The Coven

hitsuagaya-

He walked through the town- alone. As ususal. He was always by himself, traveling,eating and living alone.

Hitsugaya entered a small town, his ora drawing more than just friendly poeple.

Aurora

The snow crackled under the coach as it made it's way up the hill, leaving the small town in the valley behind. Aurora sat upright in the back, an ancient book that she had gotten from the town's library in her lap. It would help her with her newest studies on the magic of the old covens. Not the one she had been part of in the past, but the ancient that had existed decades of years ago.

There had been whisers among the humans, quickliy hushing at the sight of the tall woman wth the hyacinth eyes. There was talk of strange illness, due to the stragely long and cold winter. Truly, Aurora had never seen a winter hold on this long. It was mid March and snow flakes were still falling from the sky the size of feathers. Other than the humans in the library she did not hold the gods resonsible for the strange weather and this bitter cold that was weakening people. No, this smelled like something else. Magic.

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Name:Leon Redclif

age:19

race:male witch

history: when Leon was a child his mother was in a coven of witches,now he was. Leon was into wicca when he was younger but never toke it seriously, but now he has to.

apperance: brad pitt from interview with the vampire
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Persophone-

Persephone walked through the forrest, the hood of her cloak concealing her face. The supplies she had gathered were gathered in a satchel on her shoulder. She had lived in these woods many years alone and walked through them every day, yet she still feared what could be lurking there. Her long brisk steps quickly got her to the little cottage on the edge of the forrest. She closed and locked the door behind her before going to a broom closet where her "project" was hidden. Her eyes shifted to the window before she opened the door, placing her new supplies on the shelves above the cauldron.
After closing the door and putting a spell on it ensuring it's protection she changed into a dark red dress and left her cottage, pulling her cloak on.
She headed into the town.

Tempest

"Now, stop that! What's wrong with you?" Tempest grumbles as she made her way down the stairs in her ragged pink dressing gown. Calcite, the newest of the dogs, had woken her up with his barking and scratching. "What's wrong?"She repeated, entering the kitchen, where the dog was barking loudly and scratching at the back door. Tempest sighed, and unlocked the door.

"Fine, out you go, then." She turned the other two dogs, Malachite and Rover (she hated the name Rover, it was so horribly...normal, but she'd adopted him from the shelter when he was too old to relearn his name, despite her greatest efforts.) who were stirring in their neighboring baskets. "Shush, you go back to sleep. He's gone outside now." She shook her head. "Though he'll probably be asking to come in again in two minutes. Guess we'll all just have to try and adjust to each other, won't we?"

Awake now, she began to make her breakfast.

Persephone-

The sun was setting in her little villiage. All the people would be going to bed, except for those who had nothing better to do than stay up drinking. She was drawn to that energy and headed towards the pub. She saw many familiar faces and heard mutters of, "Hey Persephone." as she walked towards the bar. The bartender, Merick, who set down a beer on the table. Her cloak was still covering her head, she didn't sit. She threw him a look of, we-need-to-talk. He nodded and lead her into the back, where he kept the supplies. He closed the door behind them after casting a glance at the people inhabiting the bar. He pulled a string and light burst into the big room, casting shelves from the shelves.
"I need something." She said, her eyes scanning the endless shelves.
"What?" he asked, leaning against one of the shelves holding all the beer and ales.
"A four leaf clover." A smile spread across her lips. He smiled too, revealing fangs. He was a vampire, and only she knew.
A whistled, "Those are rare, Persephone."
"Yes, but you are the best at getting me what I need." He walked towards her and leaned in, reaching behind her and pulling out a jar. Inside was two four leaf clovers. She reached for the jar and he pulled it back.
"Have I ever given you anything for free?" He asked, prizing the jar in his hands.
She sighed, "Bring the clover." She said and left the bar to head back to her cottage.
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The sun was almost risen again when Merick knocked on her door. She pulled the door open, now in a purple dress, and searched him with her eyes for the jar.
"Where is it?" she asked anxiously. He smiled.
"Have I ever double crossed you."
"Only because you know it is impossible." She smiled as he pulled a small pouch from his pocket, inside was the clover.
"Wait here." She commanded before taking the clover to the closet and dropping it in the cauldron. There was a light sizzle and the contents of the cauldron turned from a yellow green to a blue purple.
"Persephone?" Merick called.
"Coming!" she called back closing the closet and walking back to Merick. She snaked her arm around his neck and kissed him. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. She told herself that she only did this because she had to, she needed the ingredients. But she could of gotten the ingredients from somewhere else, anywhere else. Something kept her coming back to Merick, and it was more than just his charm.

~Caelan~ (pronounciation: CAY-LAN)

"Reveal yourself!" shouted Caelan at the top of his voice and he unwound the scroll. At once the dark shape formed slid out of the shadows, limbs out-stretched to crush Caelan.

"Got you."

The charms around Caelan came alive instantly with a burst of flame. The flames wrapped themselves around the shape, binding and scorching it. Caelan tossed the now blank scroll aside and drew his sword. Normally, he would have unmasked the spirit to see what it was, but he had no time to do that. The other one had gotten away, and it needed to be found. Besides, the pair had already killed several people. Justice had to served.

Justice, or your own pitiful vengence? whispered the voice in his mind. The voice that refused to let go.

"Shut up, spirit."

With a cry, he plunged his sword into the dark mass, feeling it erupt out of the other side. He quickly drew a bell from his belt and rang it clearly three times. At the first ring, he saw the shadow shudder. At the second, its form began to waver. At the third, Caelan put all his strength into the sword and ripped the shape in half. A piercing cry filled the air, followed by silence. Nothing of the spirit remained.

Ava

A pot boiled over a fire in the Spade home as Ava tended to the herbs and beans, making dinner for the evening. A few other women were in the home too, helping. They would eat together tonight--it was a common event. It was much easier to make large meal for several families at once then to make small individual family meals.

Out the window Ava could see the men boasting about near a pot of alcohol. She smiled, her husband Caleb joined them. She and Caleb had met not long at all after the coven broke up, it was only a year or so before they were married. She loved him very much, and never regretted her decision. But, she could not bring herself to tell him about her witchcraft--it would kill him.

A line of children ran through loudly hollering from door to door, Ava turned to examine them for the curly blonde hair and bright blue eyes that belonged to her offspring. There she was, at the end. She was the youngest of the neighborhood children out of those who were old enough to walk. She loved to play with the other children, but was always last because of her small size.

"Emma Grace!"

The small girl stopped dead in her tracks and looked at her mother silently.

"Go wash up for dinner."

Emma nodded, "Yes Mama". The small four year old pranced off to the wash bucket.

Rydia

Rydia watched the trees warily as Araen'all walked deeper into the forest, twigs snapping under his hoofs. A heavy atmosphere hung about the place and as the crystal in her palm vibrated faster, that atmosphere grew as if both led to the same source but what could it mean. Was the witch she sought fighting with an evil spirit?

The trees ahead of her grew closer together until she knew that she would have to walk. Rydia dismounted and fastened the horse's reigns to a tree, patting his neck gently before setting out again. Thicker and thicker the trees grew so that she was stepping over large, gnarled roots and fallen branches when she heard a soft thud some distance in front of her.

Rydia glided through the forest and the trees grew rapidly thinner as she neared the edge and there in a clearing was a small cottage. The man outside it appeared human enough but a dark aura issued from him. He cast a glance at the cottage door and then turned and strode away. Rydia took a step after him and then another but then she stopped. The door of the cottage had opened and the crystal in her palm went cold.

"It is not safe here." Rydia turned to observe the young woman. She spoke in a cold, distant tone, sweeping a curtain of white hair away from her bright, cerulean blue eyes: "You should not be here."

"Persephone," Rydia realised, startled by the change seven years could bring.

Hitsugaya-


He lied against the tree looking at the sky. Watching the stars.


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Nicholas-

The fire sputtered and died slowly, the last embers giving one pitiful attempt at life. The wind whistled a harmonious tune as it blew gently through the trees, rustling the leaves into their elegant dance. A small stream bubbled underfoot, tripping and falling over small stones as it carried with it all the leaves that had fallen with the passing of the restless air.

Whinnying shrilly, Donax pawed the ground and tossed his black head upwards, snorting in anticipation. I bent close to his ear and murmured soft, soothing words.

"Not yet, my friend. Soon you will run again, I promise. Just give it time..."

The animal calmed. I finished preparing the camp before collecting my belongings and tying them securely into place and seating myself on Donax's back. Strong muscles quivered under the pitch-black coat as he set off down the trail at a swift but comfortable pace.

We weren't that far from the town now. No more than an hours hard ride. We would restock there, see if anything needed to be done, and hopefully set out again before the new moon rose.

That was, if everything went as planned, which it never seemed to do. There was always some hidden complication, unseen until the last second...

"Just give it time," I murmured quietly, sighing.

Persephone-

She sat up in her bed, seeing Merick already dressed. She sensed something, but she wasn't sure what. The darkness that surrounded him was enough to make it so she couldn't see much beyond it. It was enticing in the darkest of ways. She pulled the covers around her and stood, reaching in the darkness for her purple dress which she slid on, letting the blankets fall back onto the bed. He walked to the door of the little cottage and she followed.
"Until next time." He said, turning and kissing her cheek. She didn't answer him. When he closed the door behind him she could feel it, the power from another in her coven. It was Rydia, she was close. Persephone put her cloak on and summoned her magic to cast a spell to put her wherever Rydia was, which was very near her cottage.
She was directly behind Rydia and tried to scare her off, "It is not safe here. You should not be here." She said and when Rydia turned she muttered,
"Persephone."
"Go away." Persephone said, but Rydia was older than her, and had more power than her. Rydia began to walk to Persephone's cottage and let herself in.
"You have no right to come here!" Persephone protested.
"What where you doing with that..that.."
"He's a vampyre, and it is none of your buisness what I was doing. We have a buisness arangment." She said matter of factly.

Rydia

"I see," Rydia said coolly. "Well then I have another... business arrangement for you. Persephone, let me speak easy with you. Something is not right with the world, I don't know what. But I need your help." Rydia watched the young woman steadily, almost certain that she could at least win over Persephone, though she was shaken by the inclusion of the vampire.

"And why choose me?" Persephone asked. "Why not Aurora or Ava?"

"Why? Because they're older? Wisdom is not judged on age, Persephone. And besides, you was the closest and therefore the first." Rydia walked around the cottage, familiarising herself with the room and opening cupboards, pulling out two cups when she found them.

"The first? And how many of us do you intend to ask for help?" Persephone's voice became a sneer and irritation filtered through her as Rydia calmly began to pour drinks.

"The entire coven. Sit and drink some tea while I locate the next person."

~Caelan~

Caelan watched as the spirit moved through the village. Unlike the other one, it was wearing its physical form. However, its stench remained the same nonetheless.
But which kind of spirit are you? thought Caelan.
Does it matter, he has the blood of innocents on his hands. You must deliver justice to him, whispered the voice in his mind.
"Yes," he said aloud. "I must. He ha already espaced me once ths night. It will not happen again."
He followed the spirit to it's home, which by the looks of it was a tavern. It had established itself into the community well. And it had hidden its identity by preying outside this village.
"For two days I was chasing you. You won't get away from me."
He used his powers of air to make himself insubstantial in the shaodow, invisible to all but the keenest of senses. The spirit looked around for a moment before entering its home. Caelan recognised its signiture.
It's a vampire.
Indeed, replied the voice.
Caelan slipped through the night and up to the front door of the tavern. Placing a hand on the lock, he willed it t open and he knew it had. Then with ever quite movements, he opened the door and entered.
As soon as he entered, his senses screamed at him to move. The knife blade glanced off one of the metal plates of Caelan's brigantine as he deflected the attack. Once again, the vampire lunged, but Caelan was now ready. He grabbed its wrists and jerked it sharply, breaking it. The vampire instantly let out a shout of pain and dropped the knife.
"You're pretty patheitic. How did you avoid me for so long?" he said.
"What are you going on about?" asked the vampire, confusion all over his face. A shimmer of doubt entered Caelan's mind.
He's lying Caelan. You must kill him. End his life, as he and his companion ended yours that night.whispered the voice.
At the moment, the door flew open.
"Merick!" shouted a voice. A familiar voice. Then a moment later.
"Caelan?"
Suddenly, Caelan's mind began to burst in pain. It was as if something inside his head was trying to escape. It was the voice.
Flee you fool! Flee! They will kill you because of what you have become!
No, they can save me.
You are wrong Caelan. You are a pawn of the thing they fear the most now. You can never be saved.
Darkness overwhelmed him.

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