Belle Adams' Butler 147 Bunny and the Grim- Part 3

Barron hearing this couldn't stop the smile and stepped forward and back into the circle where the black witches stood. The rabbit walked towards the witcher as if looking lost until deciding to drop dead next to the person but the witcher was no idiot to notice that this wasn't a living rabbit but it was a stuffed rabbit doll that could be made use of as a voodoo doll. 

The witcher picked up the stuffed rabbit, "Where did you come from?" asked the witcher, picking up the rabbit in his hand he took a closer look at the toy. The witcher carried it along with him to where the other fellow witcher stood. 

"What did you pick there? A girl's doll?" asked the witch, "It looks dirty and thrown. Throw it away."

"What? Why?" asked the witcher intrigued with the toy. Its hands were long and lean. A rabbit that had lost an eye to be buttoned up in a different place and the body structure long with flappy long ears.

"What are you, a girl to pick a rabbit from here?" the witch looked at the witcher, her scaly face and eyes that were snake-like looking down at the rabbit that looked ragged and old. Barron continued to play dead with no movement and the witches never had an inkling of what had possessed the stuffed toy. 

"Come on it looks cute," responded back the switcher to receive an eye roll from the witch. 

With their work of setting up the marking done in the village, the witches started to leave the village, taking Barron along with them and Lucas followed them with a good distance. 

"Do you think Master Hendrick's man will be able to give out absolute immortality with powers?" asked the witcher, swaying his hand front and back as he walked that was carrying the toy. 

The witch used her hand to smack the witcher's head, "How many times do I have to tell you to not use names when we are outside! You fucking moron."

"What a fucking moron," Barron added in a sing-song voice who was hanging back and forth thanks to the witcher. 

"But Ophelia, there's no one around us," and this received another hit from the witch who slowly transformed herself from the hideous-looking creatures who were the black witches to a beautiful woman. 

"What word of not using names do you not get you bucket head of tweez!" the woman slapped him right across his face and shook her wrist as though it had her hurt hand when in truth it didn't and she was only practising how to appear more human that wouldn't cause any doubt. 

"What did I do, ugh!" he fell down on the ground when the woman brought her hands up to electrocute him with spells. 

"Fucking dumbass. Haven't you heard that even the wind carries messages to the enemies? If the man hears you speaking his name, he will personally pull out your long tongue and burn it with a hot iron by sticking it through," the witch named Ophelia had slate grey eyes and blonde hair that were left open to cascade down her back with the wind lightly pushing it behind her, "Now, shut your mouth else I will dig you somewhere here myself."

The male witch closed his mouth and then continued to walk behind the woman even though he looked older than her. He himself started to transform himself into a young man, going away from the village after what they had been asked to do. 

Both Barron and Lucas who followed the witches were interested in what the witcher had brought up.

"We don't know if the scientist's work is going to work but that's what's been asked. He's the one controlling the witches work here, trying to control on behalf of the mistress. The easiest source of energy doesn't come through the sun or the moon. It comes from the dead, by killing the humans and the other creatures. This being one of the closest villages with just humans, it will be easy to draw power when they start to work."

A massacre to create immortality? asked Lucas to himself. The creatures of the living always wanted to live longer and stronger but even a pureblooded vampire died one day. Death was inevitable. 

Even if the witches would go ahead in helping out on this particular village to be sacrificed, death would not fall upon the families who lived there because he had broken the mark before it could complete. 

 "We have everything we need. The humans for sacrifice, the spells and the master's servant. Though I don't understand what's the point of having it when we will be turning to supreme creatures once the black magic will unbind and come to us."

"I cannot wait for that day!" the witcher spoke in an excited voice. 

"Soon. The days are coming soon and the black witches will rule these lands that rightfully belong to us."

When the witcher looked back at the rabbit, he brought it forward to run his hand down the rabbit's ears and suddenly when he pulled the ear of the rabbit, Barron bit into his skin that had the teeth of a reaper. 

"Ow!" yelped the witcher in pain. 

Both the black witches stared at the rabbit how wiggled out and stood in front of them, "What did you do?" asked the woman in the question of how a stuffed rabbit that had been quiet and dead had suddenly breathed itself to life. 

"I didn't do anything!" answered the man, "I went to pull the ear and it bit me," said the witcher looking down at his arm that had a bite mark. Black blood oozed out of his arm. He pulled out the knife from his back quickly, aiming it towards the rabbit that was looking at them while standing with its hind legs in front of them. 

"You were supposed to play dead a little longer," Lucas clicked his tongue, walking forward with his mortal form to look at the black witches.

Chapter end