"He frowned when he saw the clear liquid inside the container. "What kind of potion is this? Why does it smell like— "
"It’s unappetizing." She turned her head away. "You should look at the strength of the substance rather than the smell. It could save someone’s life. I mean, the quality is excellent."
"This is an Elixir of Hunger?" Damon asked.
"Yes."
"And you made this?’
"Yes."
"You can make potions?"
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"There aren’t many witches who can make potions."
"Oh..." Ava nodded. The Shaman didn’t tell her about this. In fact, he made it sound like every witch should learn how to brew a potion.
"The quality is good."
"So, are you going to buy it?"
"No." Damon stared at her. "I don’t like smelly things."
Ava was taken aback. Was it really that important? This Elixir is going to save their lives! Why was the smell so important?
She wondered if the old man purposely asked her to do this because he knew no one would buy the potion.
"Alright," Ava snatched the vial, and it disappeared into thin air before Damon could react. "Then I’m leaving. I will see you in a few days."
Without saying anything else, she left the room and went back to the pub. Or at least tried to.
The moment she walked out of the alley, she immediately felt at least five presence observing her. A thick bloodlust hit her. The intent to kill.
She could feel it. She could hear it.
Ava frowned as she slowly calm herself.
Despite knowing there were people following her around, she continued walking. She used her magick to reinforce her skin, making it hard for a small blade to penetrate. It was a simple defense, and the Shaman told her all witches could use it.
After a few minutes of walking, Ava soon realized that... she had been going in circles. She knew about the map and intentionally walked around in circles just to see if these people would attack her.
Damnit.
They were still waiting, watching. What the hell are they up to?
She squinted. Right now, there were a total of seven people ’observing’ her from afar. Five of them showed distinct bloodlust towards her. While the other two felt somehow familiar. If she was right, one of them should be Damon West and Christoff. But why were they following her?
"Ehem.... Are you lost?" A man appeared not far away from her. She stopped walking, her attention completely focused on the man’s face as she tried to recall if she had seen this man’s face before. Nope. Not in the pub.
"Who are you?" she asked. She could smell alcohol from the man. Yet, this wasn’t enough to mask the man’s intimidating aura. No. This wasn’t just an intimidating aura, this is an aura of a criminal. You see, once people kill a lot of people, they developed a weird smell. Ava liked to call it the smell of death.
"I thought you were lost." The man smirked and slowly walked toward her. "I could help you."
"No. Thank you."
"Eh? I am already offering you help! Do you know how lucky you are that the first man who offered to help you didn’t drag you somewhere to kill you?"
"I don’t need help."
Ava started walking towards the man. "Move," she said. "I’m in a hurry."
"And if I don’t?’
"Then you better call your friends to help you," Ava said before she uttered. "Ixtre" The man’s body was flung towards the sidewalk. A loud thud interrupted the silence of the night. "You better come out now or— "
"We meant no harm." it was a woman’s voice. Ava side-eyed the woman who appeared to her right. "We heard about what happened earlier at Death Valley. So we thought we could recruit you."
Ava pursed her lips in response. The blond woman wasn’t even trying to hide her bloodlust. Despite this, the woman was smiling at her.
"Call me older sister Rue. May I know your name?"
"I already worked for someone," Ava said.
"You don’t get it, do you?"
"Get what?"
"We need someone that could brew a potion."
"Brew a potion?" Ava lifted an eyebrow. Only Damon saw her vial earlier. Was it possible that the man — No. Shaman Gaas wouldn’t let her join this crew if Damon was that kind of person? But then again, there is nothing like constant in this world.
"Yes. Only a few witches can do that. We wanted to bring someone like you inside. No. We need to bring someone like you inside. No matter the cost."
Ava smiled. So basically, this is just a pretense. Their intention was to kidnap her.
"How did you know I can brew a potion?"
"We have a very reliable source."
"Is that so?" Ava looked around. This time, the other three people already revealed themselves. Of course, Damon and Christoff stay hidden. She really couldn’t help but wonder what was their end goal.
"So if I don’t come with you."
"We will have to take you— by force."
"Can you really do that?"
"Oh Missy, you have no idea."
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Ava spat out some blood as she straightened her back. The woman wasn’t kidding earlier. The other four were indeed stronger. And more coordinated. The fight made her realize how troublesome it is to fight against people who had fought for their lives every day. She looked at the surrounding bodies.
They were still breathing.
And Ava wasn’t planning to kill them in the first place. She approached the who was lying not far away from her. The first time who fell was actually the woman. Ava intentionally broke the woman’s legs to prevent her from running away. The woman might be a shifter, but her healing ability isn’t even as fast as Matthews or the other shifter that she met before.
Ava’s boot thudded as she approached the woman.
"Who was it?" Ava asked.
"Screw you."
Ava smiled. Then she held the woman’s head. Though she doesn’t need to utter a spell to search the woman’s memories, she uttered, "Pincyiko".
"Alright, you can stop now." Damon’s voice echoed from the alley.
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