price for using such magic, and not just one of damnation. She'd by now adapted to living with all that extra vitality coursing through her flesh. It had become a habit as necessary to her as that of any junkie's next fix.
Without the magic to sustain her she would age and weaken quickly. She might even die. In fact, considering that she looked middle aged when no doubt she had wanted to look and feel young, the chances were that she was already a long way along the path to her own destruction. James doubted she had many years of life left. He hoped not anyway.
In the end it had been a successful hunt.
Chapter Two
The park was dark and quiet when James drove the big BMW in. There was no sign of anyone around, which boded well for the prisoner transfer. Because even if most people didn't know anything about the world of magic they would still know something was very wrong when a woman in heavy metal restraints was dragged from one car and shoved into another. They'd call the police and there would be questions to answer. Questions he couldn't answer.
The others were waiting for him at the rendezvous point when he arrived, the van's back door already open. That pleased him. After an hour and a half of driving with the witch beside him and abusing him at every opportunity, he was more than ready to get rid of her. He couldn’t wait to see her dragged from the car and thrown into the back of the van. If nothing else she would be out of his car. And if they could drag her out by her hair he thought that would be a bonus.
He didn't like the witch. Though after seeing what she'd been doing, that was a natural enough opinion. But even without that an hour and a half spent in her company was enough to convince him that Magda Luscior was not a woman he wanted to know. She had a vile tongue and an ego so large it must have made walking through a door tough. But mostly he disliked her complete lack of empathy for others. Everything she said was either a threat or a dismissive comment. And not just about him. She included her victim in her put downs, even going so far as to wonder why anyone would ever have come for her. As for James she'd quickly decided that he was an underling of some sort, and that it was demeaning that she should so much as be in the same car with him.
She'd also put his car down which didn't help. It was a big seven series BMW, a luxury car. But it wasn't up to her standards. Maybe that was because it was twenty years old and had acquired a few rattles over time. But mostly he suspected, she didn’t like it because it was his.
He was keen to get rid of her.
“Any problems?”
A man – not one of the regulars so James didn't know his name – came over and asked the normal first question as he opened the passenger door. Then he stopped and stared, probably when he saw the trail of blood running down the witch's face and soaking her entire front. “Crap! Not again! The warden’s going to be pissed!”
“No problems.”
James ignored the man's upset. The warden was always pissed with him anyway. “She was using vampiric blood magic. I caught her draining a girl when I arrived. Angie Newcombe. The ambulance has probably got her to a hospital by now. Here's her details.” He handed the man the girl's wallet which he'd rescued from her pocket while trying to get her to drink the juice.
“The girl knows the woman –.” The man looked at the tablet with the details he'd been given about the rogue. “Magda Luscior. She knows that she’s a witch?”
“Yes. But she was near death when I got to her and unable to say much else. So I don't know what she saw or how much she knows. I also don't know what the girl's gift is. Luscior was using a screening spell to identify those with magic at a perfume booth. She sprayed a little enchanted perfume on people and on some it reacted.” That would be the Illuminati’s job to work out. Not the man's
Without the magic to sustain her she would age and weaken quickly. She might even die. In fact, considering that she looked middle aged when no doubt she had wanted to look and feel young, the chances were that she was already a long way along the path to her own destruction. James doubted she had many years of life left. He hoped not anyway.
In the end it had been a successful hunt.
Chapter Two
The park was dark and quiet when James drove the big BMW in. There was no sign of anyone around, which boded well for the prisoner transfer. Because even if most people didn't know anything about the world of magic they would still know something was very wrong when a woman in heavy metal restraints was dragged from one car and shoved into another. They'd call the police and there would be questions to answer. Questions he couldn't answer.
The others were waiting for him at the rendezvous point when he arrived, the van's back door already open. That pleased him. After an hour and a half of driving with the witch beside him and abusing him at every opportunity, he was more than ready to get rid of her. He couldn’t wait to see her dragged from the car and thrown into the back of the van. If nothing else she would be out of his car. And if they could drag her out by her hair he thought that would be a bonus.
He didn't like the witch. Though after seeing what she'd been doing, that was a natural enough opinion. But even without that an hour and a half spent in her company was enough to convince him that Magda Luscior was not a woman he wanted to know. She had a vile tongue and an ego so large it must have made walking through a door tough. But mostly he disliked her complete lack of empathy for others. Everything she said was either a threat or a dismissive comment. And not just about him. She included her victim in her put downs, even going so far as to wonder why anyone would ever have come for her. As for James she'd quickly decided that he was an underling of some sort, and that it was demeaning that she should so much as be in the same car with him.
She'd also put his car down which didn't help. It was a big seven series BMW, a luxury car. But it wasn't up to her standards. Maybe that was because it was twenty years old and had acquired a few rattles over time. But mostly he suspected, she didn’t like it because it was his.
He was keen to get rid of her.
“Any problems?”
A man – not one of the regulars so James didn't know his name – came over and asked the normal first question as he opened the passenger door. Then he stopped and stared, probably when he saw the trail of blood running down the witch's face and soaking her entire front. “Crap! Not again! The warden’s going to be pissed!”
“No problems.”
James ignored the man's upset. The warden was always pissed with him anyway. “She was using vampiric blood magic. I caught her draining a girl when I arrived. Angie Newcombe. The ambulance has probably got her to a hospital by now. Here's her details.” He handed the man the girl's wallet which he'd rescued from her pocket while trying to get her to drink the juice.
“The girl knows the woman –.” The man looked at the tablet with the details he'd been given about the rogue. “Magda Luscior. She knows that she’s a witch?”
“Yes. But she was near death when I got to her and unable to say much else. So I don't know what she saw or how much she knows. I also don't know what the girl's gift is. Luscior was using a screening spell to identify those with magic at a perfume booth. She sprayed a little enchanted perfume on people and on some it reacted.” That would be the Illuminati’s job to work out. Not the man's
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