wicca

Sandra watched from her shack's sole window as the form of the vampire disappeared into the woods. There was no need to put up her defenses; she was not afraid of them. Only against warlocks and fellow witches does she put her guard up.

For she had been bitten once before, and for reasons she still does not understand, she did not change.

Long she had asked why didn't she change. All her books gave no answer, all her years of experience in witchcraft gave no clue. A visit to her master, though, from whom she learnt the Craft, revealed the most likely reason.

"You have, by far, the most tempestuous will of all those that I have taught," her master had said. "Your will changes faster than the flapping of the hummingbird's wings sometimes, and I once feared that you may not be able to control your power because of that. That is why you were not affected by the curse in any way, for only those who are considered strong-willed are usually the first to fall."

Yet still she wondered over the seeming contradiction. She had always watched the vampires of the Manor from afar, and knew all that had happened. She was quite fascinated with the pure-blood as well; and had come to admire him more because of the sense of honor he still held even as a vampire.

Pushing aside all thoughts, she put out the cauldron flames and got her scrying shard from her shelf. Going outside, she stopped at the edge of the woods, and bent down to trace a pentagram on the soil.

And standing in the center of the star, she chanted:

Invoking the Light
Shinest upon thee now!
None shall harm thee,
For I am the Defender
And I am your Shield!

She felt her power slowly drain into the earth, and wished for his safety. The world is hostile to their kind, and greatly she feared for his safety.

With one swift swipe, she cut her palm with the scyring shard and let the blood drip at each point of the pentagram.

Through my blood
Let this spell be bound
To the Rules and Oaths of the Goddess!

She closed her eyes, and let her power empty to the earth. Wherever he may be now, the Goddess will protect him, by the oath bound by the blood of a witch.

That was the only thing that she could give him now, aside from her answer.