*Fernandez*To get to the isolated, antique mansion that’s perched on a small hill, I proceed down the unpaved, dusty road. I hasten my pace as I near the gate of the house.When I reach the iron bars of the gate, I take out my phone and dial a number. After dialing, I look up again and see a shining light coming from the roof of the house. I am sure it’s one of the guards watching me using some binoculars.Ouma’s house is heavily guarded, which is common for the property of an elder. As much as we are hunters, oftentimes we made enemies and became the hunted. Fighting evil comes with its set of dangers. Monsters that survived are always seeking revenge. The more we tried to kill them, the more they tried to do the same with us. We are a threat to their existence.I hear a ringing on the other end of the line; once, twice, before a female voice picks up.“It’s me. I’m at the gate,” I announce. The phone line cuts and immediately the monstrous wrought-iron gate squeaks and swings ope

*Kyle*My people have reported that the Lombard farm is quiet. There isn’t any sign of danger, thus now I am second guessing what the teller told me. If the witch is in trouble, there should be signs pointing to that fact. Now I have to convince her danger is brewing without any tangible threat lurking. What a nuisance….Pressing my foot on the accelerator of my Pagani Huayra BC, the car jerks forward. I practice the speech I’m going to say to the witch; as I do, I wonder what she looks like. For a witch, twenty-one years of age is quite young. I can’t imagine having a meaningful conversation with an adolescent about how her life's in danger and how I can save her.Save her from who or what? I pray Mathias has assembled a group to attack the Lombard farm as planned. The attack will be fake, but should be enough to drive the point of danger across. I come to the rescue, sweep her off her feet, and boom. The girl is mine.As I direct my focus back to driving, I notice the road leading t

*Thelma*Kyle grips the steering wheel of his car tightly as we drive further away from my home. I gaze out of the window into the dark. The darkness seems to reflect my feelings as we move further and further away from my comfort zone into the unknown. Tears burn the back of my eyes but I try to blink them away. The serious look on Kyle’s face tells me he isn’t one to sympathize with mopey women; he made that abundantly clear during my farewell with Roy and Ma. Although I can feel the heat radiating from the man sitting beside me, I feel so alone. I have no idea where we are going, and my emotions have caused my throat to clamp up; I couldn’t speak if I tried.We left the other man and Rhea behind. I’m not sure if they will follow us, but for now, I don’t see any other car. It’s only Kyle and me. Alone. Ma had placed her palm on the window as the car drove away, fat tears streaming down her face. The memory of Ma crying silently while Roy tried to look strong from the door breaks

*Thelma*The car drives down a dimly lit curved driveway. Artificial lights shine on the battered roof of what looks like a renovated nineteenth-century mansion. My breath catches at the sheer size and magnificence of the residence.As the car slows down and eventually comes to a stop, I marvel at the beautiful green ivy crawling across the stone facade of the mansion. Sterling silver buttresses line a wide porch where Rhia stands with the other man from earlier, and a young girl who looks almost my age. Chic surface designs hint at wealth. The well-manicured garden around the manor looks very well-kempt.“Show Thelma to her room,” Kyle barks as he throws the car keys at a young man that comes running toward us.The young girl steps forward with a wide smile on her elegant youthful face.“Hi. Where are your bags?” the girl asks in an overly cheery voice.I point at my small satchel. She seems perplexed at my lack of actual luggage. Kyle hadn’t given me enough time to pack much of anyt

*Kyle*I slowly walk down the hallway toward my room; knowing Thelma is already waiting for me there, I wonder what to expect. The last time I saw her naked, I had been tempted to skip the foreplay and just take her. The way I am so sexually attracted to the witch is perplexing. I had planned to take her in every way possible, but I backed out right at the end. I am not a virgin; I have had my fill of women, but never one was a virgin themselves. She even told me she had never been with a man; I had broken her mouth virginity when I kissed her. That’s a lot of pressure…for the both of us.How is a man supposed to take a woman’s virginity? I had been told the first experience is always painful for the woman…how, then, do I restrain all this pent-up passion I have toward Thelma?I am nervous as fuck…I chuckle. The almighty Kwaad is anxious about having sex with a woman. I walk into my room, conflicting emotions overtaking me. It is dark, except for the moonlight and a few candles lit