Snippet of what I am working on at the moment...

Something bad had happened in the house to have provoked her. Blood witches don’t just let their magic go, as Leslie seemed to be doing in the smallish three bedroom house. One thing you try not to do is anger a witch, their power could make a god quiver when let loose. Wild and free, and they could bend that energy to do anything they pleased with it. The house stank of old blood which any Opposite could smell just passing by. They were passed the anonymous call. They got all the nut cases being rookies, and they took them. They fixed the problem and went on to the next case. They had a good/bad reputation with solving cases quickly, even though their means were not by the books.            Colin and Patrick leaned against the black SUV as the sun started to go down. The tan prefab house in front of them shook and shivered with enough magic to make even the normal humans look around uneasy. The early spring weather seemed cold yet not as bad as the cold winter they had just had. And they both remarked on how the rain from the previous night had made everything look a little greener and healthier, avoiding what could really be happening in the house. The house seemed to groan with the pressure of the built up magic almost ready to pop.            Colin, his unruly dyed black hair falling in his sky blue eyes, looked over at Patrick. "Should we help her?" He took a step towards the house.              Patrick let the sun bath him, as he shook his head. "She might flay us alive or something."               Colin leaned against the SUV once more, light blue eyes watching the house. He did not want to be flayed alive. A bee flew up to Patrick, he shooed it away with a quick flick of his large hand, and then ran it over his military cut blondish brown hair. The door to the house swung open with a loud bang, and two short and very scared men came running out. They fell to the ground before the SUV, pleading in their own language and slobbering on each other.            Patrick watched as some of the troll dribble fell on his black steel-toed boots. It made a small hissing sound. "Calm it down boys," he said. He heaved himself away from the SUV and pulled warded handcuffs from his pocket. They were normal, except for the runes marked in the stainless steel which kept most monsters trapped.            Before he and Colin could handcuff the two crying trolls, Leslie came out of the house. Her essence rode the air, magic, both dark and light tasting like blood. Anger did not go well with a blood witch, the darkness radiated from her. The unseen magic made her short wavy brown hair seem alive, as it moved in an unfeelable wind. Her eyes were nothing but thundercloud bluish grey, no white could be seen. Her jeans and black hoody were coated in blood, and it wasn't human, both men could tell by the smell.