Witches

It wasn't that surprising given that Hayden had mentioned about this once being some witch's land earlier, but he had to check it out. Nathaniel rushed through the corridors at the end of an alley and after a while he found someone sitting on the ground casting spells and enchantments. He was about to approach her, but as soon as he stepped near the witch he felt a wave of repulsions stopping him.

Nathaniel looked down, and noticed that he had stepped at the border of the witch's circle. It was a simple circular border drawn in white powder this time, but almost anything and everything could be used to draw them. The most commonly used materials were chalk, white powder or blood.

From that distance Nathaniel couldn't make out who that witch was. Mainly because she had a giant hoodie covering most of her upper torso, and her head, including the upper portion of her face. All he could see from the border was the right side of the lower half of her face, but that's all he could figure out.

Right now, he had two options. Option one: Wait it out, whatever that witch was up to, confront her and put himself in unnecessary conflict with the witches. Not to mention, he could draw unnecessary attention, especially of a certain hunter that had been masquerading as a professor in the broad daylight.

Option two: Just let it go, perhaps record some of it in secret and the next time he encountered Hayden, he could spill the beans using it as a distraction to escape. He wasn't scared of Hayden or anything, but he did find the other cunning. If Hayden was careful enough, he might just find out the trick to kill Nathaniel, which was a complicated and cumbersome task to begin with.

Nathaniel took a second or so to consider his choices and decided to go with the second choice indeed. Perhaps, recording of an enchantment will help Nathaniel in the long run, help him figure out what she was trying to accomplish. Once she was done and the witch opened her eyes, in his vampiric speed, Nathaniel made the run for it straight to his dorm.

In his entire lifetime, he had never encountered these sets of enchantments, but perhaps because he stayed mostly across the ocean until last century, when travel was made simpler and faster due to aeroplanes. Being stuck in a ship for weeks to months, there wasn't just enough blood for him on board. Humans included. Every culture had their own incantations which had been passed down through years of practice.

Of course any witch or even a warlock (a male counterpart of a witch) could cast a spell including any incantation as long as it was done right, but to be able to do higher level spells, the kind he saw tonight, with circles and possibly runes, it had to be something the witch was very sure of, ie their own cultural incantations.

Nevertheless, Nathaniel looked at the video he took quite a few times and tried to infer some other things. Stuff like, was it a white magic, or dark magic. Even though she was alone, were there any possibilities of any other witches being nearby. Perhaps she was trying to locate them (that's what the word locator meant) unless the word locator here was used for something else entirely in this scenario.

Nathaniel was a bit clueless and wondered if he needed to put so much thought into this one incident at all. This had nothing to do with him (or at least he had hoped) and maybe it was not worth it to get roped in for as long as he was here for. Busy in his own thoughts he spotted a young man crying by himself. While he did not fancy a chat right now, he could use some blood for his system, and thus without further ado, he approached the other and decided to talk to the other man.

"Are you okay?" Nathaniel asked, trying to sound empathetic.

"Of course I am"! The strange man shrieked sarcastically. "Why wouldn't I be? The woman I love, the woman I have been with for the past decade just broke my goddamn heart, crushed it into millions of pieces. How can I not be okay? Of all people?" and then he started weeping profusely once more.

Nathaniel fought the urge to say, 'could it be because you are a crybaby?' but he rolled his eyes before he sat down next to him.

"She was the one who did you wrong, it's not fair that you suffer." Nathaniel noted.

"I know"! He screamed and cried again.

"Maybe you should talk to someone you know. A friend or perhaps a family member?" Nathaniel suggested.

"She…. was all…. I had!" The man mumbled in a deeply muffled voice.

"Would you like me to be put out of your misery?" Nathaniel suggested with a smirk.

The man stopped crying for a moment and stared at Nathaniel warily. "I am not into dudes! Don't bother me." He huffed.

"Not what I was suggesting." Nathaniel scoffed. "But, I guess I can see the confusion," he mused.

"What do you mean?" The strange man asked warily.

"I can kill you in a heartbeat." Nathaniel declared. Before the strange man could scream at the top of his lungs, Nathaniel ordered in a very deep surreal voice, "DON'T MOVE!'' As if the man was hypnotised, he went perfectly still. With a final smirk, Nathaniel dug in into his meal, draining the stranger from every last drop of blood.