As everyone left she remained behind in headquarters. Flipping through her grimoire, scanning through the immacble number of pages, filled since her line trace back to the first witch in her family, she was looking for spells, ingrediants, anything. The sensitive psychic was once again taunted by dead spirits, "Blood will be spilled and one will bath in it." the spectral being said as it vanishes away, once again another cryptic message. "What does it all mean?" she questioned herself, of course the answers weren't going to pop in, she continue flipping through the pages and assemble a table, various herbs, vials, a knife, a small bowl, and a cauldron pot. She began to mix the herbal vegitation added with natural ingrediants and a bless holy water to fill the cauldron. Funny when she received the holy liquid from a priest months ago she thought of it as no use, but now her mind differ, it was her valuable sacred weapon in this undead war. Her magic was weakened severely, she could feel it, like her strength stripped from and leaving her half of it, strong but not strong enough. She had to rely on her other abilities and skills, a gift she honed since she was a little girl, telekinesis, this psychic ability was always her main line of direct attack, it was her stronghold. Since casting a specific spell could be time-consuming and more taxing, telekinesis was a natural psychic gift that all witches could learn... if they learned, practice, and honed it.
Her skin, naturally fair as the fable Snow White, grew a different color, something more ill in appearance. She was tired and hurting, whatever left her with half her strength was affecting her health as well. A slight noise entered and left her ears she ingored it, but later would she regret doing so, it from Longshot, calling for help. Her potion was almost complete just needed one more ingrediant: salt, and there it was done. Using a pipet she filled multiple vials and secured them with a top and stash them in her pouch. This was the first step for her to being useful, as she leaves her room she heard a loud thud within the entrance area, using her telepathic gifts, she couldn't sense anyone's presence, strange. Slowly walking down the halls she moves forward with caution towards the elevator, pressing the main floor button it took her down, leveling her back to the front entrance. The ring of the elevator doors open and there she sees a figure, facing his back she secretly reaches into his mind, just as she touches his mind, she found herself reflected and shot back, she rubs her third eye to relieve the pain. All she felt was nothing, empty, and reflective like a mirror with no reflection displaying, this was the mind of a vampire and she now knew it. These creatures, of course, were immune to psychic gifts relating to invasion of their thoughts, because their minds differ, it wasn't active like humans or other organic beings but a shadow of it's former presence.
Approaching closer her heels echoed through the silent buidling "Hello?" she said questionably, this situation left her speechless, she didn't know what to say or how to react, as the figure turn to face her, it was her own ally, Longshot. Covered in blood and injured, her mind told her to go and comfort her, to aleviate the pain by using her magic, but something else told her to remain in place. His mind was different and so was his body, she saw a mark on his area and step backwards, "No, not you.... STAY BACK!" she shouted stretching her arms side to side, erecting a telekinetic dome around her, the energy was invisible yet small in size: weak. She began to cough, but was still able maintain her concentation. Blood, she coughed up blood, a bad sign, this was the beacon to something she knew the next actions he were to take would cost her life.
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