The witch curled her fingers into a ball. She knew that a couple of witches had been tailing her but they were young, way too young to actually try and attack them. It was a game for these young girls, a way for them to challenge each other into doing something wild. They noticed the witch and picked up her powerful aura but couldn't figure out which type of supernatural creature she was. Some thought she was a vampire while others speculated about being a werewolf, but witch had not crossed their thoughts. She let them come closer to her and before they knew what was happening to them, she ussed her magic to confused their minds. It wasn't right for children to be so close to danger like that and she didn't want to be responsible for their deaths.
She didn't want to be the one to kill them. It always worked like that, rogue witches found her and without missing a beat, she always ended up alone, alive and standing before their dead bodies. She refused to let these young girls lose their lives because they met with the Cursed One. She didn't want to take their lives because she knew she would end up regretting it, just like she regretted the lives she took during her "void era". It just couldn't keep happening! As the teenagers, still confused, asked for directions and she gently pointed the other way, the witch felt a pang in her heart. She was old enough to become a mentor and unfortunately her knowledge was not to be shared with anyone given her nature. It saddened the witch who simply turned around to wipe some fresh tears that had pooled in her eyes. It was a painful reminder of what she had lost, a coven.... sisterhood... All that was left for her was Klaus and even him could prove to be difficult to keep around.
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