"Witches versus Hunters" (closed)

[Alice2015]

Parked behind the Jansky Small Engine Repair shop
Just shortly after sunrise

Chloe was getting anxious with how long it was taking for Connor to retrieve his collection of Magical items from the safe. She wished she could have gone inside with him, but to do so would have meant two things: the Magic placed upon the building exposing her to him as a Witch, and Chloe having to immediately kill Connor. She didn't want either of those two things to happen ... just yet, anyway.

A tingle up her spine caused Chloe to take a good look around the Jag for dangers. She couldn't tell what it was that was bothering, which only made things worse. Alžběta Svoboda had never liked the unknown; you didn't live to be 913 years old by letting things surprise you.

But that was exactly what was about to happen to her. She smiled with delight as Connor came running out of the back of the garage with a filled pillowcase, like some teenage burglar exiting the back of his neighbor's house with the man's silver candlesticks and Playboy collection.

The glare of the early morning light on the windshield prevented Connor from being able to see Chloe as he arrived at the car, and he tossed the case full of Magical items inside as he reached for the door handle -- only to suddenly freeze upon once again seeing her behind the wheel.

"Let's go, lover!" she said with an excited tone.

But Connor just stood there with an expression of horror on his face, and a fraction of a second later, Chloe knew she was busted. She didn't have time to wonder whether her own Spells had finally failed on her or if one of the Magic protections on the building had given Connor what he'd needed to see through the ruse.

"Sorry, lover boy!" she said, quickly waving her hand through the car between them as she chanted the word that the day before had sent a cloud of Spell-infused flower petals all about Waterfront Park: "VÝBUCH!!"

The effect on Connor was like being hit head-on by a truck. He flew away from the Jag with his arms and legs out wide in a jumping jacks pose. His feet hit the ground after almost 30 feet, the rest of his body hitting and skidding across the packed-dirt back lot before he tumbled three or four times, head over heels.

Before he came to a stop at the base of an old maple tree, the Jag was already heading out of the parking lot; the fast-spinning wheels hit the pavement of the country highway, sending a screeching sound over the ten or twelve blocks of the sprawling metropolis of Cripple Creek.

For the next several miles, Chloe would check her rear-view mirror for signs of pursuit a couple of times every quarter mile or so. After a while, she relaxed and checked only a few times a mile. She looked to the loot in the bag on the front seat, smiling like a Cheshire Cat. Simple shit, she told herself. Just ... to ... simple.

She continued onward into Springfield, taking Willow just for the fun of it; the lane closest to the park was still closed, with a Crime Scene Investigation van and several police cars -- marked and unmarked -- parked next to or even on the sidewalk as the Authorities continued to investigate what had happened there.

Chloe continued onward, driving past the Four Seasons where she'd told Connor she had a room and onward to the Windham, where she actually had a room. A Valet hurried to the Jag's driver's side and -- remembering the guest they'd been calling Tits with Glitz -- used the name on the stolen credit card with which she'd check in the day before, "Good to see you again, Miss Hamilton."

"Thank you, Henry," Chloe said, reaching out a hand to playfully caress his cheek. "Can you have someone take my briefcase up to my room, please?"

She held out a hand before her, her thumb and forefinger pinched together as if she was holding something between them. When he looked to her hand, he saw a hundred-dollar bill that wasn't there. He took the nonexistent bill, pocketed it, and said with obvious appreciation, "I take it up myself, Miss Hamilton."

"Thank you," she said, curling around the car to the Five Star hotel's entrance.

Henry turned, holding the pillowcase as if actually saw it as a briefcase. He joined Chloe inside the lobby and hurried ahead to get the elevator. They rode up together, with her opening the door and him delivering the briefcase to the suite's super-king bed as Chloe directed. He asked after returning to the living room, "Will that be all, Miss Hamilton?"

"Could you do me another favor, Henry?" she asked, reaching another invisible bill out to him. When he told her anything, she said, "Can you please take my car for a drive."

"Yes, Miss Hamilton," he said dutifully. He asked with a curious tone, "Where am I'm taking it?"

Chloe waved her hand before the man, answering, "West ... as far as you can go on the gas you're going to buy with your gratuity money. You have cash, don't you?" He pulled out an impressive wad of bills, smiling. "Good. Just keep going west, until you reach the ocean ... then ... come back, but not to Springfield. Have you ever been to the Big Apple?" He shook his head. "It's beautiful this time of year. Oh, and if anyone tries to stop you ... say, the police ... just go faster ... okay?"

"Yes, Miss Hamilton," he answered as easily as if she'd asked him to fill the ice bucket. He left the hotel and the city; he would never return to Springfield again, not that Chloe would learn why ... or care to.

She'd ordered a bottle of Champagne as she walked through the lobby, and a moment after Henry departed, the bottle arrived. Chloe produced another pair of invisible bills for the cost and gratuity, had the room service man pop the cork, pour, and depart. Then, sipping at the bubbly, Chloe went to the bedroom to take a look at her loot.

She felt the Magic inherent to the contents, of course, but nothing seemed dangerous to her. Yet as she grasped the closed end of the pillowcase to lift it and dump out its contents, a painful shock went right up her arm.

"Do prdele všemohoucí!" Chloe exclaimed as she pulled her hand back so quickly that the contents scattered all across the bed and onto the floor as well. Then, in a softer but still grimacing voice, she repeated her profane reaction, "Fuck almighty!"

She balled her hand into a fist, stretched her fingers out, then repeated the gesture several more times as she looked at the items spread all about the room. Chloe wasn't sure which one of them had given her the jolt, but she immediately knew one thing, and that caused her to grit her teeth together so hard that if she'd been a regular human being, she probably would have cracked a tooth.

Chloe needed Connor back.

Something amongst the Hunter's collection was protected by a Unikátní uživatelské kouzlo, which was most easily translated as Unique User Spell. Chloe knew without a doubt that Connor wasn't powerful enough to have cast such a Spell. So, who had? The Mentor? Just because Magellan was no longer out in the field Hunting Witches, that didn't mean he wasn't now or hadn't been in the past a powerful Hunter. Chloe hadn't Sensed that when she met him, but she'd been wrong about Hunters in the past, so why not now.

The sad part about this situation -- about this particular Spell -- that that there was no way of knowing which of the items was the one covered. What Chloe did know about a Unikátní uživatelské kouzlo was that the first blast through her arm had been a warning; the second one could be fatal, even to a 913-year-old Ženský vůdce matriarchátu of the Daughters of Brno. Matriarch or not, Chloe was no match for a Unique User Spell.

She shook her head side to side, thinking, "Back to Cripple Creek." Then she laughed; her car was on its way to the Pacific Coast.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

“No, no, not trying to get involved officially, Chief, the Governor just wants someone here to keep him apprised on what’s happening, and of course to lend you any assistance we can. You know, with this thing going nation-wide, he doesn’t want to look clueless if he gets cornered by any reporters.”

Captain Jack Schultz was an investigator for the State Police Criminal Investigation Division – and a Hunter. He’d been one of the first - outside of the Police and Sheriff’s Departments - to arrive in Springfield, thanks to the State Police helicopter placed at his disposal.

“After all, too many cooks spoil the broth, right?”

All he wanted was an excuse to be hanging around Springfield – talking to the cops who were talking to the people who were involved, and seeing what sort of evidence they collected. And perhaps to collect a little “evidence” of his own when nobody was looking. The sort of evidence the D.A. didn’t care about anyway. After all, not all witch hunters stalked dark alleys or ancient burial sites to do the killing directly. There were cops, lawyers, gunsmiths, doctors, businessmen, software engineers, clergymen, and all manner of other professionals who played vital roles in the effort. Without some coordination by the Society, the practice of witch hunting would be no further along than it had been 500 years earlier. The witches, with their superior magical abilities, had enough advantages – the Hunters needed to play smart, too.

“2018 Jaguar XJ – license number 6ATP955” Captain Schultz spoke into the phone. “It practically reeked of magic. Yeah, the bitch driving might as well have stopped and introduced herself. Sure, could be a decoy, but we won’t know unless we stop her, will we?”

--

“Can you hear me, Connor? Don’t move, you hit your head. Let me check you out first.”

It was another hunter, Michael Jones, who had arrived in Cripple Creek only minutes before Chloe and Connor showed up to retrieve the contents of the safe. Of course he had no way of knowing what was inside that shop, or if the woman with Connor was friend or foe. So he watched, and waited. He didn’t have too long to wait on that friend or foe question. He had reported the black Jaguar, but it was parked so that he couldn’t see a license plate. Now he was on the phone again, calling for medical help. The closest doctor affiliated with the Society was two hours away. By this time they all knew Connor was wanted by the police, so a hospital was out of the question. “Yeah, he keeps mumbling ‘four seasons’ could be the hotel, could be something else. Get the specialists on it, see if it’s some kind of spell, or potion. Meanwhile, have somebody check out the hotel in Springfield. I’ll take him to a cheap motel on the old highway – should be able to get him into a room without anyone noticing. Have the doc call me in an hour and I’ll give him the location.”

There was no need for Jones to check the shop or Connor’s “residence”, not when Connor was bleeding and needed to be tucked away out of sight before anyone else found him. There was a lot of blood, but then there usually was with head wounds – it usually wasn’t as bad as it looked. He cursed under his breath, though, at the thought of how much work it would take to get all that blood off his back seat.

--

They were all glad Magellan had been able to call, to give them a warning about the witch, and the danger Connor was in. They weren’t very happy that Magellan wouldn’t tell them where he was, or where he was going. One of those old school lone wolf types. No wonder Connor himself was in trouble. It wasn’t just the people of Cripple Creek who thought that whole family was a bit off.

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: The reason I highlight some words in IC posts is so that I can find them again easily later. I'm still trying to organize them all in a "Czech Words" OOC page. I'll get to it eventually.)


Late afternoon, the day after the Waterfront Mayhem
Harborview Park, Lakeside
(1 hour north of Springfield)

Chloe walked casually down the pier, checking out each and every person she passed. There were men, women, and children of all ages; some were fishing, others were simply taking a stroll in the salty air, and still others were so engaged in filming their selfie posts for TikTok, Facebook, Instagram, etc., that they couldn't even tell when they were in the way of others.

As Chloe passed them, she used her Innate Magic to make their cameras go dead. The last thing she needed was some social media conscious Hunter seeing her in the background of a post, particularly if the vlogger was posting live.

As she covered the quarter-mile long walkway that reached out into the massive lake, Chloe identified those females who were Witches; they were intermixed with the civilians, trying to be casual but all too obvious to Chloe. There had also been four others back in the parking lot holding a Protection Spell to prevent Society members from Sensing the unusually high presence of Witches.

As she neared the end of the pier, she found three Ženský vůdce matriarchátus -- Matriarchs like herself. It didn't take a mind reader to see that they weren't happy with her. Chloe smiled to them as she stopped, saying with a polite, almost happy-go-lucky tone, "Good afternoon, ladies. You made good time. I'm ... impressed!"

After the media coverage of the park incident, Chloe had been expecting Witchy company.

"Co jsi to kurva udělala, Alžběta Svoboda," a Matriarch named Tereza growled.

"English!" Chloe chastised with her own menacing growl. Then, with less anger, she added, "And I go by Chloe Devine now. I have for almost six decades. You three know that." All three of these Witches had partaken of Alžběta's Restoration into Chloe Devine's body.

Tereza, who'd been the Officiant of said Restoration, started, "I asked you--"

"What the fuck have I done now, yeah," Chloe filled in. "I speak the language, too." She looked between the other two Matriarchs, reminding them, "I've been speaking Old Witchy Czech two hundred years longer than you have, and four hundred more than you have." She hesitated, then asked, "What is it that you think that I--"

The 700+ year old Matriach began, "Upozornili jste na--"

"English!" Chloe cut in with a burst of anger that caused a literal wave of energy -- a manifested wind -- to blow over the Witches, fluffing their hair and clothing.

After a moment, Tereza asked, "I do not think that you understand the consequences of what you have done here? You have no idea--"

"Don't..." Chloe said, adding, "You've." She paused, explaining, "They're called contractions. You know, you're allowed to use them here in America in this day and age. See? I used four of them in that one--"

Chloe suddenly went quiet, the words stuck in her throat as she was suddenly unable to either speak or even breath; anyone who'd ever seen a Star Wars would have recognized the Force Pinch, only the very powerful Tereza had no need to actually raise her hand or pinch her fingers together; she only had to think the action.

The 1450-year-old Witch continued calmly, "You have no idea the wrath you have brought down on us ... Alžběta. We track the Society ... just as they track us. There are at least 100 Hunters of various skill and Magic levels either now in the State or on their way here. They have identified your vehicle. They are tracking it now. It is somewhere..."

She waved a hand off to the west, continuing, "Wherever. Not important." Tereza saw that Chloe was about to pass out and released her Magical hold on the junior Witch. Chloe gasped and leaned over, forearms on her thighs as she struggled to catch her breath.

Calmly, Tereza asked, "Tell me what this was all about, Alžběta. It wasn't simply about recharging, certainly."

"It began ... that way," Chloe said with a much more respectful tone. "Poctivě, Matriarch. Honestly. It didn't start as anything more than Mayhem. How was I to know that Connor Jansky would be near enough to--"

"Jansky!" Tereza cut in. There was a moment of silence before Tereza said to the other two Witches, "Opusťte nás." When the two only stared at her, she demanded, "Leave us!"

They departed, and when they were a sufficient distance away, Tereza asked, "The Son of Valentin Jansky?"

Chloe's eyes widened; she'd thought that she was the only Witch who knew Connor's father by name. The older Witch walked to the pier's railing, looking out onto the lake's gentle waves. "Tell me exactly what happened between you and Jansky."

Chloe began recollecting the past 30 hours or so in great detail. Tereza interrupted only occasionally with questions until Chloe spoke of nearly having her arm blown off by a powerful Hunter Spell. Tereza looked to Chloe with a shocked expression, demanding, "Describe the contents of this ... pillowcase treasure chest of Connor Jansky's."

Chloe did her best to describe what had been spread all over her hotel room when she'd jerked her hand back. She'd known at the time that at least one of them deemed further attention, but until this moment, she would never have imagined that it would cause such fascination in a Matriarch.

When Chloe spoke of the books, Tereza interrupted, "Knihy ... books? Old books."

Chloe nodded, and Tereza gave a spot-on description of one of them: the one with the list of many if not most of the Hunters operating across the United States and possibly across the whole of the North American Continent.

"Yes ... I guess so," Chloe said. "What is it, this book?"

Tereza didn't answer the question but instead asked, "Dokážete zvládnout některý z těchto magických předmětů?"

"No, no!" Chloe said firmly. "I wasn't able to touch any of them. I didn't dare. The Magic protecting them ... it's like nothing with which I've dealt in over 500 years ... maybe more."

Tereza looked out over the water again for a long moment, then asked, "Do you remember Johan Witt?"

A chill ran up Chloe's spine at the mention of that name. She hadn't thought of him in more than 300 years. Hesitantly, she answered, "Yes."

Tereza stepped up close to Chloe, telling her in a demanding tone, "You will get that book, Alžběta. You will do whatever is required of you to do so."

"Including--" Chloe started.

"Including..." Tereza interrupted.

Chloe realized that her heart was beating hard with fear. She knew that this command meant that she would be working outside the rules of the Coven -- outside the teachings of Witchcraft itself -- and that, additionally, she would be doing so totally on her own; the Daughters of Brno would not help her in anyway. Respectfully, Chloe answered, "Ano, Matriarcha. Yes, I will do this, Matriarch."

Tereza turned away, a signal that the conversation was over. Chloe hesitated, then turned and headed back down the pier, passing by the two Matriarchs and the other watching Witches without a word.

She climbed into her more recently borrowed car and recalled what had happened 328 years earlier with Johan Witt. That situation then -- during the time of the Salem Witch Trials, not that the two had had a direct connection -- had similarities with what was happening now with Connor Jansky.

Alžběta -- she'd then been known as Ellsbeth Perkins -- had needed to gain the confidence of the young Hunter to gain information about his Society brethren. Johan had been eager -- desperate even -- to learn to use his Magic, but he'd been denied a Mentor for reasons of which Ellsbeth had been unaware.

Johan had known that Ellsbeth had been a Witch, but his infatuation with her had overridden his common sense. She'd volunteered to teach him to use his Magic, and in the process Ellsbeth learned what she'd needed to know. Johan would go on to become a powerful Hunter; his Society Brethren, however, would pay the price for his success.

Tereza, without actually speaking the command, was telling Chloe that if she needed to do this again to get a hold of that book, she was to do it. It wasn't an order that Tereza was allowed to give, but at the same time, it wasn't one that Chloe could afford to refuse.

She had to find Connor Jansky.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

There were two books in the bag Chloe had acquired from the young Hunter. One was bound in rich dark leather – almost a dark chocolate color, which predated the invention of dark chocolate. There appeared to be gold inlays of some sort, decorative scrollwork and some words Chloe would not have been able to read without a little magical help.

The other appeared to be more modern – the dark green cover still pristine, but it was obvious it had been opened – time and time again over the years, she could tell from the edges of the pages. In this case, "modern" meant something produced in the past couple of hundred years. Fortunately for Chloe it landed front side up to reveal the words “liber venatorum”. Book of Hunters. That title might leave more questions than answers. A guide? A directory? An encyclopedia of sorts? If only she could open it and find out.

It was the other book that might have been of greater interest to her sisters – but she could only speculate, based on esthetics.

--

“You should have gone in first, before the witch could get there.”

“That’s absurd and you know it. I had no way of knowing what was waiting for me inside that shop. You know what a loose cannon Magellan is. I could be dead or incapacitated, Connor would be dead, and we wouldn’t have a clue what was in the safe. My job was to observe until backup arrived. You don’t need to thank me for saving his life, but I’ll be damned if I’ll tolerate you talking shit about me in front of other Council members."

“That's enough, gentlemen, both of you. Stan, is there any word on where Magellan might be?”

“No Sir, not a clue. Not yet.”

“Well keep working on it. I have complete faith in you. Michael, how goes the count?”

“We’ve positively identified four. Got pictures of two – obviously rookies. And one from a long range telephoto lens, but it’s too grainy to tell much. The Four Seasons Hotel didn’t give us anything. That must have been a reference to something else.”

“We think it has to do with spell-casting" Tim piped in. He was the nerdy accountant type - an analyst with no experience in the field. "Four Seasons – extending the efficacy of the spell for an extended period of time. If that’s what he was trying to tell us – he might have stumbled onto something big. That’s why such a powerful witch was sent to take him out.”

“So the loss of the books ….”

“Incidental, I think. How could she have known when we didn’t know where they were – or even if they were both there.”

“Fucking Magellan.” Tilby whispered to himself. “Good job on getting him into the hospital, Jack. If it weren’t for you and Mike we’d be screwed. Even more than we are now.” Addressing the seven Hunters – team leaders – assembled in his suite at the Wyndham, Tilby emphasized their number one priority is to determine if the books were in Connor’s safe, and if they were, to find out where they went and get them back. “Beau, be sure your security team knows to contact me the moment our Mister Rutledge so much as whispers a coherent word.”

--

The patient in Room 602 at Springfield General Hospital – the mysterious Mr. Thomas Rutledge – was being guarded 24 hours a day by no less than two plain-clothes police officers who weren’t really police officers. Nobody questioned their credentials however, since they were placed there by a senior officer in the State Police. It wasn’t exactly the most low-key approach to protecting the injured young hunter, but Captain Schultz figured it was worth the risk. Otherwise, the presence of the “mysterious men” on the sixth floor ICU Ward would generate more talk and speculation and wanting to check ID’s than doing it this way. Warning the hospital staff not to talk about it was definitely the wrong approach - that would be the same as saying please speculate as much as possible as publicly as possible. He was just another patient – a cop who had been injured in the line of duty while investigating some drug smuggling– and his brother officers were keeping an eye on him in case any bad guys wanted to visit. No big deal.

--

“Do you think we need to call Tilby?”

“To tell him he’s mumbling ‘love you’ for hours at a time in his sleep? I doubt that’s worth bothering the Big Guy for.”

--

“Yes, I’d like an Iced brown sugar oatmilk shaken expresso please. My name is Julie …. Oh, hi Sam, how’s your celebrity patient doing?”

“Still hanging in there. For a guy who got dropped 30 feet off the top of a building and came down on his head, he’s lucky to be alive.”

“Yeah, don’t mess with the Mob, huh?”

“Rumor had it that it happened in Cripple Creek, but that don’t add up. No buildings that high. Maybe he fell out of a tree.”

“Cripple Creek? Yeah, I’ve been through there a couple of times. The town looks like it could be one big meth lab, so that part adds up. Undercover cop. You think that’s where it really happened?”

“After he was brought in, anyone on the floor with any ties to Cripple Creek were transferred to other floors. I’ve never heard of that happening before.”

 

[Alice2015]

Springfield Coffee Shop
Late afternoon:

(OOC: For the Witches' image below, you have to picture them in context. I didn't want to search for new pics when I already had both of these.)


"My name is Julie," the patron told the barista holding the tip of a marker to the side of a to-go coffee cup. As the server turned away to begin making the iced, brown sugar, oat milk, shaken expresso, the Intensive Care Unit nurse turned also, spotting a coworker from Springfield General Hospital. "Oh, hi Sam. How’s your celebrity patient doing?”

As the pair continued talking, Helena watched from the little table nearest to the south entrance of the coffee shop. She had smelled the Magical residue wafting off the ICU worker as he'd entered the coffee shop. The man wasn't a Hunter, Helena knew, but -- by the Scent upon him -- he'd certainly been in close proximity to two, possibly three Hunters within the last hour.

Helena presumed that one of the Hunters -- the patient -- was the Hunter for which the Coven was searching, one Connor Jansky, aka Thomas Rutledge.

Helena stood from the table at which she'd been sitting alone for more than two hours and smoothed her dress down over the tops of the mid-thigh high stockings that had had a pair of teenage boys at a nearby table enthralled for quite some time. Tossing the long scarf around her neck -- being sure not to fully hide the delicious, firm bosom and its ever-pert nipples that had shared the boys' interest -- she left her still-full to-go cup where it had sat untouched all this time and walked past the boys.

Stopping at their table for a moment to look down at them with a devilish smirk, Helena leaned down close to the nearest of them, whispering, "Ať se uděláš, jako jsi se nikdy předtím neudělal." She then looked to the other and whispered to him, too, "Ať je žárlivost vaší vůdčí hvězdou." (* translations below; don't read until you get to the bottom, though.)

Helena stood tall again, smiled devilishly at the knowledge of what was coming, and then headed toward the establishment's second entrance. She told the Witch who'd been stationed there for the same two hours with the same specific purpose, "Gia, Našel jsem je."

"You found them?" Gia asked with surprise as she stood to follow. She looked around the coffee shop, saying, "I didn't Sense anything."

Before she could follow Helena, though, Gia heard a ruckus back in the direction from which her partner had come. The first teen to whom Helena had spoken was having the male version of the When Harry Met Sally coffee shop scene, leaned over and grasping the edges of the table as he grunted, then gasped repeatedly; as a very sexual woman herself, Gia easily recognized the sounds, expression, and body language of a man deep in the throes of sexual euphoria.

Beside him, his friend stood, chastised him with words like backstabber, son-of-a-bitch, whore monger, and I saw her first! He suddenly punched the orgasming teen, and a brawl that would soon involve peacekeepers erupted.

Gia turned and headed outside, calling to the other Witch, "What the hell did you do in there?"

Helena ignored the question, instead informing her intelligence gathering companion, "I marked a hospital worker ... a nurse maybe. He reeked of Hunter Magic. I need to make a call."

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Later, down the street from the Wyndham Suites Hotel:

Chloe had been sitting in her new borrowed car down the street from where she had a luxury hotel suite for hours, unable to actually access the room. Upon returning to the Wyndham from the pier, she'd detected the Magical energy of at least a dozen Hunters at the Hotel. She couldn't know whether or not they'd located her or simply taken a room at the same fucking joint.

One of the Hotel's valets came jogging down the street and across the three-lane, one way city street to her, and as she lowered the window, he smiled and said, "I strolled past your room three times with bags, pretending I was a bellhop, and -- on my break -- got the guy in Security to let me look at the recordings. I told him I'd lost my phone and was looking for it, like you suggested."

"And...?" she prompted.

He shrugged, saying, "Doesn't look like anyone's taken any interest in your room." He paused with an expression of curiosity. "If you don't mind ... what's up?"

Chloe held her pinched thumb and forefinger out before him, asking, "You can get me through the back without the alarm going off?"

The young man smiled at the invisible hundred-dollar bill he thought he was seeing, took it, and said, "Give me three minutes. I already tilted the camera away from the door. No one will know you're there."

As the valet jogged back to the Hotel, Chloe pulled the car around to the alley, parked, and walked cautiously to the door. The presence of so many Hunters at the Hotel in which she was staying concerned her, obviously, but with no signs of surveillance at any of the entrances, she wrote it off as simply coincidental.

Precisely three minutes passed before the valet opened the back door. Using the Staff Only elevator, they rode up to the 17th floor, where he got out, strolled to the other end of the hall and back, and said with a shrug, "Nothing. No one."

Chloe feigned giving him yet another hundred -- he'd made over $1,000 in see through money off her since she'd checked in -- and wandered to her room. She sensed absolutely nothing Hunter-related, opened the door with both Protection and Blast Spells at the ready, and -- again finding no danger -- entered and closed the door behind her.

Moving to the double doors that led to the bedroom, Chloe stopped short of entering; she'd cast a Spell to hide the presence of the Magical items she'd stolen from Connor but knew that if even she walked through the invisible barrier surrounding them, that the Hunters elsewhere in the Hotel would know in an instance.

She stared at the two books in the room, one lying on the bed, the other on the floor. She found it ironic that the older one -- bound in rich dark leather with gold inlays and decorative scrollwork that she couldn't read -- wasn't the one for which Tereza was Jonesing. Chloe was sure that it possessed any number of Magical Spells or Portion Recipes. With such information at their hands, the Coven could create defenses to such Hunter weapons, limiting their power against all Witches or possibly even turning them against the Hunters.

The other book seemed ... common. Oh, it was beautiful, with a dark green, pristine cover and pages edges in gold overlay. But such relatively newer tomes rarely had great power in and of themselves. What was it inside those covers that made this particular book so valuable.

Just now, for the first time, Chloe was able to spend a moment studying the book, and she realized that it had landed front cover up. She could see the words on the cover but not read them; there were at least 20 feet between her and the book, and she couldn't read the words from here.

She pulled out her smart phone, activated the camera, zoomed its lens to the maximum, and took a picture of the book. Tapping the image, then inverting it, she was finally able to read the words: liber venatorum ... Book of Hunters. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized that just feet away from her was, quite possibly, the International Phone Book of Hunters, the Who's Who in all those trying to kill off her species.

And she couldn't fucking touch it!

Chloe nearly jumped out of her skin as her cell phone vibrated in her hands. She answered and was told bluntly, "We found the Hunter."

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An hour later:

Chloe pulled up next to another borrowed car in the parking lot across the street from the hospital. She looked to Helena and Gia, asking, "What's the situation?"

"We're fucked," Gia said without hesitation. Her partner chuckled, looked to Chloe, and said, "What my friend here is trying to say is ... well ... we're fucked."

"Where exactly is he?" Chloe asked, not impressed with the intelligence thus far. "And what's the security."

"He's on the 6th floor in ICU," Helena began. "The Hunters are keeping a low profile, not wanting us to Sense them. But there are at least two of them on his room. Hospital Staff think they'd tending to an injured cop."

"How did you learn all of this?" Chloe asked; she wasn't questioning the Witches' professionalism but was simply looking for evidence that they knew what they were doing.

Helena spoke again, giving Chloe all the details they'd learned from the Hospital's staff, from others in and around Cripple Creek, from yet a third ICU worker they'd inconspicuously questioned in the hospital gift shop, and more.

"No Magic on the hospital, the floor, his room...?"

(OOC: I didn't let the Witches answer that question. That's up to you. )

<<<<<<< >>>>>>>​

* Translations:

• "Ať se uděláš, jako jsi se nikdy předtím neudělal" -- "May you experience ecstasy like you have never before".​
• "Ať je žárlivost vaší vůdčí hvězdou" -- "May jealousy be your guiding star".​

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

The other two, Helena and Gia, told Chloe they had definitely detected the tell tale signs of "hunter" on a couple of guys coming and going who looked the part, but were sure there were others on whom they had detected nothing. Charms, maybe? With so much magic from so many different directions around the city of Springfield as hunters and witches both converged, one might as well start trying to unscramble an egg to separate the yellow from the yoke. As for Connor's room in ICU - trying to get in there would have been sheer folly for a witch. A security force, made up of hunters, specifically focused on protecting a single individual.

Then there was the bigger picture to consider - the sheer numbers involved. If a fight broke out between these two camps, it could make the San Francisco Earthquake and Fire of 1906 look tame by comparison.

Chloe understood better than her two companions just how volatile the situation was. She had read the title of one of the books.

--

"Chloe. Chloe Devine" Connor whispered. It was Tilby himself who had come to visit, to check up on him, to assure him all would be well. The Great Tilby - the Legend. "Th.. that's the name she g..gave me." Just saying that much took a lot out of the wounded hunter.

"Alright sport, don't try to talk any more. You've given us plenty. You just rest up for a while and we'll get all the details later." It wasn't exactly a wasted trip to the hospital for the Director of Operations - as he'd gleaned a little here and there from the boy. The good news was that almost all the magic the witch had used on the young hunter had dissipated. That showed a strong constitution, one which would help aid his physical recovery as well.

It was disappointing that Connor had no idea where Magellan disappeared to - and Tilby knew he was telling the truth there. As he got up to leave, patting Connor on the leg, the patient - with desperate whisper - called on him to wait.

"P..promise.. pl..please... pro...mise .. you w..won't.. hurt her. Please."

The giant of a man, Tilby, smiled down at Connor. In true hunter spirit, he had a score to settle with the witch who did this to him, and he didn't want any other hunters robbing him of his righteous vengeance. "Don't worry, Tiger - she's all yours." Connor might have a hundred hunters as support and backup, but the bitch who did this to him would die by his hand and no one else's. That's how things worked when Tilby was around.

As he was saying his goodbyes and giving encouragement to the two hunters guarding their most valuable witness, none of them saw Connors lips move or heard the faint whisper of breath sliding past them. "I love her."

 

[Alice2015]

Springfield General Hospital

2am:

The orderly who Chloe had met and magically seduced at the 24 hours coffee shop across from the hospital had administered the drugs at half past one, and it took until now to cause Connor's heart monitor to begin screaming for attention from the overworked staff. Within thirty seconds, though, there were two doctors and six nurses of various professional levels crowded around his bed, inserting or removing tubes, sticking him with needles, calling out vitals or orders, and more.

"Get him to ICU 4 now!" the lead doctor called out before instructing the others to begin Connor for transport.

But a nurse informed him, "ICU 4's down, Doctor. Something happened to the power there. We have to take him to the OR on the 8th floor."

"Do it!" the Doctor said, trusting his nurse's information without hesitation. "Move, move, move, people. This man's three, maybe four minutes from cardiac arrest."

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

One of the hunters assigned to Connor's personal and up-close protection had been sitting in an uncomfortable chair thumbing through a magazine and realizing he was on the verge of nodding off to sleep. The other hunter was standing outside the door leading into his room. They had heard the monitors go beep before - it was almost a routine thing. An IV had run out. The patient shifted and a sticky pad holding an ekg lead had dislodged from his chest. The oxygen sensor had come untaped and slipped off his finger. That's why the hunter in the chair lifted an eyelid instead of his whole body, and the one outside the door barely moved, just looking down the hall to assure himself someone would be along soon to take care of things.

It only took a few seconds for them to realize all was not well in Room 602. The door guy drew a pistol - with special bullets akin to those that had been in Connor's shotgun, being careful not to brandish it, and ensured his badge was prominently displayed on the badge holder in his coat pocket.

The chair guy was standing, mobile phone in hand, punching in a three number code that rang several phones at once. "Medical emergency. No bravo sighted" he said, voice calm and quiet so as not to be particularly noticeable to the medical staff. If "tango" was the modern military term for bad guy - terrorist - then "bravo" was the phonetic alphabet term used by Hunters for a witch, but substituting the W with a B.

"Power outage in the O.R. they wanted to take him to, check it out" he announced as new information flowed into his ears. Coincidences happen, but when coincidences happen when witches are involved, they're not coincidences. "They're taking him to the eighth floor - security to all three elevators and the eighth floor O.R."

It appears there was more security than two bored guys in Connor's room. Hunters roaming the hospital, Hunters in waiting rooms, Hunters in the cafeteria, all alert for signs of "bravos", and all moving toward Connor's location. The two on the 4th floor, the place they would most likely take Connor if emergency surgery was needed, were now in a quandary. They now had to get to the eighth floor in a hurry, and without the use of an elevator. Ironically, both had been assigned to a static location because of mobility issues. Oops.

 

[Alice2015]

Springfield General Hospital

6th Floor, 2:06 am:

Things were moving fast, despite the fact that it was the dead of night; even though the non-medical staff had left for the evening, the ICU and emergency room medical staff were all still here, doing their jobs. Chloe could have planned Connor's ... extraction for the middle of the day, when there would be more people, more confusion, more cover. Something like that would normally have caused a great deal of Zmatek -- Mayhem -- from which the inciting Witch would reenergize her Innate Magical Energy. But this was a normal time. Chloe's only goal here was the recovery of Connor Jansky.

"Priority elevator override!" one of the Nurses hollered toward the ICU desk, causing another Nurse there to pull her ID with its magnetic strip out of her sweater as she ran toward the elevator bank.

"Move people, move!" the Doctor in Charge was again ordering as four ICU team members pushed the rolling bed out the room's wide door into the passageway. He caught sight of one of the two undercover officers, ordering, "Move! Make room!"

One of the male nurses told the Hunters, "You can't be in the elevator, but you can go with me, up the stairs. It's only two floors, and there's no one in the hospital at this hour, so there's no threat."

Oh, if only the man knew...

Cafeteria, 2:07 am

Two different pairs of Hunters had been sitting near different exits for increased reaction and mobility; each pair had been mixing vigilance with feigning inattentiveness, attempting to appear as though they were simply waiting for new on a sick or injured friend or family member or perhaps waiting for a girlfriend to end her shift.

When the Hunter on the 6th floor announced that Mister Rutledge was on the move, though, both pair jumped into action; they headed out the nearest cafeteria exit for their assigned action point. Unfortunately, they wouldn't make it there ... or, if they did, it could be too late for them to serve a purpose.

The first pair found the floor covered in a sheet of ice; they lost their footing, crashing to the tile and sliding uncontrollably until they each crashed into armchairs and coffee tables near the lobby's natural gas fueled fireplace. As if that was confusing enough, the entire sheet of ice suddenly evaporated into a cloud of thick fog, filling the entire lobby to the point that visibility was cut to barely more than an arm's reach.

Perhaps there was a Magical way to get through or dissipate the fog...? Maybe. But if there was, then there was Gia with whom the pair would have to contend...

The second pair ran into their own trouble, though, of a very different sort. The hallway that had been a simple straight shot to the bank of elevators was suddenly a labyrinth of fun house mirrors. Breaking any or all of them would cause and explosive cloud of sharps shards of glass; running the gauntlet would eventually get the pair to the elevators, but in how many minutes...? Four, five, ten?

Again, there was likely a Magical way through them, but even if there was ... there was Helena.

4th Floor to 5th Floor Stairwell, 2:08 am:

"The elevators don't work this time of night!" the Nurse outside the ICU Emergency Operations Room hollered to the two Hunters there when they expressed a need to get to the 8th floor. Thinking that they were cops, she jerked the lanyard around her neck, causing the safety clasp at the back to disconnect. Waggling it in front of her as she hurried to the two men, she pointed toward the end of the hall saying, "Stairs! Your only choice is the stairs! Here, this'll get you through the door."

They took the only option available to them, swiping the ID's magnetic strip through the door's electronic lock. The green light flashed, they pushed the door open, and rushed through into the stairwell ... only to find a 4 foot by 4 foot landing ... and no stairs! Above and below them was nothing but an empty shaft for hundreds of feet in either direction.

Behind them, the door had closed, and try as they might -- if they tried -- it wouldn't open again. There was a ladder going up the wall where, really, there shouldn't be a ladder. But if they tried it, they'd soon find that no matter how high they climbed, they never got anywhere. And once they left the platform, it -- like the stairs before it -- would disappear.

That left only the two cops currently with Connor ... and ... just where is Chloe?

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Springfield General Hospital

6th Floor, 2:06 am:

"You can't be in the elevator, but you can go with me, up the stairs. It's only two floors, and there's no one in the hospital at this hour, so there's no threat."

The Hunters had moved aside for Connor and the medics trying to keep him alive to get on the elevator, but there was no way they were going to let him out of their sight - much less two floors away.

"No way, at least one of us is ...."

Ding

The tell tale sign of the elevator door closed and not reopening for them told the Hunter they had spent too much time chatting. Now they were in a real hurry - not time to talk, and no time to take even the most rudimentary of precautions. If anyone should have recognized the potential for witchcraft, it was the guy with the special phone, but his sole focus at that point was that he and his partner were needed on the eighth floor - like, yesterday!

--

With none of the outpatient clinics open, with all the administrative offices closed, and with extremely few visitors staying the night, the Emergency room, one floor up and on the other end of a very very long corridor was the only place any excitement could be found at 2:05 in the morning. Still, four of them shouldn't have been congregated - two can lounge in the cafeteria while the other two walked the hallways. But, things have a way of happening. Two had arrived about the same time it was time for the other two to depart. A little overlap wouldn't kill anyone. Besides, if there were any witches in this hospital, surely they would have been ....

Medical emergency!

Damn! They all hoped up ready to charge - one pair for the north elevators, the other pair for the south.

No bravos sighted.

Well, that's a relief - sort of. In no way did it mean they or their charge were out of danger.

The message about the power outage - which would have been taken as more indication of witches behaving badly - wasn't put out until two of the hunters had fallen on their asses on the ice - wherever the fuck a floor of ice came from! Do they even need to ask? "Damn.. I think I might have broken something.. You go, I'll follow as quick as I can." His partner didn't make it far. By the time he was upright, he had lost all sense of which direction the elevators were.

Both hunters, each acting on his own began to mutter spells - one which should have blown the fog out the door, the other which should have blown the fog out via the climate control ducts - Ironically, both spells seemed to sort of... counteract each other.

By the time the one who hadn't been injured in the fall found his way out of the fog-filled lobby, he found himself face to face with a beautiful young ... he wasn't quite focused on identifying witches, just on getting to the eighth floor where he was probably needed. He didn't see a witch right away, just an attractive woman - one whose beauty he found a bit .. distracting? Not that he wasn't a good Hunter, intend on fulfilling his mission, it's just .. he wasn't expecting .... Gia - beautiful, and .. beyond exotic.

--

The other pair of Hunters were equally unprepared for what they encountered. Without consulting his partner, one tried casting a spell to dispense with the mirrors. Assuming it was an illusion he merely wanted out of the way, he was surprised when they began exploding. His partner was not only surprised, but highly upset. It seems a few small shards of glass ended up in his eyes.

"Just GO, dammit! I'll be right behind you..." It wasn't as if the glass caused major injury. A relatively simple spell would mean he was no further than 15 or 20 seconds behind his partner. Only one flaw with that plan: Helena. He didn't know her name, but he knew her. They had a past - she had gotten away, and his then-partner never walked again.

4th Floor to 5th Floor Stairwell, 2:08 am:

The green light flashed, they pushed the door open, and rushed through into the stairwell ... only to find a 4 foot by 4 foot landing ... and no stairs! Above and below them was nothing but an empty shaft for hundreds of feet in either direction.

"It's an illusion. Go! Go!" But the second hunter wasn't so sure it was an illusion. He could sense black magic throughout the hospital now - something there was not a single trace of two minutes earlier. If the witches (and he prayed there were several, because if this was all one witch they were surely fucked) could pull all this magic off with such impeccable timing, then they were good, and well trained, and had come up with ae effective plan.

And now they couldn't get the door to open again. They tried a spell for opening doors. A spell for locks. Even a spell for countering whatever spell a witch had cast - jokingly called a reverse uno spell - but none of them were strong enough to counteract this magic.

Frantic, this pair of hunters had tired themselves out on the ladder to nowhere, and before long all they could do was hang on for dear life, afraid if they fell that drop that looked like it was a mile long might really be a mile long.

--

"If.. If I don't.. "

"Don't try to talk now son, save your energy and try to hold still."

"No.. i.. if i.. t..tell.. Chloe... I.. love her."

"Chloe.. yeah, got it, now just lie back and don't move."

--

Two very tired hunters were still trying to make their way to the eighth floor and didn't make it in time to hear Connor's profession of love for the woman of his dreams - of whom he had surely been mistaken. It must have had something to do with witches, and the spells they cast to confuse him.

 

[Alice2015]

Springfield General Hospital

6th Floor, 2:06 am:

One of the two faux-cops started arguing against being prevented from escorting Connor in the elevator, "No way, at least one of us is ...."

Then ding the bell over the elevator, and three seconds later -- too fast for the Hunters -- the door closed. The male nurse repeated his earlier statement: "Come on, the stairs! We'll be there in twenty seconds!"

1st floor, lobby:

"Damn..." one of the Hunters lying on the Magical ice sheet said. "I think I might have broken something."

He told his partner to go ahead, which he tried to do, only to find himself lost in the fog. When he finally emerged from it, Gia was standing before him with a flirty smirk and stance. She teased with a slow cadence, "That ... was ... something ... wasn't it?"

She'd cast not only the ice and fog Spells on the lobby but a Masking Spell on her; it was complimented by a charm hanging around her neck that slowly came into view as she seductively pulled down the zipper of her tight-fitting sports top. Inch by inch of her perfect cleavage was revealed to the staring, stunned male until finally the zipper was nearly to her belly button...

... and the entire time he'd been mesmerized by her unveiling, Gia had been literally floating a fraction of an inch over the floor his direction, the Hovering making it appear as though she wasn't moving at all. When she was so close to him that his gaze downward at her tits was at almost a 45-degree angle, her free hand -- which had been behind her the entire time -- came slashing out with a long, curved blade that slit him three inches deep from just above his belt buckle all the way to his rib cage.

"Stát!" she commanded as she grasped his shirt tightly; her Stand Spell and the unusual strength of her single gripping hand prevented the Hunter from dropping to the floor. She repeated more calmly, "Stát!"

Gia moved in closer to him as the agony overwhelmed him. As he twitched from head to toe, his blood spurted from his gut all up and down Gia from her bared chest and belly down her legs to her bare feet. The wide smile on her face spoke of her delight in what she was doing to him, an expression that only intensified when she jammed the blade up into his torso, effectively cutting his heart in half.

Even as he remained standing there, already dead, Gia dropped the knife, leaned in to kiss him full on the mouth, and crammed her hand up inside the hole she'd cut open in his torso. When she jerked her hand out, she held one half of his heart in her fingers, her two-inch-long claws, digging into the meat, squeezing, puncturing, ripping it.

The pure Zmatek of the horrific murder literally drove Gia to orgasm right there, holding the dead man's body against her. Mayhem ... my lover ... my truest lover, her brain mused as her body trembled in delight.

The other side of the lobby:

Helena stood in the hallway opening to the elevators, staring down the Hunter coming her way. And like he had, she'd recognized him immediately. She smiled, licked her lips as if ready to kiss him -- or eat him -- and said with an almost seductive tone, "We meet again, Hunter.

4th Floor to 5th Floor Stairwell, 2:08 am:

"It's an illusion," one Hunter told his partner as they looked up and down in the stairwell to find nothing but emptiness. "Go! Go!"

The pair took the only route seemingly available to them: up the ladder that shouldn't have been there. They quickly climbed what should have been the height of a standard hospital floor, only to arrive at a landing above which was the label 4th Floor. They continued climbing, finding 4th floor over a third landing, then a fourth, then a fifth!

As they tired, one of the Hunters reached a foot out to the landing, hoping to get off the ladder and rest. As if made of crackers, it crumbled, the bits and pieces falling downward; the debris hit and crushed the landing below it, then the one below that, and again and again until the damage was being down in the deep darkness of the shaft.

The elevator:

Connor continued mumbling what he thought might be his final words, "If ... If I don't..."

"Don't try to talk now son," the Doctor told him and he and the nurses continued watching his vitals and tending to his IV and other life saving drugs enroute. "Save your energy and try to hold still."

"No.. i.. if i.. t..tell.. Chloe... I.. love her."

"Chloe ... yeah, got it," the Doctor said. "Now just lie back and don't move."

8th Floor:

The two faux-cops and their male nurse escort finally reached the landing for the OR floor. The Nurse swiped his ID, the green light flashed, and he opened the door to let the Hunters surge out. The three of them hurried to the elevator doors; they were closed.

"They couldn't have cleared this area that fast," the Nurse said with confusion. "We were just seconds behind them."

He rushed to the adjacent perpendicular hall, looking both ways to the Operating Rooms. As he reversed his route to the other hallway that ran parallel to the first, he asked, "What the fuck? Where are they?"

The elevator door opened, and as the Doctor and Nurses pushed Connor out onto what should have been the 8th Floor, they slowed to a stop and looked around. The Doctor asked, "What the fuck are we doing in the basement?"

That was the last conscious thought any of them had as Chloe waved her hand before her, saying with a chanting tone, "svlékněte se a milujte se ... svlékněte se a milujte se."

As she and Tereza took hold of the rolling bed and pushed it toward the end of the hallway and an ambulance waiting for them in the underground parking structure, the male Doctor, male nurse, and four other nurses did exactly what Chloe had ordered them to do: unclothe and make love. Most of them will have treated at least one other of their work mates to a pleasant climax by the time the Spell wore off or someone finally figure out where they were and came to break them up.

Underground Garage:

With Connor safely inside the ambulance and a Spell countering the effects of the non-magical drugs the mesmerized nurse had applied earlier, Chloe looked to Tereza and said, "Mother, you didn't have to help. You said I was on my own."

"You were," the Ženský vůdce matriarchátu told her.

Chloe asked as she closed the doors, "What changed?"

Tereza waved Chloe to continue with her mission, not explaining her reason for getting involved in something for which the Coven would punish her if she was unsuccessful ... at finding and killing the highest-ranking Hunter she'd had the opportunity to face in over 300 years, Director of Operations for the Society, the Legendary Tilby.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

"We meet again, Hunter."

The Hunter's name was Simpson, and he'd lied about his condition. Lied to his superiors because of his eagerness to get back into the game. He was a good Hunter, of that there was no doubt. But his partner had been better - and that didn't help him when they came up against Helena. They might have been better, but she was smarter. They had fallen right into a trap she had set - and now, with a look of absolute horror, Simpson realized he'd fallen into her trap again. Last time there were two Hunters, which meant one was able to get away. This time - this time his partner was still somewhere behind him, dealing with shards of glass in both eyes.

And it was all his fault. He'd been too hasty in casting that spell without considering the implications. Weaker witches would have tried to confound them with an illusion. The stronger witch used real glass.

Simpson knew how Hunters were supposed to act. He knew to never show fear or doubt. But when he saw Helena licking her lips, his unfortunate penis twitched. The dreams. The dreams he'd had every night for weeks after Marcus had died. He told his superiors they were dissipating, and they were, but they never went away completely. Dreams of fucking the beautiful witch who'd killed his partner and best friend - but he'd even lied about that. The dreams were of him submitting to her, sexually. Then he said the dreams had stopped altogether. Her magic had worn off. He lied. He just wanted to get back in the game. Find and kill more witches. Avenge his friend. But now, all he could do was whisper

"oh god... no..."

He almost whispered please, but was aware it would do him no good.

--

Murphy was pretty sure he'd broken his tailbone. "FUCK!" he said a little too loud - loud enough for Gia to gauge how far away he was. It wasn't a debilitating injury, but he wouldn't be leaping over any hurdles any time soon - or maybe ever again, if he wasn't able to hold his own against any witches he encountered. But he knew he had to soldier on - that his partner was counting on him. "I'm coming, Bill... just.. moving a little slower than I'd like."

Of course Bill couldn't respond. Not after making the supreme sacrifice for Gia's orgasm.

--

On the ladder leading from the 4th to the 5th floors - at least that's where they might be - the two Hunters had quickly exhausted themselves. A frantic voice on the phone was shouting something about the gurney never making it to the 8th floor. Everyone was ordered to spread out and search each floor. Spreading out wasn't the best tactic should they run afoul of any witches, but it was a faster way to search.

Of course it didn't help that there weren't that many hunters available to search.

One hunter was dead.

Another had two eyes full of glass shards and the magic that put them there was stronger than the magic he was using to try to get them out.

Two exhausted hunters were stuck on a ladder to nowhere and it was all they could do to hang on and not fall.

One was practically paralyzed with fear on running into the only witch who had a hold on his soul - via his dream fantasies.

And the last, for whom every step was torture for his lower back, was about to meet Gia.

--

And there were the two who were supposed to stay with Connor. "How many floors are in this building? Everyone else was below us. We'll go high and work our way down."

 

[Alice2015]

Springfield General Hospital
1st lobby, near the elevator bank:
6:08 am

We meet again, Hunter, Helena had said with a sweet, seductive tone. And she heard him when he'd inadvertently murmured, "oh god... no..."

Her smile widened even further with delight. She remembered him just as he remembered her; she recalled their interaction, though, like him, she didn't know what Simpson's name was any more than he knew hers was Helena. She could sense that he wasn't only frightened of her but that he was injured as well. Add to that that he was feeling guilt over his earlier Spell having injured his partner, who was lying on the tile farther back in the lobby, gingerly picking glass out of his skin and even out of his eyes.

Recalling how she'd distracted him during their previous encounter, Helena caressed a hand down the front of her ... over her smooth belly, toward her groin, into her crotch ... all the while walking ever so slowly his direction, her modest heels clicking with each step, the sound echoing off the marble walls of the lobby with far more volume than they should have ... click ... click ... click...

"I have missed you, Hunter," she purred his direction; again, the volume he would hear was far louder than what her mouth was actually producing. The hand in her crotch began lifting the front of her skirt, even as her second hand was slowly removing the scarf wrapped around her neck. Without her lips even moving, his ears would once again hear her words, I have missed you, my Beloved Hunter.

The front of her skirt rose to expose the lace of her stockings ... then the skin of her thighs above that ... then -- despite the fact that Helena was wearing panties -- the muffless flesh of her crotch; could he see her swollen labia as she strolled closer ... click ... click ... click. Could he see the glistening flesh and the also swollen clit peeking out like a little creature wanting to know if it was safe to come out ... to play...?

The other side of the lobby:

Murphy was pretty sure he'd broken his tailbone. "FUCK!" the Hunter said louder than he would have wish after falling on the ice and breaking something; he thought maybe his tailbone, but could he really be sure? Maybe he needed a doctor. Too bad he wasn't in a hospital. Oh ... wait ... he was. Well, that was good news ... wouldn't it?

"I'm coming, Bill..." he called to his partner, unaware that several yards away, Bill was the literally definition of the Walking Dead.

Gia's hold on the dead Hunter began to lessen as the orgasmic delight of having sliced him open and literally ripped out his heart began to wane. Her heart was pounding, her perfect, firm chest was swelling and shrinking, and as she opened her eyes to look at him -- his eyes were wide with fright, despite him already being deceased -- she stood on her blood-soaked toes to kiss him again, forcing her tongue between his lips. When she pulled back, her lips, tongue, and chin were covered with the blood that had forced its way up his gullet.

She smiled with reddened teeth, like some Hollywood vampire character, and whispered to the unhearing man, "Was it good for you, too?"

Releasing both her hand from his shirt and her Stand Spell from his entirety, the man fell straight to the ground like a wet noodle dropped from the strainer. Gia licked the blood from her lips and chin, sucked the red fluid from the fingers, palm, wrist of her right hand ... then looked off into the direction of a male voice saying, "...just.. moving a little slower than I'd like."

Smiling, Gia strolled through the pool of blood toward the other Hunter, leaving red footsteps behind her as if she stepped in a spilt jar of paint.

(OOC: I'm going to write the other characters in a second post, so that if you are available to respond to these guys, you can.)

 

[Alice2015]

Springfield General Hospital
The emergency stairwell, between the 4th and 5th floors

The Hunters grasping as tightly as they could to the ladder rising up the wall of the stairwell could hear their team members calling for help but could do nothing to help them; they were becoming exhausted, and all attempts to get past the Magic that had caused the actual stairs to disappear -- replaced by a shaft reaching to infinity above and below them -- were failing.

One of them attempted to switch his grip on the rungs, but his growing weakness failed him and -- with a loud scream of panic -- he began falling ... only to give out a loud oof sound when -- after just six or seven feet -- he landed on the stairs that, upon his touching them, were ripped from the Vanish Spell that had been casted upon them.

8th Floor:

"How many floors are in this building?" one of the two Hunters who'd thought they would find Connor here asked the Nurse escorting them.

"Ten ... ten floors," he answered. "The next one up is Private Rooms ... you know, the rich ass fuckers who--" He ceased his complaint, knowing that this wasn't the right time for bitching about the inequities of the Health Care System. "Above that is mostly Equipment Rooms ... elevator controls, air conditioning ... some storage."

"Everyone else was below us," the Hunter said. "We'll go high and work our way down."

They wouldn't find anything of interest to them up there, but it would give Chloe more time to extract Connor from...

The Underground Parking Structure:

Chloe slipped into the passenger's side door of the ambulance; with the male driver already fully under her Spell, she only had to tell him, "Let's go."

He flipped on the emergency lights as he drove carefully forward but -- at Chloe's earlier command -- left the siren silent. In a matter of minutes, they would be out of the city and heading for a Coven Safe House 30 miles away. The Witch slipped out of the seat and into the back of the ambulance, taking a seat on the bench to look down upon the Hunter. He cracked open his eyes and murmured something unintelligible; Chloe knew what he as trying to say, though, and smiling, leaned down to press her lips to his in a soft, erotic kiss.

"I'm here, Connor," she whispered when their lips parted. "I'm here, Lover."

(OOC: One more post coming, this one for Tereza.)

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Springfield General Hospital
1st lobby, near the elevator bank:
6:08 am

The Hunter - Simpson - took a small step backwards and almost stumbled on ... something. He didn't know. Didn't dare look down to see what it was. His eyes, at first glance to the untrained, might look like they were filled with abject fear - but they weren't. Weren't filled only with fear. They also bore a great deal of ... helplessness. Any experienced fighter would see he was already resigned to defeat.

"No..." he whispered again. As if he thought that would stop her? "D..don't.. c..can't look. Can't look" he whispered, as he stumbled backward two more small and inconsequential steps. He tried to think of his wife. His children. His ... calling. Anything but the apparition of allure that was before his eyes now - mocking his weakness.

A spell. Protection spell. Yes, that's what I'm supposed to do.

Were his lips moving? or simply quivering? The sound - was it words he was whispering, or simply his quivering chest forcing air from his lungs?

No, they were words. Latin sounding words. She might recognize the spell he was trying to recite - it was the same one that had helped him to escape her clutches before. Silly hunter - once a witch hears a hunter's spell and survives and retains her memory of the event, she almost immediately conjures a charm or counter-spell to render it useless. Impotent was the term some witches liked to use, given the obvious sexual connotations in the battle of the sexes. Then he conjured up the energy and presence of mind to shout (if you could call that weak quivering voice a shout) "EAM SIC!" - and waited to see if the spell had its desired effect. His lack of confidence was palpable, even before it was obvious the spell had gone limp.


The other side of the lobby:

For the smallest fraction of a second, Murphy’s reaction to Gia was similar to his partner’s. Exotic beauty, with no reason to suspect she was a witch. No reason, that is, until he saw the blood. Blood – everywhere.

Murphy, despite his not being “old” yet, was still considered old school in his approach to hunting. Shoot first and cast spells later. Only, by the time he saw the (presumed) witch and ID’d her as such, she was too close for him to draw his gun. So, he attacked.

He was half defeated before he even made contact – with an excruciating pain on his lower back, radiating down to… both legs … which promptly collapsed beneath him.

Only when he was on his back – again – did he reach for the gun, tucked away in an “inside the pants” holster. (attached to his belt, but tucked inside the trousers – difficult to draw but more secure and concealable that way.) As he was going for his gun, he decided that would be a good time for a protection spell. If only he could get it done before the witch did something to silence him.


The emergency stairwell, between the 4th and 5th floors

Complaining about what happened would be counterproductive, so neither of the Hunters bothered. Things seemed as if things were going south in a hurry, based on the voices on the phones. “You go up, I’ll go down.” It was Charlie, the somewhat out of shape one, who wanted to take the stairwells going down. An old shoulder injury was starting to flare up from his death grip on the ladder-to-nowhere, and he’d exacerbated an old knee injury when he fell over six feet on to the stairs he wasn’t expecting to hit.


In the ambulance

Connor smiled up at his beautiful Chloe, so happy to see her again. Just being close to her made him feel a lot better.

“Chloe. Chloe, I’m so sorry. I thought… I thought you were… one of them. It… had to be a spell. I.. love you. I’m so sorry.”

He didn’t think to ask about the ambulance.

 

[Alice2015]

Springfield General Hospital
1st floor lobby, near the elevator bank:
6:10 am

"No..." Simpson whispered again as Helena continued nearing him, one hand holding up the front of her skirt to seemingly reveal her womanhood to the man via a Seduction Spell, despite the fact that she was actually wearing a pair of modest panties. He tried not to look her way but failed, quietly chastising himself, "D..don't.. c..can't look. Can't look."

Helena Sensed the Hunter trying to cast a Protection Spell and quickly casted a Defeat Spell Spell of her own. He continued mouthing the words to activate the guard, but he was just wasting his words and time. It was just as he'd realized too late, that she'd countered the already-once-casted spell. She liked the word Impotent to describe the encounter as much as he disliked the word.

"EAM SIC!" Simpson chanted her way as the distance between them closed to just a handful of feet.

Suddenly, Helena closed her eyes, stiffened as if in great pain, trembled, then jerked seeming out of control, and cried out a long painful screech ... and then ... just as quickly as she'd seemed to be affected by the Spell ... she straightened back up and began laughing.

"Sorry about that, Hunter," she said, smiling and obviously not sorry at all. "I just wanted to see the expression on your face."

Simpson had been backing without looking behind him, and now he'd backed as far as he could, coming into solid contact with a half-tall wall that separated portions of the lobby. Helena continued forward, until their fronts made contact with one another. The hand that had been dragging her long scarf behind her also took hold of one of his hands, twisting it and putting it between them ... at her crotch.

"Dotkni se mě, miláčku," she whispered to him as she stood on her tippy toes to give him more access to her. Despite the panties containing her womanhood, he would think he felt her wet, warm pussy at his fingertips. She repeated her demand in both the Latin preferred by the Society and the English with which most Society and Coven communications were conducted here in the United States, "Tange me, amator ... Touch me, Lover."

If he did as the Witch commanded -- a request that was, ironically, without additional Magic! -- Helena would grind her pussy against his hand and her bosom against his muscular chest. If he didn't do as she commanded, Helena would cast another spell, this one causing one end of the long, woolen scarf to wrap around his neck, while the other end rose up into the air to wrap around a dangling light fixture.

 

[Alice2015]

The Wyndam Suites Hotel
Downtown Springfield

Sometime later that day:

Tereza strode up the sidewalk from Willow Avenue and 14th Street, turning into the check-in area of the Hotel in which -- by horrific coincidence -- both Chloe and the Hunter Society Chief of Operations, Master Tilby, had rooms. Tereza had intended on coming back to the Hotel simply to keep an eye on her underling's room; inside it was a Knihy, a book, the Liber venatorum or Book of Hunters.

The Hunter Magic that kept Chloe from handling the book was powerful, enough so that even that 913-year-old Witch had had no way of getting past it. The 1450-year-old Tereza had a better chance of getting past that Magic, but there was still a risk. But it was worth the risk as possessing this one item -- this Knihy -- could lead to the eventually destruction of the Society of Hunters for all time. For the first time since the 3rd Century BCE, the Daughters of Brno Coven could rule over the world in peace.

If Tereza couldn't take control of and utilize the Liber venatorum, then she had to destroy it. Depriving the Society of Hunters of their Bible was the next best thing to possessing it.

Still, that wasn't the reason for Tereza's return to the Wyndam at this moment in time. She wasn't here for the Knihy; she was here for Master Tilby. The two of them had done battle -- directly and indirectly both -- several times over their lives. Although he wasn't nearly as old as she was -- Hunters were eternal like Witches, who had use of the Obnovení, or Restoration -- he was the oldest known Hunter of which Tereza was aware.

She didn't know how he'd extended his life all this time. While Hunters and Witches shared a portion of the available methods of Magic -- Innate Power, Spells, Portions, and Charms -- there were certain Magical powers and Items available only to Witches and only to Hunters. The ones Tilby had available to him for extending his life were a mystery to Tereza, something she would most definitely ask him about just before she killed him this go-around.

As she approached the entry doors to the Hotel, she Sensed the Hunters hurrying her way from within the lobby. A pair of them came into view to her right, just beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass that was the building's facade. They each pulled large handguns from under their long, leather coats and pointed them at her; they weren't messing around and giving her a chance to react and intended to blast her right through the heavy glass.

It didn't go their way, however. Each of them suddenly donned expressions of confusion, even pain as they pointed their weapons at Tereza but couldn't get their fingers to pull the triggers. At the door, the confused doorman hesitated to pull open the door, asking in panic, "Should I call the police, Ma'am?"

"No, do not call the police, young man," she said sweetly. "Open the door, and I will deal with this myself."

The doorman did as requested, and Tereza walked inside, striding for the distant elevator. The two Hunters swept the guns slowly, keeping them pointed directly at the Witch's head, still unable to pull their triggers. She passed in between them, their sweeping movements ceased, and finally -- with their guns pointed at each other -- they finally pulled the trigger, blowing their partner's brains out all over the lobby.

 

[Alice2015]

Springfield General Hospital

6:08 am

The other side of the lobby:

With her front side -- from her cleavage down her legs to her toes -- coated inconsistently with the dead Hunter's blood, Gia continued forward toward the his partner; she would see that his earlier fall on the Magical ice sheet was causing him excruciating pain on his back, and while he tried to stand up and draw his concealed weapon, he fell to the floor with a thud that looked equally painful.

He had just managed to get the handgun out as Gia reached out to take it from him. She was contemplating what Mayhem she could do with it when the Hunter Casted a Protection Spell, causing Gia to bounce off of him as if she'd jumped into one of those Bouncy Castles at the kiddy park.

She landed on her ass a couple of yards away, gave him a hurt look, then laughed. She told him with a pouty, hurt tone, "That wasn't very nice of you. Didn't your mother teach you how to behave around girls?"

It was ironic that Gia would bring up the Hunter's mother. He was a Magic-capable Hunter -- only a small percentage of them were, perhaps 10% anymore -- which meant that his mother had been a Dormant, a Witch who'd never used her Powers, either because she didn't know she was a Witch or because she'd simply refused to use them.

Then, without any hesitation at all, Gia pointed the man's pistol at him and empty the 14-round clip into him, the last round exploding less than 3 seconds after the first had ... and by the time that last explosion was echoing through the lobby and down the hallways, Gia was once more crying out to the sexual-like euphoria of the Mayhem filling her like warm breath blown into a balloon.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

1st floor lobby, near the elevator bank:

The total mindfuck of allowing the Hunter to think his spell had worked was the final straw, that which destroyed his will. Somehow, his eyes managed to reveal an even more complete defeat of his entire being – body, mind, and spirit.

There was just a very part of his brain that hadn’t admitted defeat just yet. Oh, it was defeated, for sure, it just hadn’t realized it. Like when a single little glowing ember remains where there was once a raging inferno. It glows, but everyone knows it can’t start a fire. It has already been preordained to die and grow cold.

“Susan” his pathetic voice trembled, even as the tremble in his hand grew worse. He called on … what? The power of his love for his wife?

“Touch me, lover.”

“No.. I.. pl.. please.. no.” Everything seemed to be jumbled in his brain. He was saying no, but his hand was already touching her – down there. IN his dreams, she called it her “Holy of Holies”.



“S… s… s…”

Was he trying to say his wife’s name again? If so, it was too late. The first tear that rolled down his cheek seems to have extinguished the tiny ember.



“ohhhh goddddd” – it wasn’t just his body groaning, but his spirit, his entire being, and he somehow found the words he’d spent the last few months praying he would never say to her. “I couldn’t stop dreaming of you.”

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC: Since the Hunters above the lobby -- two on the 4th floor, two more on the 8th -- have no more interactions with Witches, I'm going to ignore them until/unless they get to the lobby and interact with Gia and/or Helena, as you suggested in PM.)

In the ambulance, leaving Springfield General

Connor smiled up at the Witch that his exhausted and Magic-affected brain was still telling him was his non-Magical lover, saying, “Chloe. Chloe, I’m so sorry. I thought… I thought you were… one of them. It… had to be a spell. I.. love you. I’m so sorry.”

She smiled again, too, leaning down to press her lips to his again and gently press her tongue forward until it was contacting his own. When she pulled back, she whispered, "It's fine, Lover. We're fine. You're safe now, from them."

Chloe didn't actually use the word Witch for fear that it might have an adverse effect. She whispered, "You sleep, Lover. I'm taking you someplace safe, someplace where we can be together without them finding us ... hurting us."

As she was lying to him, she attempted to strengthen his feelings for her by reaching inside his hospital gown, caressing her hand up his thigh, and finding his bared cock. It twitched, then immediately began to stiffen as she leaned down to once again give him an erotic kiss. She gently toyed with his ball sack, then took his cock again and stroked -- no caressed -- its full length with loosing grasping fingers.

The effect on him was instantaneous and just as Chloe would have expected. Despite him being spent -- emotionally, physically, and even magically -- Connor stiffened up to a rock-hard state, began breathing harder, moaning softly ... and after less than a minute began mussing the underside of his hospital gown with his ejaculate.

"That's a good boy, my Lover," Chloe whispered to him, kissing him softly, then more erotically. "You go to sleep now. We'll be home soon."

She pulled her hand out, used some alcohol wipes to clean off what bit of his jizz got onto her fingers, then crawled up into the front of the ambulance again. They'd already covered most of the distance to the Coven Safe House -- the overhead flashing lights having been turned off back at the city limits -- and as they neared it further, Chloe directed the civilian ambulance driver to take the appropriate turns to complete the route.

The security on the estate was both Magical and more Human in nature: there were a total of 12 different Spells, 3 Charms, and one Totem protecting the 44-acre property and the mansion located near its center; a crew of 3 shifts of 10 men each guarded the perimeter, never getting closer to the mansion than 100 yards and never knowing that the people they were protecting were Witches who would kill them without hesitation the moment they learned what they were; and finally there was an array of electronics -- cameras, proximity alarms, and even a system of drones -- that were there as well, though honestly, they were mostly there to surveil the Human males, not protect the female Witches.

As they approached what the Witches more often than not called the Big House, to distinguish it from the smaller cottages spread about the woods for the privacy of Coven members, Chloe pointed the driver to the driveway that circled to the back of the house. Once they stopped, a quartet of Witches came out to tend to the removal of Connor and relocation of him to his recovery room.

"Come with me," Chloe told the driver of the ambulance, leading him into the house behind the others. Connor was loaded into an elevator barely big enough for the stretcher on which he'd been transferred back in the hospital garage. There was no room for anyone else, so Chloe told the driver, "We'll use the stairs."

At the top of the elegant, winding staircase, she turned the man not toward the elevator, the Witches, and Connor but instead the other direction. She led him through a pair of old, heavy oak doors, across a suite's anteroom, and through another pair of doors into a large bedroom elegantly apportioned with antiques that in some cases reached back centuries in age.

Stopping near the enormous, canopied bed, Chloe turned to face the man, looked him up and down, began to strip, and told him, "Take off your clothes ... and get into bed."

 

[Alice2015]

1st floor lobby, near the elevator bank:

“Susan” the Hunter moaned in a pathetic, trembling voice. As Helena was telling him to touch her down there, he moaned, “No.. I.. pl.. please.. no.”

She ground her panties-enclosed pussy against his fingers, realizing that it was beginning to feel better than she'd expected. She hated the idea of having to kill this man before -- like her Witchy friend at the other end of the lobby had -- she got a chance to experience some very unauthorized but very Mayhem-y Hunter-on-Witch sexual euphoria.

He tried to invoke his wife's name again, “S… s… s…”

"Helena!" she corrected as she reached her second hand down between them to work her panties down one hip, then the other, then repeating on both sides until they were stretching across her at midthigh. She took hold of his fingers again and directed them upon her labia and clit, still not using any additional Magic on him as it would only degrade the satisfaction she might receive from him consciously doing that of which Susan would very much disapprove.

“ohhhh goddddd” he groaned, trying but failing to fight her as she used her own fingers to direct his upon her pussy. Then, suddenly, Helena realized that he was working her folds and lust button totally on his own as he moaned, “I couldn’t stop dreaming of you.”
"And me you, Lover," she said, mimicking the words that Chloe was at this very moment speaking to Connor as the two of them raced away from the city in the borrowed ambulance. She kissed him for the first time, passionately, erotically, taking his lower lip between her own, biting it softly, moaning as the pleasure between her thighs began to become real. She begged, "Don't stop ... don't stop."

She wanted him to finish her and finish her quickly, knowing that at any moment some random guard or doctor or nurse of family member who the Witches hadn't dealt with could happen by at any moment; the Mayhem that the team of four Witches had caused across four or five or six floors of the hospital was not going to go unnoticed for long.

If he couldn't make her cum with just his finger tips, Helena would push him to the floor and shove his face up under her skirt. And if that didn't get her off before they were interrupted, then she'd have to tighten the scarf around his neck, kill him, and go find someone else to lick her clit ... maybe Gia, seeing how they'd been sending each other to the heights of ecstasy going back all the way back to their original bodies.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

Simpson, the Hunter (Oliver, or Ollie to his wife and friends) was bungling everything. He'd failed to save his partner in the past, and he'd probably just killed his new partner. Though the man with glass shards in his eyes might still be alive, it was only a matter of minutes - or seconds - until one of these witches finalized the deal. These witches, and their perfectly executed plan. Rendering over half a dozen good Hunters impotent. There was that word again. That word he hated, but he couldn't get the image out of his mind.

Even now, he was supposed to be trying to pleasure Helena, but he knew he wouldn't. She had brought out those feelings of inadequacy lying dormant in every cell of his body. That seductive smile, the licking of her lips when they encountered each other. That supreme confidence that dripped from every pore of her her body. Her... goddess... body. And suddenly, it all became clear. This fight where good was supposed to triumph over evil - was meaningless. He was going to lose, because he deserved to lose. She was going to win, because she deserved to win. It had been preordained - and the certainty of the outcome had been reinforced in those dreams. Were the dreams really the result of witchcraft, or his own subconscious telling how worthless he was, how helpless he would be when he met her again?

If only ...

If only he could give her the orgasm she wanted. Then he would prove to her he wasn't as helpless, as worthless, as she thought. A minor victory before he had to concede defeat. It wasn't much, but it was something.

Openly crying now, deeply ashamed of his shortcomings, he redoubled his efforts to please the beautiful, sexy, confident witch. The one he knew deserved to win, and would.

 

[Alice2015]

Springfield General Hospital
Lobby
2:10am (OOC: Hey, this all started at just past 2am, but I then accidently wrote "6:02" and not "2:06". I'm going back to change my times to the 2:xx hour. Sorry.)

Helena felt a sudden jolt of pleasure as the Hunter over whom she had full control began probing and massaging her pussy with a renewed vigor. She smiled, then laughed, understanding that although Magic had begun this lewd, almost sacrificial encounter between Witch and Hunter, it was more the total collapse of his ability to fight her -- his impotence as his own brain was chastising him -- that was driving him on.

She could kill him right now and move on -- the fight in the hospital wasn't over yet -- but the ecstasy and energetic boost that would come from her total dominance over Oliver Simpson was just too much to leave lying on the table.

The blood-soaked Gia -- still carrying the now-unloaded pistol with which she'd killed her second Hunter of the night -- came around the corner and spotted her partner embracing the hunter who was fingering her. She paused a moment, registering the situation, then shook her head as she murmured, "You gotta be kidding me."

The two Witches had very different approaches to refreshing their Innate power reserves; while Helena enjoyed having sex with them, for her own pleasure, not theirs, Gia preferred to rip their hearts out, which -- of course -- she'd done with her first victim of the night. They each got what they wanted from it: euphoria. Gia's, of course, made a bit more of a mess, and as she headed casually toward the other Witch and her Hunter sex slave, she began looking for any sort of cloth to wipe off some of the blood caking her skin and clothes.

Meanwhile, Helena was beginning to serious writhe against the Hunter, her arms around him, clutching tightly as his fingers worked feverishly upon her womanhood. Gia had cleaned some of the sticky red stuff from her, but what she really needed was a bath. She smiled wider as she caught the sound of splashing water, looked out the lobby's windows, and saw a fountain and the pool around it.

"I'm going to go clean up," she told Helena after she'd walked up to within just feet of the pair of lovers. Gia and the Hunter made eye contact, and she shook her head. She could see that the man was fully lost to her partner's control over him. She asked casually, "Can I have a go-round with him when--"

An invisible burst of energy hit Gia just hard enough to cause her to teeter away from the pair as Helena -- quickly nearing orgasm -- used her Magic to let the other Witch know that she was being a bitch. Gia backed away, lofting her hands in a surrender gesture, saying, "Sorry! You ... just go ahead and finish without me."

She headed across the lobby toward the doors and -- Sensing that they were locked -- waved a hand and blew out the glass. She wandered through the scattered shards of glass, stripped naked at the fountain, waded into the cold water, then fell to her back in it, splashing slightly red-tinted water all about. She would spend the next several minutes washing water over her body and through her hair, removing the mutilated Hunter's blood from her.

Meanwhile, back in the lobby, Helena suddenly gave out a sharp cry as her body exploded in orgasm. In her Witchy Czech language, she told the man the same thing normal women told their lovers when they didn't want the euphoria to end, "Nepřestávej! Nepřestávej! Nepřestávej!"

But Helena knew he had to stop, for two sudden reasons that while very different from one another, were somewhat indirectly connected. First, her orgasm at Simpson's hands -- or hand, as it was -- suddenly gave the man a boost, returning him somewhat from his state of total submission to her; and second, a pair of Hunters who'd been higher in the Hospital building trying to figure out where their Mister Rutledge -- Connor Jansky -- had gone were only just now reaching the lobby.

Helena rode out the waves of combined sexual pleasure and Magic rejuvenation as long as she thought she could before the Hunter she was holding began to think that maybe he should be doing something other than fingering a Witch's pussy. Then, backing a step to reach down and pull her panties back up, she simply looked him in the eyes, smiled, and said, "Spěte nyní."

The Hunter immediately fell asleep ... and then fell to the tile floor. As Helena rearranged her top over her firm, unbridled breasts, lifted one foot after another to a nearby chair to smooth her stockings, and removed the scarf that had been wrapped around the Hunter's neck just in case she had had to strangle him, she wondered whether it was better to just kill the man here and now. But it pleased her to leave him alive; she wanted him to remember what had had happened between them here tonight, yet another sexual defeat for him against the sexy Witch who would forever leave him thinking that no other woman -- not even his loving, Dormant-Witch of a wive -- could ever satisfy him the way she did.

Helena smiled even wider at she remembered, You didn't get off, did you? Far behind her, she heard loud, fast moving footsteps and knew that the other two hunters -- No, there's three? Four? -- were nearing; if she was going to act, it had to be quickly. Helena knelt to the Hunter, cupped his manhood in one hand as she pressed the fingertips of the other to his lips and whispered, "Mysli na mě".

She stood again and hurried away, knowing that the Think of Me Spell -- until and unless another magical Hunter casted a spell to counter act it -- would cause him to think of her each and every time he got sexually excited for months, possibly years to come. Helena couldn't help but giggled as she hurried off to collect Gia, Maybe you'll think of me even without the Spell, Lover.

Outside in the dark of the morning, Helena found the naked Gia still sloshing about in the fountain. Trying to sound anxious and rushed but also laughing, she told the other Witch, "They're coming!"

"Did you?" Gia asked, using the same term -- cum versus come -- but meaning totally different things. When Helena smiled guiltily, Gia laughed, telling her, "So did I! Oh, we're such Wicked Witches."

"We have to go, Gia!" Helena shouted. Looking back, she could see the first of eventually four Hunters entering the lobby. She looked back to the other Witch, finding Gia rising naked out of the water with no sign of having previously been covered from chin to shins in Hunter blood. "Where the fuck are you clo-- Oh, never mind, let's go!"

The two of them ran off into the night, through the parking lot, then into the park, leaving the mayhem behind them ... and laughing all the way.

 

[DreamingOfMyEx]

The Big House
2:40 a.m.
(Chloe and her new friend in a bedroom)

The EMT/Ambulance Driver was certainly fit. While it is possible to see ones who aren't, it only makes sense to stay in shape, needing to lift patients and the like.

This one was in his mid 30's perhaps, or maybe 40's, one of those men who had experienced life outdoors, exposed to the elements and perhaps had been knocked about a bit. With men like him, it was hard to tell their age. He had definitely spent some time in the gym - or maybe chopping wood on the farm. Taller than average, 6'3", with features some have described as "chiseled" - he wasn't bulging with muscles like the bodybuilders who enter contests, but Chloe and plenty of other people who had seen him shirtless knew they were there.

The name tag on his EMT uniform read "C. Erickson", and a closer look at the ID card the Health Department required he wear attached to a pocket would tell her the "C" was for Charles. He had fallen under Chloe's spell - as any man would who wasn't a hunter - but if Chloe kept track of such things, he didn't fall quite as easily as most. Naked, his penis (if that's something Chloe cared about) was not necessarily huge - not like in the porn star department - but like his height it was well above average. Certainly enough to put Connor to shame. If she guessed he was far more experienced with women than Connor, she would be right.

If it weren't for the spell - and if Chloe weren't a witch - he would be the one taking charge in both the ambulance and the bedroom. Not in a BDSM sort of way, but in a manly sort of way.

 

[Alice2015]

Daughters of Brno Coven's Country Estate
The Big House
2:40 a.m.
(Chloe and her new friend in a bedroom)

Chloe watched as the Ambulance Driver stripped out of his uniform, peeling his underwear off to reveal his better-than-average cock, already hardened and reaching out from a bush of curly hair. She smiled, at the length, the girth, and the bush, too; she liked her men to be natural, even having turned away men with shaved crotches before as being less than desirable.

She gestured him toward the middle of the canopy bed as she herself walked around it slowly. She commanded, "Lay on your back ... spread eagle." As he got into the demanded position, she continued to admire the hairiness of his physique: hairy chest, hairy arms, hairy legs. That facet of him alone could make her wet if she hadn't already been heading that way simply for knowing what was ahead for him.

As she reached the end of the bed, Chloe waved her hand before her, saying, "Řetízky!" In an instant, as if they were snakes, the řetízky -- chains with open shackles at the ends -- suddenly crawled to the man's wrists and ankles, clamping around them hungrily before pulling so tightly that he gave a yelp of mixed pain and surprise.

"Dejte nám prostor ke hře," she chanted, saying for the driver's benefit, "We need a little more room to play, don't you think?"

Suddenly, the bed pulled away from the wall toward the center of the large bed chamber. The headboard wasn't attached to the bed frame itself but was instead attached to the wall; the result was that the bed no longer had a head or foot or two sides but instead was simply four open sides, with the driver secured to each corner.

Another casual gesture from Chloe brought an armchair -- practically a throne -- moving out from the wall behind her. As it reached her, she sat down, crossed her legs, and called out, "Ready when you are, ladies."

Two doors opened -- the one through which they'd accessed the room originally and a second one -- and one by one, a total of a dozen women entered the room; they were all scantily clad in bra and panty sets, negligees, or even less. They wasted no time mounting the bed to kiss, lick, caress, grope, and nibble upon the driver.

Smiling, Chloe watched in silence as the women practically mauled the man, with one after another of them taking turns licking at his balls or cock and sometimes taking the latter into their mouths, sometimes fully. She could Sense that he was getting highly excited, almost to the point of climax, meaning it was time for her to get involved.

"I think he's too furry, ladies," she said softly, asking, "Don't you?"

Suddenly, all up and down his body, the twelve women began taking hairs from his legs, his arms, his chest, his groin, his balls into their teeth and pulling them out! The man cried out once, but one of the girls was ready for this and stuffed a gag into his mouth and clasped a hand over it. For almost five minutes, they continued doing this, jerking out hairs with their incisors, swallowing them, and repeating.
By the time Chloe called the women off, he was almost bare except where they hadn't gotten the hairs all the way to the roots. As the women suddenly cleared the bed and moved off to form a circle around it, Chloe moved toward the man; she had stripped to the skin during the melee. She didn't need any hair bitten from her body, of course, as the only hair on her was on her head and above her eyes.

She mounted the bed, slowly moving up it on all fours like a cat stalking its prey. All around her, the other Witches were chanting softly; it wasn't a spell but was instead a monotone Czech song that spoke of things of which this man would never know or likely want to know. Chloe moved over the man's groin, took hold of his cock, and fondled it back to stiffness before lifting herself over it and then lowering herself upon it.

She began rising and lowering, taking him in and out of herself, with growing speed and roughness; on the downstroke, she was practically pounding him into the mattress. When she Sensed that he was going to cum, she whispered, "Zatím ne ... zatím ne ... not yet..."

The Spell let the pleasure push him to the point that he was just seconds from exploding, then stopped him. He maintained that feeling for five minutes ... ten ... fifteen ... twenty ... thirty ... forty! During this time, Chloe came once ... twice ... three times, screaming loudly toward the shaking canopy above her head. When she'd finally had enough, she slowed, then stopped, looking down into the still-gagged man's face -- he still hadn't cum!

"That was very good, lover," she whispered to him as she dismounted. She looked to his cock; it was hard as a rock and looking so swollen that Chloe thought it might literally explode, sending not cum but blood in every direction. She backed away fromthe bed, smiled to him, and said playfully, "Okay, you deserve to cum, I guess."

She waved her hand between her and his cock, saying, "Teď." Suddenly, he erupted, sending the most amazing stream of jizz in an arch above him, splashing the sticky substance upon himself from his forehead downward to the source. Suddenly, from every direction, the Witches swarmed the bed, licking and sucking his flesh clean of cum, almost fighting one another for just a single droplet.

Chloe turned away and left the room. Behind her, a Witch mounted the EMT and fucked him hard, driving herself to orgasm in less than a minute ... and he came again with her. Then, a second which mounted him ... came in a minute with him again! And so on and so on and so on, until each of the 12 Witches had achieved orgasm upon him and caused him to ejaculate as well.

In the meantime, Chloe had gone to her own bed chamber's ensuite, where the first Witch to orgasm -- then the second, and finally the third -- came to join her in the shower, dutifully washing the Ženský vůdce matriarchátu -- the Matriarch -- who'd brought them the man from whom each would collect a boost of Magical energy.

When they were finished with her, Chloe dressed in a flowing black negligee and went to Connor's room. He was still unconscious, but a pair of Witches seeing to him had been both using their Healing Spells and also cleaning his body with soft rags wetted with water lightly seasoned with a Health Potion. He was actually recovered enough to have awoken, but Chloe had wanted him to remain asleep until she'd returned.

Now, she laid down beside him gestured the Witches to cover them with bedding, then sent the women away. She needed to rest; it had been a long night.

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It would be sunrise when she would awaken and, with the wave of a hand as she crawled out of the bed, awaken Connor as well. When he opened his eyes and -- no longer under any spells at all -- met eyes with Chloe, she smiled to him and said casually, "About now, you're probably going to be looking for answers."

He would remember everything that had happened to him since first meeting Chloe. The only question was: how would he react.