RISE ABOVE THE OPPRESSORS.
There are times when she wanders —— never over - far, granted, and she is certain she could find them again ( her companions tend to be difficult to miss ). Tonight, it is merely a walk to clear her head — Trevor is sleeping off his drink and Adrian is sleeping for the first time in weeks, and she had not been able to find any rest herself. So she wanders, hood up; unafraid of either the darkness or the now - empty streets. This town is too small to have captured the notice of the horde just yet.
She notes the sensation before anything else — perhaps it is her magic. Perhaps she has merely spent too long among the supernatural not to have a sense for it. But suddenly, quick as her breath, SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT. Her hands raise, magic crackling just beneath her skin.
“Show yourself!” she says, scarcely louder than her normal speech, trusting it to carry. Whatever is near, it is far deadlier than the demons they had faced before; she can feel her stomach dropping, shoulders tensing. For fear of what, she knows not.
THE TASTE OF FEAR was palatable and rigid to the touch, just as her swift motions defend what she cannot see.... The air that was once peaceful, now lit up with fire and smoke as he manifests his powerful presence. So that his only threat would be eliminated, and the immortal would continue to smite the rest of mankind. His eyes make contact with the magician and there she was alone, without her companions. This opportunity could not be wasted.
Growing balls of flame, dance beside his ignited head and ready to attack at any moment. If he were to weaken their strength, then he may be able to defeat the belmont... As well as the traitor of his family... They must be eliminated before they reach his castle.
‘ You travel with an intent to kill me, but I Dracula cannot be defeated so easily human. ❜ His intimidating low tone would scare most of their kind, his display of immense power was something to be feared. Yet she was not so defenceless.