This story is by Anita Morin and was part of our 2021 Spring Writing Contest. You can find all the writing contest stories here.
April 1940, Dayton OH
Ext.The peak of Lunar Eclipse- Historic South Park
“Hurry! We must get back to headquarters and report what’s happening between the vampires and werewolves!! Don’t let them catch you!!”
“Run faster! One of them is gaining on us!!”
“Quickly, one of us has to signal what’s to come!!!”
A warlock raises his hand as he gathers energy and rosy-red colored sparks shoot up into the night sky. Not far from where the sparks were shot up high up in the Witch’s Tower a young woman had seen the sparks in the distance and sound the horn to alert the camp. The whole camp awakens and quickly scrambles to arm themselves for battle.
A Young Woman’s P.O.V.
That night was one of those times when an uproar between vampires and werewolves started a war between one another fighting for survival. As all knew too well about vampires and werewolves being natural enemies to one another for many generations. One of the basic things both races knew what was needed to outdo the other was to hunt down victims who wander in the forest at night for night strolls to increase their numbers. The easiest prey for both species has always been us, humans. We had been around for as long as they have. An ongoing war between species raged on for 81 years. Many had either their lives or mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Then one day, one of our most valiant guardians had had enough of all the war that led to nothing but bitter misery of darkness. She knew something had to be done and what she was about to execute would mean costing her life. From her perspective, anything to prevent any more bloodshed. With the sound of bird wings beating overhead, a flock of ravens flaps their way to the silhouette of a tower peering over the treeline.
Ext. The crack of Dawn – The Witchs’ Tower.
“Are you absolutely certain of the risk you’re willing to take? You know that you may very well end up losing your life-force by losing so much of your blood to these monsters,” the Wiccan Aria warns, concerned as she places candles in pentagon formation.
The Guardian Gilda lets out a sigh, “I wish there was a more rational, peaceful solution to go about this but unfortunately there isn’t.”
“Tell me honestly. What makes you so sure that this bargain for a sample of blood, or exchange, or whatever this is- will get the Alpha Lucian and the Vampire Lord Ritcher to meet with you and put a stop to all this meaningless chaos?” Aria inquires, drawing the pentagon on the ground surrounding Gilda.
“It’s complicated. All I can tell you that there’s more to this plan than just exchanging two blood bag samples of my blood. It also requires casting a curse as I hand them over. I only hope that once I’m no longer of this world, someone else will arise and inherit these exact same traits and values of mine and take my place in the process,” Gilda explains.
“That’s quite a tall order to bestow to the next generation. However, if that is truly what you intend, then so be it. I will do all that I can until our last breath, together. Who knows? For your sake and the sake of the human race, maybe…just maybe, your duty will pay off,” Aria sighs, as her raven familiar flaps through the window and effortlessly land next to Aria on a misshaped rock.
“Forgive the interruption, but they are just a very short walk away from the door. I suggest your essentials must be ready in place. Shall I stall to buy you some time?” the Raven asks Aria.
“I see. No need, everything is set,” Aria confirms. “Good. Then we’re ready,” Gilda stated, as she turns to face the approaching leaders of the two species.
“I didn’t think neither of you would come to meet with me at this time. I’m relieved,” Gilda comments.
“Actually, we were both surprised to receive that message despite knowing the risks of having both species in the same room. Needless to say, we were taken aback to learn that the best, bravest, and strongest among you humans is said to be a woman instead of a man,” Alpha Lucian admits.
” Let alone that neither of us would’ve imagined a beauty such as yourself existed in the human race,” vampire Lord Ritcher murmurs, as he caresses Gilda’s hair flirtatiously. Gilda grimaces in disgust.
“Shall we get started?”Gilda brushed off, as she takes her place in the middle of the pentagon picking up the blood bags filled with her own blood. The stench of blood stirs the lustful urges as both leaders, fight to control themselves. On cue, the flames of the torches and candles erupt furiously as Aria begins her chanting with power behind her words.
“Please, be at ease. My friend is only chanting to provide more light. Now then, I have a proposition for you two,” Gilda begins to propose.
“What are you planning?”Ritcher demands, his eyes switching eye-color, trying to fight the urges from the smell of blood reeking from the blood bags. Lucian and Ritcher mirrored knowing that Gilda was up to something, knowing that they can’t get to her or Aria. Alpha Lucian blocks Aria from Ritcher’s view, ready to defend if need be.
“Why are you–?” Ritcher sneers, eyes glowing red.
“Discipline,” Lucian replies, in control of himself.
Gilda begins her ritual. With the blood bags in one hand, she produces two small mortars, a stash of purifying ground salt, a set of different colored candles for each element. Next, a pouch containing a sunstone and moonstone. Lastly, she unlaces her pentagon pendant. The wind howling with Aria’s power.
“NO!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!??” Ritcher shrieked, eyes filled with betrayal.
“Doing what I have to do to end this chaotic war!” Gilda yelled back, as she laces her blood into the two mortars with the moon and sunstones already put in place. As Aria joins Gilda in the pentagon, she chants her curse. The flames roar once more with immense power. All fates sealed & onto next generations.