I took a long, slow, deep breath… the leader was so familiar.
'Is she not the witch Allison met that night? The one who gave her poison to give to whackass Damon?'
The red ruby ring, the crooked staff, and the cloak looked the same. What was she doing here?
The witches that had been attacking earlier stopped in their tracks. Surprise and hatred flickered in their eyes. "Defectors." The witch with the fire magic spat out, venom dripping in her voice.
"What brings you here Bone witch?" The witch turned to face them.
The Bone Witch and her underlings stepped out like shadows at midnight, forming a half-moon arc around the witches. Each step they took sent subtle tremors through the ground, and the magic around them thickens and darkens, like smoke fuming from a funeral pyre.
Some of the corrupted witches were on their fours, snarling, revealing their blackened teeth, their slitted eyes gleaming with malice and evil.
