved hand to the trunk of a large fallen oak tree that had given way for other plants to sprout new life from its dead body.

Nature was truly self sustaining, no matter the human intervention or lack thereof. He sighed, he had been walking all day and this trek through all this thick forestry was not as easy as he thought it would be and since when has the path to the witches been this thick and overrun with so much plants, trees and underbrush like this? He didn't remember it like this, at least he thinks so, he had not come through here since he and Adam were children and nearly got themselves into a quarrel with a young witch that was picking various mushrooms along the worn path. He heaved in a large gulp of fresh air, thankful that sat last the first of greenery supplied enough of that for his long journey to the Coven. The memory was vague, but he never quite forgot the sweet singing voice of that young girl they had stumbled on.

It was like a siren leering him in, making him nearly think for a split second that she was one. He laughed at himself as he swung his machete and a bellowing scream followed along. Kate jumped back, his ankle getting tangled as he stumbled and collapsed on the thick forest floor. He groaned, he head felt heavier and his vision blurry as he squinted against the glinting light of... something above him, the screaming had ceased but the throbbing in his head had now replaced that sound. He slowly sat up, touching the back of his head with his right hand and felt around his with left for his discarded machete. "Who are you and why shouldn't I kill you right now?" The voice was distorted beyond recognition. He froze, a hand just inches away from his machete. He slowly turned back to the voice but his eyes must have been playing a trick on him because of he could see was the tip of a long sword pointed directly at his face. He swallowed slowly and looked up, the light seeming brighter than before. He hissed as another wave of pain surged through him from his head and back, as he sighed, defeated, and letting his hand come back to his side.

The sword touched underneath his chin and Kate could no longer keep his eyes open.