The councilmen passed through the Shire and the river that came after it, heading to another village which was rather quiet and deserted. Some birds that had perched themselves on the trees around chirped happily but apart from that, there was no one else but Damien and Kreme who walked into the village.
"Sir, I don't think there's anyone in here," Kreme who had been working beside Damien had come to learn a few things during his duration in the council, "It's like…"
"Like no one lives here," answered Damien. The pureblooded vampire's eyes scanned the area they were in, "We need to find the odd house out of these lots."
"Yes, Sir!" Kreme responded back in a whisper. If the black witch they had come here looking for was somewhere here, they didn't want to alert her where she would go sprinting away.
They started to look around all the houses which looked normal from the outside as it was neat and clean but the same could not be told when it came inside the houses. It was like something had happened or people had just not bothered to clean things around.
"It must be more than three weeks since people have lived here," Kreme heard Damien as the man ran his long fingers across a surface and to feel the dust between his two fingers. They checked through the other houses and one could only tell that the humans must have either fled or they had disappeared in thin air without a trace as there was no spillage of blood.
As they continued to walk, suddenly both Kreme and Damien started to sleepy as they walked searching for the odd house until both of them fell unconscious which after a few hours that was now Kreme looked at his bound hands and legs.
He looked at Damien who was sitting quietly in ease and Kreme didn't have a clue on how this pureblooded vampire was not freaking out like him because right now all Kreme could think was that soon he would be turning to the next meal of the black witch.
Today was definitely not a good day!
And while Kreme was scared and utterly worried, Damien was least bothered. It has been a few minutes since he had woken up after falling unconscious. Whatever they had smelled it had affected both him and the councilman to faint in the middle of the village.
The woman they had met in the black market had given the address of this witch and there was a possibility that this was the same woman who was creating potions which he was looking for. The black witch was busy eating the animal, stuffing her face with it and he looked down at his hands and legs that was tightly bound by rope.
With the heat that was wafting in the room and the immense golden light which spread out on the walls and objects of the room, Damien noticed a big fireplace that was burning brightly right now.He turned to his side to see Kreme who looked worried and about to faint again. He smirked at the human's plight.
"You are awake," came the black witch's voice, she wiped the blood from her mouth and she stood up from her seat, "A human and a pureblooded vampire. It has been so long since I last had one of you," hearing this, Kreme looked horrified, "By the smell of it, I can tell you came to kill me. Councilmen," she said the word councilmen in disgust.
"We came here for a little chat," said Damien that had the woman smirking at him.
"If you came here for a chat, you wouldn't be carrying so many weapons with you," the woman picked up the gun that she had taken away from both the men to place it on the table.
"That is for safety," Kreme said to have the black witch sneer at them. The woman didn't bother to hide her true self since they had found themselves tied in here.
When both Damien and Kreme tried to move, they finally realized that this was the witch who was creating the potions to paralyze the body. Though they could speak, the rest of their body didn't budge at all.
"What happened?" the black witch questioned as if she didn't know what was going on before she threw her head back to laugh, "Try all you can but you won't be able to move an inch until the potion I have given you dies down from your body. But you don't have to worry about that, I will inject it into you again. I am sure you will enjoy your short stay here."
"Potions shouldn't work on pureblooded vampires," Damien frowned that had the woman laughing again.
"It doesn't but this is specially made for you vampires of different kinds and humans. It works on witches too," the black witch enlightened him, walking around to room she was doing something in the corner of the room and Damien tried to indulge her back into the conversation.
"What happened to the villagers who used to live here?"
"They fled for their lives. Just left like that," said the black witch but Damien could tell that the woman was lying to him. Black witches were often dumb but there were a few of them who were smart enough to create potions that were not needed.The black witch then went to sit in front of the fireplace, doing something there before she came towards them holding a burning butcher knife.
"What happened to last wishes?" Damien asked that made the woman stare him, her head tilting, "What use do you have by killing us, and why are you creating the potions?"
The woman turned the knife by the wooden handle and said, "Who said I am killing you, I am only going to modify you. It is so that I can operate on you both," the woman came closer to them and both the men were stuck by not being able to move their bodies.
The woman had told it was made specifically but then there were rules on the potions that could be bent, thought Damien to himself when the woman raised her hand with the butcher's knife.