It was dark out and the moon was shining just right through the trees of Stephen’s Woods as Shane kept himself perched on a middle tier branch of one of the tallest Oaks he could find. It was nice-in an almost feng-sui manner-something the warlock couldn’t quite explain. Being at one with the elements in one of the most supernatural derived towns in the United States made him feel at peace as if he were one with his magic again instead of fighting against it to keep it under a strong control.
Keeping his eyes closed and his magic in a pure focus around him, taking the energy from within, he heard a rustle among the leaves. It was a signal, a warning rather, of something approaching at a rapid pace and whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
Opening his blue eyes into the darkness, Shane’s magic turned back to coat him like an armor when he saw a strange man appear from the ghost-like speed he had been running, turning to see behind him as if hearing something the warlock could not (which wasn’t a surprise) and he jumped, a rushing sound following soon after.
Blue eyes widening in more devious curiosity, Shane clasped his hands together as he watched a woman appear before the vampire, a certain fire burning in her eyes.