Of the Night IC

Morlach watched Valdus leave. "Well I suppose that I shall be going as well, since there is nothing of interest here." He puffed some smoke from his nose again. He turned and went the edge of the cave, spreading his wings. He leapt into the air and with a mighty swishing noise, he took off.

He cruised in the air until he spotted a large two story log cabin in the middle of nowhere. "What's this? Perhaps they have something valuable...." he spoke to no one in particular. He swooped down, landing on the roof.

Midnight had already heard Morlach landing on the roof. The black cat jumped off its chair and ran up the stairs into Asyla's room. It jumped onto the bed, pawing at it's owner's nose. She woke up, her blue eyes like that of a raven. She sat up, holding the covers over her. "What is it?" She asked the cat. The cat belonged to a witch. It was increasingly intelligent. The only thing that seemed to be missing was the ability of speech. He pointed his nose to the roof. Asyla's eyes narrowed. "I smell someone..." she grumbled angrily. She got up and quickly slipped her clothes back on and grabbed a black broom leaning against a wall. She seemed to snarl. She did not like strangers. Her black cloak was long and menacing and seemed to blend with the night. She opened the window to her bedroom, climbed onto get broomstick and flew out.

She circled around the roof of her house, finding Morlach at last. "Oi! You! This isn't your property! Who are you and why are you here?" She shouted. Her nails began to ignite with purple light.

Morlach saw this woman circling him on the broom. "So you are the one who inhabits this house." he said. Smoke curled from his nostrils, and his orange eyes glared at Asyla. "So why the confidence? You aren't a werewolf, your smell says that much. And vampires don't need brooms."
He leapt into the air, hovering above the level of her path, and the air began to smell of ash.

"Seriously?" Aslya raged. Her claws lit up a she began firing electric sparks at Morlach. She swung forward and hit him with her broom to throw him out of the skies if she could. Her rage was boiling. The end of her broom began to ignite and let off sparks in their that would shock Morlach terribly if he touched them.

"Get out of here if you know what's good for you! A bit of fire and wings won't scare me!" She shouted after him.

Some of the sparks hit Morlach, causing him pain as he dodged some of the others. This angered him, and so as Asyla hit him with her broom and exposed herself, he opened his mouth and let loose an inferno of flames that rivaled the temperature of lava in her direction. "If you know what is good for you, you'll start being scared of fire and wings witch!" he thundered back at her.

Vesta laughed softly, leaning back slightly. Of course there were things about herself she wanted to change, but she tended to keep them far away from her family and friends. If there were things she wanted to fix about herself, she would have to do it herself. She didn't want a potion being the reason why she was content with her body. Not that Vesta didn't trust Grinda's potion making skills but potions made with frog legs and eye of newt weren't as appealing as a potion made with spring water and mushrooms. "Oh come on Grinny, I'm not that boring." She leaned forward, as if trying to make her point stronger. "I'm just stubborn!" Vesta frowned slightly, giving in a bit. "But I suppose if I ever need a potion, I'll come to you first. As long as you aren't charging!" She glanced around the room, clicking her tongue. "I think getting you a man would do you good! Maybe it'll encourage you to clean your house!"

Asyla held out her hand, concentrating as the fire was blown to her sides and away by some unseen shield. She made a dark face, almost wickedly amused. "Fire? Fire is one thing I don't fear, unlike most witches. I've had a lot of experience with it, and wings? Those fluttery things that simply move up and down? Unlike you I don't need petty wings to gain flight. My own power gifts me with it" she snarled. Then a ray of electric, strands of blue flew from her fingertips.

The lightning flashed toward Morlach as he flew upward attempting to escape. He roared in pain and dived towards Asyla, clawed feet outstretched in an attempt to grab her. His claws would have the effect of a magical blade, not to mention being very sharp. "Wings or not, fear of fire or not. You should learn your place witch!"

"Already have!" Asyla's growled as she quickly dodged the claws. She hurled many large rocks from the forest around at him, almost as fast as bullets. Her cold blue gaze fell on Morlah like an ice storm. "Maybe you should learn yours and get off my property before I really hurt you!" She shouted loudly. Her broom flashed in the night almost invisible as its ebony color was like the sky. Her hair was like a night cloud and flashed around like death. She wouldn't give it up without a fight.

"Just remember you have more to lose than I do" Morlach said, dropping out of the way of the stones.
With that, he flew around the walls of her house, igniting it with his fire breath. He then strafed across the roof and ignited it as well.
Following this, he flew up high into the air towards the sun and away.

Before Morlach vanished from view, Asyla took a mental photograph of him. Her revenge was a very powerful one and would not give in easily. Then she turned to her house, making gestures with er hands at the creeks and ponds in the forest around. Water sprang up and began to spray the bhrnin wood, the smell of smoke filled her nose. The house was safe. For now. She'd find Morlach and kill him. Just like all the monsters Asyla's sworn to track down. She gave an angry growl and swung her broom around in the air. Forested materials slithered from the woods. Some vines, thorns, weeds, branches. Others were snakes, bugs, and the bones of dead things. There were five of them. Her eyes lit up as though transferring the image to them. "Find that rat and make sure he's dead. He'll no doubt burn your forest coating away, but your necrotic inside should hold you strong. Now go and serve me well! Go with my curses an cast my spells!" She shouted. The seemed to have her intelligence and leap away into the forest.

Alastair's first reaction was to fling the heavy marble coffin lid across the room at the vampire as John readied his sword. John quickly jumped out of the way of the flying bits of marble and rolled to the center of the room, his cape swishing behind him and his sword glittering in the torchlight. He lowered the visor of his helmet and with the hand the shield was strapped to grabbed his pistol.

"Avast ye, bastard!" John cried out "Advance if you dare!" Alastair ran to John's side, rising to full height with his black claws extended. He snarled loudly, ready to make another kill. Hiding in the ceiling was a clever trick. It kept Alastair from finding the vampire's putrid scent.