Chapter 13 Witch Isabella
Hearing that the girl she was using as her shield was a black witch in disguise, Evan’s legs gave way. She fell unconscious to the floor. Isabella's expression darkened. Her silver eyes shone with a silver light. She hated this particular vampire. Most of the time their paths crossed, his and his friend’s, it never ended well.
“You can leave, no pressure, but hand over the girl to me,” Ezekiel's voice came out harsh and husky, laced with pure venom. However, the girl wasn't ready to let go of Evan.
“You should be ashamed! Taking a little girl—you're older than her. What could you possibly want with her?” Isabella asked. Her voice was filled with displeasure. It carried an undertone, and only someone with no fear and considerable power would dare speak to Ezekiel in this manner.
“Are you seriously asking me that? Humans and lowly creatures! They're just meant to feed—”
“They are lowly creatures, but they are the source holding vampires in existence. Tell me, Ezekiel. If I made a potion to wipe all humans from existence, what would the vampires do?” Isabella asked. Just like Ezekiel, she was dangerous and had her own principles. She wasn't a vampire, after all, and she hated those bloodsucking creatures.
“And how would you make this potion you speak of? How powerful is a potion that could wipe away humanity?” Ezekiel was curious to know where she was going. His angry red eyes dimmed down back to a lovely gray.
“Don't worry. I'm working on it. It's a secret. Hahahaha.” Isabella let out a chilling laugh that was enough to irritate Ezekiel.
Ezekiel clenched his fist tightly and gritted his teeth. There was no way in hell he would let her do that.
“I'm tired of spending time talking to you;you're just a waste. Hand me the girl and leave.”
“I refuse. You are free to leave, Ezekiel, but not with the girl.” Just as she said that, Ezekiel's fingernails elongated into sharp, piercing blades. Isabella remained unmoved. This wasn't the first time they had done this, anyway.
“I need the girl,” said Ezekiel, leaving his hand in the air, ready to lash out at her. He was a vampire; she was a witch. It was clear that he possessed more power than her, but she never let her guard down. She wasn't easily scared. Even if it was Lord Raphael himself standing here, she wouldn't hesitate to fight back.
“Bring it on, sweetheart. Let's fight,” she said happily, her face as bright as the sun. She quickly chanted a spell under her breath. This was what Ezekiel hated most about witches—they were always chanting something. If it were a normal person, apart from a witch, he could have understood it, as vampires have sharp hearing. Unfortunately, they can't hear a witch's spell.
Ezekiel was about to leap on her to devour her when Lord Raphael appeared, making the witch disappear from view together with Evan.
“Do you ever fail to interrupt me?”asked Zeke. Sometimes Lord Raphael could be so irritating. Sometimes Zeke felt like beating him up to a pulp.
“My boy, explain to me why you and that witch are fighting. What are you fighting over?” Lord Raphael asked dramatically. He was well aware that nothing could catch Zeke's attention to the point of him fighting over it. It was undeniably strange.
“Anyway, the witch left, and it's up to us now, dear. She took what you were fighting for and is gone with it. I tell you the truth, you can't find her easily.” Lord Raphael's words carried a sign of mockery. A low chuckle left his lips as he stared at Ezekiel, who glared back at him with fury. Anger stirred within, and Lord Raphael knew that he was indeed angry. But what could make this boy so angry that he wanted to fight Lord Raphael as well?
It had been a while since Zeke had gotten this angry. Lord Raphael had fully taught him how to control his short-tempered nature. Ezekiel was angry over something that wasn't reasonable enough. That meant something was fishy. Lord Raphael couldn't wait to watch the drama. He would laugh out his lungs. Looking at Ezekiel's expression was enough to make him laugh within. If he dared laugh out loud, he might get punched.
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Isabella sat on a rock as she stared into space. Her blonde hair was let down, messy and wet. Her lips were cracked and bleeding. The room was silent, and the only thing that could be heard was the crackling of the burning fire.
In one corner, Evan lay on a bed, unconscious and weak. She had been lying there for hours, and Isabella was hoping she would maybe at least wake up.
Minutes passed before Isabella heard Evan flinch. She stretched her body like a cute cat. She stood up slowly, not realizing where she was. Looking up at the ceiling, she saw it looked transparent and shiny as if it was made of crystal. She stood up, looking at the ground, which was made of green crystal stone. Her mind raced as she jumped to her feet. Her legs collided with the cold ground, sending an electrifying sensation beneath her sun-kissed skin.
“Where am I?” Her voice was barely audible. It came out creaky and low. She looked around the room and spotted a young woman sitting on a rock. Her instincts screamed at her.
This is Isabella, right?her mind recalled their last meeting. Right, Ezekiel said she was a black witch. Her heart slammed with an impact that couldn't be denied. She was a black witch? That meant she would be used for potions.
The duke said black witches could transform into many forms.That scared her a lot. He said their original form was really ugly.
“What do you want with me? What did I ever do to you? Let me go, please!” she cried out, diverting Isabella's attention to her. Tears rolled down her cheeks like volcanic lava.
“Let me go,please!” Evan cried out. At this point, there was nothing more suitable to do but cry. What was strange was the room had no window, nor did it have any door. It was just circular in shape.
Upon hearing her cries and fright, Isabella stood up, making Evan run backwards.
“I mean no harm,”the words came out of her mouth, warm and caring, as if telling the girl she wouldn't do such a thing.
“What do you mean by you mean no harm?Aren't you a witch?”
“Yes,I am, but it's not what you're thinking.”
Isabella tried making Evan understand her,keeping her voice incredibly slow.
“I am not thinking anything! Please just let me go! Don't turn into your ugly form,” muttered Evan, keeping her hands in a praying gesture, shaking her head and begging as more tears welled up.
“Ugly form?”It felt laughable.
“Yes,please don't transform into that. Or are you saying that is your real form?” asked Evan, still under the same pressure. Adrenaline was at 100% at this point.
“No,this is not my real form.” As soon as these words left Isabella's mouth, it was as if someone took a sharp blade and pierced it into Evan's chest.
“Stay away from me!!” She cried at the top of her voice.
“I am a witch, but not the type of witch you think. Not all witches are bad. If I was a bad witch, I would have killed you by now, before you even got the opportunity to wake up. If I wanted to kill you, why let you wake up and cause such drama?” the witch asked, her beautiful brow knitted in frustration. She chanted a spell under her breath. A white fog filled the room and was gone before Evan could register it.
When Evan fixed her eyes back on that spot where Isabella was, she saw a different person. She saw a girl of the same age as her. Long silver hair, long eyelashes—even her lashes were silver. Shiny silver eyes and soft pink lips.
She wore a silver gown that reached her knees,and everything on her looked elegant.
This beauty could leave every man spellbound.
“This is my real form,” she said with a warm smile. Evan’s mouth was left hanging open. She was mystified. She blinked multiple times, making sure she wasn't in a fantasy novel.
“Er?Are you sure you're a witch?” asked Evan. All the fear from earlier had vanished. When she was in disguise, she was a middle-aged woman, but now she looked like a teenager.
“Yes,”Isabella replied lazily. She saw Evan getting closer, noticing that she was no longer scared. Evan followed the trail behind Isabella.
“Who told you you're a witch? I think you don't know who you are. You're a goddess,” said Evan, making Isabella chuckle.
Isabella spun around to meet Evan's eyes;she was just one step away from her.
“I am a witch.I am not a black witch; I am a white witch. We witches are sooo nice,” she said, pinching Evan's cheeks before turning and walking forward.
“Ahh!”Evan nodded her head as if understanding it now. She was actually talking to a goddess.
“I finally got it. So what's the real reason why you brought me here?” Evan asked.
“Evan, I have information about your family.”