Late Snippet Sunday
Blood Witch will be released this Tuesday!! I am here with the first part of Chapter 1 for snippet Sunday. Hope you enjoy and remember there is a giveaway still in process for a e-copy of Blood Witch.
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Chapter snippet under cut :o) Enjoy!! Something bad had to have happened in the house to have provoked her. Blood witches didn’t just let their magic go. This was exactly Leslie seemed to have done in the small 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, they could bend energy to do anything they pleased with it. The house stank of old blood, a stench which any Opposite could smell just passing by. They were passed the anonymous call at the station. They got all the nut jobs being rookies, they took them, and 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.Collin and Patrick leaned against the black SUV as the sun started to set. The tan prefab house in front of them shook and shivered with enough magic to make even the normal humans look around uneasily. The early spring weather seemed cold, yet not as bad as the cold winter they had just had. They both remarked on how the rain from the previous night had made everything look a little greener and healthier, avoiding mentioning what could be happening in the house. The house seemed to groan with the pressure of the built-up magic; it seemed ready to pop like a balloon.Collin, 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 bathe him as he shook his head. "She'll probably flay us alive or something." Collin leaned against the SUV once more, light blue eyes watching the house. He did not want to be flayed alive. With a quick flick of his large hand, Patrick shooed a bee away. 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 to keep monsters trapped. The steel rendered most of the fairy folk almost powerless.Before he and Collin could handcuff the two crying trolls, Leslie came out of the house. Her essence rode the air, magic, both dark and light, that tasted of blood. Anger did not go well with a blood witch, the darkness radiated from her. The unseen magic made her brown hair seem alive, as it moved in an independent wind. Her eyes were nothing but thundercloud grey, no white could be seen. Her jeans and hoodie were coated in blood, the black fabric darkened and dripping. It wasn't human, both men could tell by smell."I need a shower," she said as she glared down at the small trolls.To her, they were just trolls. They had odd shaped heads with a few strands of coarse dirt brown hair. Two small beady brown eyes sat on top of a long twisted nose. They had no lips, so their mouths looked like slits just drawn on at the last minute. However, to humans and Opposites, they looked like midgets depending on their own glamour."I bet that shit is burning," Collin said.She nodded. "I've had some troll blood on me, but not drenched like this." She looked down at herself. "Can you two slap the handcuffs on them so we can get a move on? I really need a shower." They did as she said and shoved them in the back. "You gonna ride in the back with them?" Collin asked her. The trolls started hissing and making a fuss at the thought of it. She glared at them again, and her magic started to peek once more. "Not wise," Patrick said. "Get in the back, Collin."As he drove them to the station, he sniffed and made a face. "So where did all the troll blood come from?" "Booby trap," she said. "They either killed some of the others or they've been saving up. By how fresh the blood is I'm thinking they killed some of the others." "Taboo," Collin said. "You two are going to get eaten alive." "Literally," Patrick muttered. Leslie rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. Steam rose from her as the acidic like blue blood started to dry. They pulled into the station after a ten minute drive and used a side door to drag the trolls inside. All the other Supervisors stared at Leslie as she made her way to her office with steam rising from her hair and clothes. She could feel the welts the blood had caused raising on her sensitive skin. Troll blood stunk worse as it dried, and it made her nauseous since she had a sense of smell better than any blood witch recorded. She slammed the door shut and went into the bathroom. The men could share showers, but since she was the only woman Supervisor working in the Merced County area she was privileged with her own shower attached to her office. She peeled her sticky cloths off as she started the water. Naked, she stepped in the steaming hot spray. It burned her skin where the blood had been, but the pain went away, and the heat felt good as she scrubbed the gunk from her hair and body. When she was sure she had gotten all the blood off, she stepped out of the shower, drying off with a towel. She dressed in her usual jeans and black t-shirt- usually either a band t-shirt or one with a goofy saying, this one's was about sanity. She didn’t think of herself as ugly or hot. She had all the curves where it counted; she was neither prude nor slut. She wore clothes that were both comfortable and easy to work in, plus clothes that made her blend in. She brushed out the brown hair and added some conditioner, which would have to work for now. She looked down at her shoes. Ruined. Making a face, she pushed the bathroom door open and nearly jumped back inside seeing Fred sitting at her desk. "Don't do that!" she shouted, calming her racing heart. "Damn it." He held out some salve. She had yet to master the herbalism some blood witches innately knew. She had been a late bloomer, and her specialties were more with knowing myth and folklore other than herbalism. Although she came into power late, Fred thought her the most powerful of the three other blood witches in California including himself. There were only four blood witches in the state as far as the Supervisors knew, and the Supervisors knew everything. She and Fred worked as Supervisors. Richard, Leslie’s evil bastard ex boyfriend, worked for the King Wolf in the county. The fourth blood witch Carlotta, had accepted the darkness a long time ago. She had to have been pushing ninety years, and even though she looked it, she didn’t act old. She acted as if she was still in her thirties, especially by the horror stories her lovers had released before they died in some mysterious horrible way. The Supervisors were always monitoring the other two, but so far, they did all their badness hidden from view. The Supervisors themselves are police who keep an eye on the Opposites. There is the normal human world, and then there is the Opposite Side, the creatures of myth and legend that live amongst the humans. The first Supervisors stated that the Opposites had to keep the two worlds separate, because humans scared easy, and so they formed a treaty years ago. It was true: when Leslie discovered what she was after staking a rogue vampire on the day she came into power, she had been pretty freaked out. Who wouldn’t freak, to suddenly know that the things they had read about and watched in movies were real? There were creatures that really did go bump in the night, creatures who had a hunger for real blood. That had been three years ago. Now she helped supervise the world she had once known from the creatures. Protect the innocent: that was their job. Secretly, Leslie wished that the burden had not been shoved upon her, but then again, she had always known she was different. She had a sort of power that clung to her, that made others uneasy when they looked into her grey eyes. Human, yet not so. She sat down as Fred started to rub some of the salve, which had a pungent smell of rosemary, on her face. "I don't know what the three of you are going to do when I leave on vacation," he said, finishing up. The salve was only to stop the itching. Her skin, as sensitive as it was, healed quicker than most humans, and faster than a blood witch's should as well. Fred always seemed a bit jealous about it, but to her it just seemed normal. As a child she had healed unnaturally, spooking even her mom. "We’ll be fine," she said, wincing. He looked at her with his own grey eyes. All blood witches had grey eyes that changed with their mood, so most of the other Supervisors didn't want Fred or Leslie to wear sunglasses. Just in case. "I don't believe you." "So I went a little wild today," she said looking at the salve on her hands. "But they drenched me in blood, TROLL blood. You would have gone a little bit wild today too." He shook his head trying not to smile. "You three are the youngest Supervisors, and to leave you guys unsupervised is not a good idea. You guys get the job done, but you push it. Even you, Leslie. I thought you would be the head of the group, but you use your magic a little too much. It makes the others uneasy. None of the veteran officers want the responsibility of watching over you guys when I leave." "And why shouldn’t I use my power? I was born with it, so I might as well use it to help others right?" “Like I said, you are making some of the other Supervisors uneasy. You know there’s a line, and once you cross it there is no coming back, Leslie. I don’t want to see you lose yourself to that darkness. And I certainly don’t want to be the man who has to get the death order.” Fred was a nice guy, one of the nicest in the squad, but he would follow the rules if he had too. “Just be careful.” His eyes went to the door, as Collin and Patrick came into view. “He is lecturing you again, I take it?” Collin said, arms crossed over his chest. He looked behind him, but Patrick didn't seem to move or say something. Werebears were cool like that. Actually, he just didn't like Fred, so he tried to stay out of the old man’s way as much as possible. "What do you two eavesdroppers want?" Fred asked. "We bring in the bad people, and keep people safe. Our cases get closed faster than most of the veterans. We’ll be safe, and try not to step on toes. Is that all you wanted to hear us say?" Patrick spoke up. "We have business" Fred scratched his balding grey head. "What are you three getting yourselves into now?" He stood up, Fred, like the other three blood witches stood short. They stood five foot to five-five. Leslie, again being different, stood five-ten. She was sure there was something in her blood that might have been more than blood witch, something which would account for some of the differences.Leslie looked at the time. "Damn, nothing. It's the Bear council tonight. Remember? The tensions between them and the wolves are getting crazy and Nathan called a meeting. He asked for us personally."
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Chapter snippet under cut :o) Enjoy!! Something bad had to have happened in the house to have provoked her. Blood witches didn’t just let their magic go. This was exactly Leslie seemed to have done in the small 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, they could bend energy to do anything they pleased with it. The house stank of old blood, a stench which any Opposite could smell just passing by. They were passed the anonymous call at the station. They got all the nut jobs being rookies, they took them, and 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.Collin and Patrick leaned against the black SUV as the sun started to set. The tan prefab house in front of them shook and shivered with enough magic to make even the normal humans look around uneasily. The early spring weather seemed cold, yet not as bad as the cold winter they had just had. They both remarked on how the rain from the previous night had made everything look a little greener and healthier, avoiding mentioning what could be happening in the house. The house seemed to groan with the pressure of the built-up magic; it seemed ready to pop like a balloon.Collin, 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 bathe him as he shook his head. "She'll probably flay us alive or something." Collin leaned against the SUV once more, light blue eyes watching the house. He did not want to be flayed alive. With a quick flick of his large hand, Patrick shooed a bee away. 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 to keep monsters trapped. The steel rendered most of the fairy folk almost powerless.Before he and Collin could handcuff the two crying trolls, Leslie came out of the house. Her essence rode the air, magic, both dark and light, that tasted of blood. Anger did not go well with a blood witch, the darkness radiated from her. The unseen magic made her brown hair seem alive, as it moved in an independent wind. Her eyes were nothing but thundercloud grey, no white could be seen. Her jeans and hoodie were coated in blood, the black fabric darkened and dripping. It wasn't human, both men could tell by smell."I need a shower," she said as she glared down at the small trolls.To her, they were just trolls. They had odd shaped heads with a few strands of coarse dirt brown hair. Two small beady brown eyes sat on top of a long twisted nose. They had no lips, so their mouths looked like slits just drawn on at the last minute. However, to humans and Opposites, they looked like midgets depending on their own glamour."I bet that shit is burning," Collin said.She nodded. "I've had some troll blood on me, but not drenched like this." She looked down at herself. "Can you two slap the handcuffs on them so we can get a move on? I really need a shower." They did as she said and shoved them in the back. "You gonna ride in the back with them?" Collin asked her. The trolls started hissing and making a fuss at the thought of it. She glared at them again, and her magic started to peek once more. "Not wise," Patrick said. "Get in the back, Collin."As he drove them to the station, he sniffed and made a face. "So where did all the troll blood come from?" "Booby trap," she said. "They either killed some of the others or they've been saving up. By how fresh the blood is I'm thinking they killed some of the others." "Taboo," Collin said. "You two are going to get eaten alive." "Literally," Patrick muttered. Leslie rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. Steam rose from her as the acidic like blue blood started to dry. They pulled into the station after a ten minute drive and used a side door to drag the trolls inside. All the other Supervisors stared at Leslie as she made her way to her office with steam rising from her hair and clothes. She could feel the welts the blood had caused raising on her sensitive skin. Troll blood stunk worse as it dried, and it made her nauseous since she had a sense of smell better than any blood witch recorded. She slammed the door shut and went into the bathroom. The men could share showers, but since she was the only woman Supervisor working in the Merced County area she was privileged with her own shower attached to her office. She peeled her sticky cloths off as she started the water. Naked, she stepped in the steaming hot spray. It burned her skin where the blood had been, but the pain went away, and the heat felt good as she scrubbed the gunk from her hair and body. When she was sure she had gotten all the blood off, she stepped out of the shower, drying off with a towel. She dressed in her usual jeans and black t-shirt- usually either a band t-shirt or one with a goofy saying, this one's was about sanity. She didn’t think of herself as ugly or hot. She had all the curves where it counted; she was neither prude nor slut. She wore clothes that were both comfortable and easy to work in, plus clothes that made her blend in. She brushed out the brown hair and added some conditioner, which would have to work for now. She looked down at her shoes. Ruined. Making a face, she pushed the bathroom door open and nearly jumped back inside seeing Fred sitting at her desk. "Don't do that!" she shouted, calming her racing heart. "Damn it." He held out some salve. She had yet to master the herbalism some blood witches innately knew. She had been a late bloomer, and her specialties were more with knowing myth and folklore other than herbalism. Although she came into power late, Fred thought her the most powerful of the three other blood witches in California including himself. There were only four blood witches in the state as far as the Supervisors knew, and the Supervisors knew everything. She and Fred worked as Supervisors. Richard, Leslie’s evil bastard ex boyfriend, worked for the King Wolf in the county. The fourth blood witch Carlotta, had accepted the darkness a long time ago. She had to have been pushing ninety years, and even though she looked it, she didn’t act old. She acted as if she was still in her thirties, especially by the horror stories her lovers had released before they died in some mysterious horrible way. The Supervisors were always monitoring the other two, but so far, they did all their badness hidden from view. The Supervisors themselves are police who keep an eye on the Opposites. There is the normal human world, and then there is the Opposite Side, the creatures of myth and legend that live amongst the humans. The first Supervisors stated that the Opposites had to keep the two worlds separate, because humans scared easy, and so they formed a treaty years ago. It was true: when Leslie discovered what she was after staking a rogue vampire on the day she came into power, she had been pretty freaked out. Who wouldn’t freak, to suddenly know that the things they had read about and watched in movies were real? There were creatures that really did go bump in the night, creatures who had a hunger for real blood. That had been three years ago. Now she helped supervise the world she had once known from the creatures. Protect the innocent: that was their job. Secretly, Leslie wished that the burden had not been shoved upon her, but then again, she had always known she was different. She had a sort of power that clung to her, that made others uneasy when they looked into her grey eyes. Human, yet not so. She sat down as Fred started to rub some of the salve, which had a pungent smell of rosemary, on her face. "I don't know what the three of you are going to do when I leave on vacation," he said, finishing up. The salve was only to stop the itching. Her skin, as sensitive as it was, healed quicker than most humans, and faster than a blood witch's should as well. Fred always seemed a bit jealous about it, but to her it just seemed normal. As a child she had healed unnaturally, spooking even her mom. "We’ll be fine," she said, wincing. He looked at her with his own grey eyes. All blood witches had grey eyes that changed with their mood, so most of the other Supervisors didn't want Fred or Leslie to wear sunglasses. Just in case. "I don't believe you." "So I went a little wild today," she said looking at the salve on her hands. "But they drenched me in blood, TROLL blood. You would have gone a little bit wild today too." He shook his head trying not to smile. "You three are the youngest Supervisors, and to leave you guys unsupervised is not a good idea. You guys get the job done, but you push it. Even you, Leslie. I thought you would be the head of the group, but you use your magic a little too much. It makes the others uneasy. None of the veteran officers want the responsibility of watching over you guys when I leave." "And why shouldn’t I use my power? I was born with it, so I might as well use it to help others right?" “Like I said, you are making some of the other Supervisors uneasy. You know there’s a line, and once you cross it there is no coming back, Leslie. I don’t want to see you lose yourself to that darkness. And I certainly don’t want to be the man who has to get the death order.” Fred was a nice guy, one of the nicest in the squad, but he would follow the rules if he had too. “Just be careful.” His eyes went to the door, as Collin and Patrick came into view. “He is lecturing you again, I take it?” Collin said, arms crossed over his chest. He looked behind him, but Patrick didn't seem to move or say something. Werebears were cool like that. Actually, he just didn't like Fred, so he tried to stay out of the old man’s way as much as possible. "What do you two eavesdroppers want?" Fred asked. "We bring in the bad people, and keep people safe. Our cases get closed faster than most of the veterans. We’ll be safe, and try not to step on toes. Is that all you wanted to hear us say?" Patrick spoke up. "We have business" Fred scratched his balding grey head. "What are you three getting yourselves into now?" He stood up, Fred, like the other three blood witches stood short. They stood five foot to five-five. Leslie, again being different, stood five-ten. She was sure there was something in her blood that might have been more than blood witch, something which would account for some of the differences.Leslie looked at the time. "Damn, nothing. It's the Bear council tonight. Remember? The tensions between them and the wolves are getting crazy and Nathan called a meeting. He asked for us personally."
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