Chapter 16: A Walk in the Shadows
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Jeremy POV
The Riverside Rail Yard was a desolate expanse of rusting train cars and broken tracks, the dim light reflecting off puddles.
The night air was cool and still, perfect for a hunt.
I walked with a casual confidence, hands in pockets, and Alfred followed a few steps behind, his presence calm and composed.
"I am certain the creature is here sir." Alfred said, his tone measured, scanning the shadows with practiced precision.
I nodded, a grin playing on my lips.
"Yeah, I can feel it's presence. And I thought we could have a bit of fun with this one."
As if on cue, the werewolf emerged from the darkness. It was larger than a pony,its brown fur gleaming with lethal beauty, muscles rippling beneath its fur, eyes burning with that golden glow. This wasn't the average werewolf—it was more imposing, more feral. I knew the animal side had taken over completely.
"Let me take it from here," I said, my voice light and teasing. "I want to have a little fun."
Alfred nodded, stepping back, allowing me to engage. The werewolf lunged, its claws slicing through the air with lethal intent. But I was ready.
I moved swiftly, dodging the attack, my footwork precise. The werewolf was powerful, but it was also predictable. I feinted left, then right, and struck quickly, aiming for weak points. The werewolf growled, twisting and turning, trying to land a hit.
Every movement was a dance. I could feel the creature's strength and desperation, but I was always one step ahead. The werewolf's movements were more brutal, more primal than usual, its size and power amplified, making the fight a thrilling challenge.
With each dodge and strike, I tested its limits, pushing it to the edge. The werewolf growled in frustration, finally realizing it was outmatched.
The werewolf yipped, stumbling backward, claws scraping concrete, its golden eyes wide with realization. I grinned, letting it catch its balance before patting it lightly —just enough to remind it who was in charge.
I hitted it hard enough to make it unconscious.
Alfred stepped forward, voice calm and clipped. "I am starting to think you might be a battle maniac." His posture didn't waver, hands folded neatly in front of him.
The creature body began to shrink and fur receded to reveal a man in his 20s.
I dusted my hands lazily, stretching my arms. "Well… that was satisfying," I said, letting a small laugh escape. "Not much of a challenge, though."
Alfred adjusted his cuff, expression composed as always. "A demonstration of proper technique and efficiency. One must remember: unnecessary force is inelegant. Control is preferable."
I smirked, shaking my head. "You're always so proper. Sometimes I forget you're even enjoying this."
He gave me a single, approving nod. "Enjoyment is irrelevant when the objective is achieved. Precision and success matter."
I glanced around the yard, taking in the stillness. The rain-slick concrete reflected the dim light, and everything smelled of metal and wet earth. The night felt… almost serene. For anyone else, the sight of a werewolf might have been terrifying. For us, it had been nothing more than an amusing diversion.
"Let's call it a night sir," Alfred said, already moving toward the exit with that unshakable calm.
"Agreed," I replied, following him. "Though I wouldn't mind another one of those anytime soon."
As I moved towards the exit, I felt it....someone watching me. I extended my Aura and I felt it.
A presence — small, hesitant, hiding nearby.
I moved toward it, crouched slightly, and saw her: a young girl pressed against a stack of crates, her wide eyes reflecting the dim light. Her sleeve was streaked with a fresh scratch. She looked no older than twelve, maybe thirteen.
And strangely enough the moment I saw her, I felt like I had met her before, she looked a little like Davina Claire from the TV show but also seems a bit different. Then it struck me, she must be Davina Claire when she was younger.
What is she doing here in New York, I thought she will be in New Orleans. I glanced at her arm and saw it was bleeding. There was a claw wound there.
I stopped down to her level, removed my mask.
"Hey," I said softly, keeping my voice calm and even. "It's alright. I'm not going to hurt you."
Her gaze flicked toward me, wide with fear. Before I could step closer, the shadows shifted. Hooded Figures emerged — witches, moving swiftly, eyes glowing faintly with anger and mistrust.
I felt it in the wind the amount of raw magic drawn towards them. Yeah definitely more powerful.
I noticed that even though they could access more magic now. It doesn't mean they could equip it properly. Normal their body isn't suspose to able to handle this amount of magic, their body should be falling apart just like Bonnie using the power of the massacre witches in the TVD show.
Every supernatural body have been modified so witches bodies can now handle more magic than before.
One of them made a gesture as if she wanted to chase me away.
I felt a wave of magical energy hit me, but it did nothing to me courtesy of my magic immunity.
The witch eyes narrowed when she saw that I was unaffected.
"Motus" she said aloud while gesturing wildly, I knew she was trying to throw me away with her magic.
I smiled as another wave of magic hit me harmlessly.
"Seriously?" I smirked.
The remaining witches finally realised that something was wrong and they casted the spell together.
"Motus." They casted together, their voice amplified with magic sounded like powerful, probably trying to intimidate me.
"You guys came out of nowhere and attacked me without saying anything. I guess the newly acquired power has got into your head" I said as their magic hit me harmlessly.
The witches' faces shifted from confidence to disbelief as their attacks had no effect.
I stood tall, relaxed, letting them see that they couldn't touch me.
I activated my telekinesis without moving. I raised the five of them up above one metre off ground and sealed their mouth.
"Now what should I do with you?" I said smirking "Alfred should I just kill them? Probably to send a message to their..." I looked down to see little Davina pulling my trousers.
"Please let them go!!" She trembled as she pled.
"You guys are pretty lucky." I said as I let them go and they fell clearly unprepared.
They quickly stood up glaring at me.
"What do you want?" The one in the middle shouted, clearly their leader. From the voice alone I knew she was a teenager. That explains it. A new born calf is not afaird of the tiger.
I ignored her as I bent down in front of Davina. I could feel the witches glare burning behind me.
"What is your name, little girl?" I smiled warmly and I could see her cheeks turn crimson as she avoids my eyes.
'Damn! I need to tone down my charm, even kids are falling for me.'
"Davina.... Davina Claire" she stammered.
I chuckled seeing her like but said nothing. I stood up, walked to witches. They moved back the closer I came to them, clearly terrified. I upgraded my compulsion skill to advance as I need it at that level to influence supernaturals.
"The moment I leave here, you will forget what I look like. Nod if you understand." I said trying to see if the skill works.
They all nod stiffly together, it seems kind of eerie like those horror films where everyone are mind control.
I turned around facing Davina. I thought about compelling her also but I decided not to.
"Goodbye little one." I smiled "Alfred, let's go" I zoomed off instantly.