“Who is that?!” Lucille asked, her voice rising more than usual, as she beheld the man who had just, and was still drinking blood from the neck of a weak man. Her mind already gave her the answer but she was still struggling with disbelief. Never had she thought that she would behold a vampire on her first day here. Shouldn’t this be a werewolf territory? What was going on? And that man… he looked like the man in her dreams. Could he be the one? She wondered, unable to take her eyes off his black ones which were also stuck on her.
“A vampire! A creature of the undead! Get in now! We have to shut the windows, and I need to create a protective spell. He has already seen us, and I don’t think he would be letting us go for that.” Sheila whisper- yelled, pulling Lucille into the confines of the room, and shutting the window forcefully and quickly.
She had been unpacking their clothes, not much though, since they were only spending the night, when she had noticed that Lucille had been still like ice on the window plane for quite a long time. She had thought her daughter was enthralled by the city but when her instincts had hunched on something else, something bizarre, she had immediately stalked toward the window, her heart falling into her stomach for a few minutes when she beheld the creature of the undead drinking blood.
What was he doing here? She had thought, before pulling her daughter inside. The man seemed to be interested in them, his eyes were similar to the ones she had seen that night when she had been drugged.
Out of it! She screamed to herself in her head. This was not the time to wallow in the past. She needed to create some sort of shield around their room, knowing fully well that the being would soon be coming for them. After all, she had an encounter with them one time, and they can be quite possessive.
She thought of creating a shield around the hotel, but decided against it at the last moment. She had been in a coma for a long time, and must be rusty in casting spells and magic that large. Creating a spell around their room would have to do for now. Hopefully, the creature wouldn’t attack any more of the hotel members. Hopefully, it will leave too without causing any damage after its access to them would be denied.
She had to get her spell book!
In a lightning speed, she ran toward her box, and skimmed through the belongings, stopping when her hands
caught her spell book which Tempest had lended to her those years ago when the latter had found out that she had some magic within her.
She exhaled deeply, before turning the book over and open. Besides her, was a curious Lucille who was watching, obviously interested, in whatever her mother was doing.
“Kat el ma tos…” Sheila was saying, when she began to hear commotion downstairs. Since her wolf was back in shape, the latter’s hearing ability was restored as well. She fidgeted so much that the book fell down.
“Mom, calm down. You can do it. Do you need my help in any way?” Lucille asked, knowing of what utmost importance this was to her mother.
If her mother failed, then the vampire would have access to them. Even though she was quite curious about the being which she was somehow drawn to, Lucille still wished to meet her werewolf people before indulging in some lame desires which seemed to have sprouted within her at the sight of the handsome man. The blood around his mouth hadn’t repulsed her much either. What had upsetted her greatly was that he was feeding on a human like her. Would he do the same if he barged in here?
No, she couldn’t let that happen. She picked up the book, and handed it over to her mother.
“Here mother…” she said. “Just take a deep breath in, and do it. Time is running. I know you can hear him from downstairs. I can hear him too.” Lucille stated, not lying at all.
She can actually hear the commotion of the guards downstairs. They were trying to stop the man without an entry card, but he was fighting his way away from then. The vampire didn’t really care about his identity then. She thought, not wanting to dwell on the fact that her hearing had increased more than the usual which had been more than average the human’s hearing ability.
Sheila nodded with a smile, taking the book which Lucille handed over to her. She took in a deep breath like the latter had advised, before mouthing off the protection spell that was written on the book.
At first, nothing happened.
“Do you think you got it right?” Lucille asked, waiting to feel some kind of chilly air or something to show that a spell had been cast, just as she saw in movies, but there was nothing. Did her mother read it off well? She pondered, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked into the book.
“I’m not sure…” Sheila replied, biting her lips, her heart rate increasing by the moment. Taking a deep breath again, she held the book strongly and recited the spell again, this time with more confidence and vigour, knowing that her and her daughter’s protection from this beast laid in the working of the spell.
A second, and another. Nothing showed. Lucille was about to ask for a third trial, when suddenly a wind from nowhere blew around the room in circular motions continuously, starting from the middle of the room to the extended parts, till it got to the window and stopped.
“It worked!” Lucille shouted, before stamping her mouth over her lips, afraid to alert the vampire man. “It worked…” she whispered, gazing at Sheila in adoration. “You did it.”
“I wouldn’t have done it without you!” Sheila pointed out, a smile slithering across her lips, relaxing her shoulders in relief, before dropping the book. “Now, we just have to wait.”