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The Witch is Back (Qetsiyah/Fedora/etc)

 

The sounds of chanting filled the air as she stood facing her betrayer, a hint of enjoyment flickered in her eyes at the fear and uncertainty she had witnessed on the former handmaiden’s face. It gave her a small sense of pleasure to leave her inquiries unanswered. Her head turned slightly as she felt a wind stir within these four walls…it seemed to be urging her towards the anchor and at first she resisted but its force only increased until she was swept towards her.

When she first opened her eyes there was considerable confusion as the continued chants reached her ears then slowly faded in favor of murmured words among those circled around her. Who were these people? Where had Amara gone? These questions and more threatened to come rushing forth when a sudden realization stopped them from passing her lips. She was…alive again. But why? It didn't take much to reach the conclusion they were witches.







“蚕别迟蝉颈测补丑?”






The witch rose to her feet instantly turning to face the blonde who uttered her name, a look of distrust etched on her features as she glanced from her face to the folded garments she held in her hands.








Seeing the woman's distrust she carefully placed the garments on the floor a few feet away then took several steps back so as not to provoke her. “We have need of your help.” Amelia informed while collecting her thoughts. She felt certain the events of the past had left this woman with considerable trust issues and needed to precede with caution.?







Qetsiyah regarded the woman with one eyebrow lifted already suspecting her new chance at life would be expertly used as leverage to encourage her to be helpful. “With what?” Slowly folding her arms across her chest as she fixed the woman with a level gaze.?








“We have something of a vampire problem that we are looking to rectify.” Amelia cast a glancing look around at the others of her coven before turning her focus back to the woman they had only moments before pulled back from the Other Side. “I am sure that you have witnessed the utter arrogance of the Nine and it is them that we seek to…teach a lesson.”







“Oh?” Qetsiyah was intrigued by this turn of events as she had no particular love for vampires of any kind but she'd seen enough to know the ones the blonde spoke of thought themselves to be superior beings whose laws were to govern the supernatural world when the reality was far different. It might be interesting…seeing them brought low.






“We have been working on a spell to that effect.”











(tag: Gray Cardinals - if you wish to involve them in this.)
 

Their superiors had been certain this one was Fedora's ancestor, seemed to believed it was where she'd derived her abilities from in part, so the red head found herself scanning the newly returned's face for a resemblance. It helped take her mind off the picture and the upset, if such could be termed in such a small word, it had caused her.
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"There is another link provided to you. A being like you given new life, but from which you can draw power and strength if you need it. It is part, the most important part, of how your return was arranged. So long as she lives, you do."
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Fedora smiled.
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"And this will all go more smoothly without some vampiric powers in play who may not appreciate either of you as much."
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She gave a slightly amused small smile, and shrugged eloquently.
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"Welcome back,Qetsyah. I am Fedora. Some who would know call me your descendant. Much time has passed, and you have much to learn."
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
 

Qetsiyah was slowly giving each one present a once over finding their garments strange but no stranger than finding herself able to interact with the world again after all this time. Her first inclination was to ask whether the fate of her former lover remained unchanged or if someone found his tomb and gave him a new lease on life (one he hardly deserved).?

It angered her a little that she still considered Silas to be her ‘true love’ even after what he'd done. But her present circumstances provided a welcome distraction as she had no love for the Nine and would enjoy bringing them down. But if they were manipulating her….these witches would suffer a much worse fate. “And who might this link be?” She had her suspicions.

Talk of these…’vampiric powers’ left her with a bad taste in her mouth as she'd learned enough about them from those who found themselves trapped on the ‘Other Side’ with her. “As I understand it the…Nine as they call themselves are a rather arrogant group who believes their word is law.” She looked briefly to the blonde who nodded in silent confirmation of that fact.

Her focus returned to the woman who introduced herself as Fedora, one eyebrow rose at the use of the word ‘descendant’. She supposed it was possible the woman could be. Her family had continued in spite of her never having children of her own. Perhaps she would have had it not been for Silas’ betrayal and The Travelers killing her. “What is it that I am to learn?”
 

"So nice it is to meet a very distant cousin,"Fedora spoke, her soft voice lightly accented with? German...or was it Russian.
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"I belong to an order of...well some could call us monsters, but those would only be small minded cruel people who are afraid of their own shadow," she said, voice full of contempt.
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"But the nine have spawned a creature they call Vlad Dracula. This one has been given far too much power and far too many abilities. This is getting in our way...well because he isn't one of ours."
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Were? he one of theirs, well that would be an entirely different matter for his power could be used toward their own goals, freeing? Dis and raising them all to? God status. But as it wasn't, he needed to go before things got messy.
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"In truth it isn't all about? him. He and the nine are just? the first pins who need to be knocked down before the fun can begin," Fedora said with a smile.
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"There are so many things to show you in this new world. So many delights and wonders over which to marvel and in which to revel. I would be glad to? teach you the ropes," she invited. "These days it is hard to find people that one can trust. As we say...some things never change, ay?"??
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Of course though the witch's story had become a legend, it was one which Fedora knew well, so she would know more? than most how far misplaced trust got one.
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I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
 

Qetsiyah kept a close watch of all present as she listened to the one who claimed to be family. Her mind going back to the story that’d been passed down and how she came across as the vindictive witch who stood in the way of Silas’s happiness. Wasn’t it always the way? If a woman chose to seek revenge when she’d been wronged the man was always cast as the innocent victim.

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These thoughts led to the slightest flick of her left wrist that resulted in the shattering of a glass. It was only a small indication of the anger bubbling just beneath the surface. She couldn’t say precisely why talk of being portrayed as a monster had triggered such a reaction or the train of thought that preceded it. Perhaps it was her own story.

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“Only he’s not really him, is he?” She’d managed to glean a little information through her observation of the doppelg?ngers. Though she couldn’t care less about the woman herself she did feel inclined to throw a kink in whatever game the Travelers were playing at.

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“I think you would be hard pressed to find a witch who doesn’t want the thorn that is the existence of the Nine removed.” She knew there were countless of them on the Other Side that would rejoice at seeing that happen. Her head tilted somewhat as both marvels and a lack of trustworthy people were brought up.?

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“So, with this...coven of witches at your disposal why resurrect me?”?

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Fedora gave her ancestor an encouraging smile and slight nod when the glass shattered. She did appreciate displays of power, and so tasteful as well.
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"I would have done worse if someone had tried to take the man I love," she said softly, knowing the history and making an educated guess due to the expression in the ancient's eyes.
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"Were he to love another I would do worse to him as well but he is a good and loyal man," she added, not wanting anything to harm Dance. His beloved face swam before her eyes briefly momentarily replaced by different blue eyes and longer black hair. Lighter blue and longer black and a longer more delicate face...So confusing. But it was still her Dance. Wanting to shake her head to clear it she restrained herself and instead put her mind firmly on the rest of what was being said.
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"Why resurrect you? Because you are powerful and old and have knowledge that many could only dream of and few can appreciate. Witches...modern witches are as nothing compared to you!"
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Fedora meant every word and spoke fervently, Russian accent usually light but thicker with her eagerness.
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"We could combine forces and with the nine out of the way we could command so much...Our organization and you!"
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She ignored the rest of the witches as she spoke, as now unless they decided they wished to be useful they were as nothing to her.
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed.
I get along with the voices inside of my head.
 

Qetsiyah was eager to get started when she’d been approached about a plan to rid the world of ‘The Nine’ whose arrogance she’d always found terribly annoying. They’d been among those she’d spent centuries watching during her time spent trapped on The Other Side while she waited for her ex fiancé to finally take the cure and ultimately choose death. While the use of Malivore had already been decided on before she’d been including in the process of carrying out their carefully laid plans she had been the one to add a little safety measure that prevented their memories from being altered as there was still work to be done.?

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With ‘The Nine’ having been dealt with the coven began scattering in order to round up the rest of their bloodlines to be cast into Malivore as well. Its leader had asked whether she wished to accompany them to see the plan through to its completion but she’d declined. It seemed the perfect opportunity for catching up with the woman called herself a descendant of hers. She had her doubts about these claims and almost suspected her of seeking to discover the location of the tomb where Silas lay desiccating.?

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She moved through the large home briefly curious about the one they called Sariel who seemed to have a vested interest in the downfall of the one known as Vlad. It was curious that a vampire should seek to help witches against his own kind though he had appeared to be of a separate bloodline from theirs.

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(tag: Fedora, open)




(OOC: not sure how much of a time jump was involved but if something comes to mind feel free to run with it)
 

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Fedora's expression wore an expression of distaste as she allowed the vampire to drink from her wrist.? She'd worked a spell to allow Dance and Keres to share in her memories, Keres because she was one of the tops in charge, and Dance because he was her husband and though not Keres, still rather high ranking. Work could be ruined if either was not fully in the loop as it were. And the vampire was useful if annoying. He was a big part of the reason this was happening, and yes it helped them, but keeping him aware was less stressful than continuing to coddle him like a child were he lacking in his memories.
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She did not at all enjoy the feeling of him draining away at her life force like a leach, though, and raised her free hand up to push at his wide block like chest.
He had none of the elegance of her Dance.
"Get off," she drawled and he released her wrist, stepping back.
The glimpse of her blood on his lips made her stomach???h queasy.
Her hazel?eyes narrowed as she regarded him.
"You'd better make use of this, not just for yourself, but for us as you have promised.? We shall be great again...the old gods shall rise and we shall be as great as they once ever were with their blessing and their gratitude!"
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He nodded nearly dismissively which she found annoying.
"More power is always the way to survival. I know this as much as anyone, so you have no need to remind me. The one god I once worshipped turned his back on me long ago, leaving me to find my way. If older ones wish to welcome me, I am willing."
She smiled in satisfaction.
"Good.? Don't forget to keep in touch, or there will be problems. Don't disappear."
"I have a vested interest here," he assured without changing expression.
"In fact, I should go have a look into that now."
And he shimmered into mist before she could speak again.
Shrugging, she turned away, only to catch sight of the witch, to whom she gave a cordial smile.
"Oh...Hello."
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Monsters stuck in your head
(We are, we are, we are)
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