Screams could be heard of women and men, children running to their parents without following a straight line. The town looked confused right now. 

"I will go take the magistrate and the spitgra.s.s with me back to the mansion," Elliot proposed knowing that leaving the person and the poison here was not right. After all the black witches had come to take it right now without waiting for the day to pa.s.s by as they had intended it to be in the beginning. 

"Will you be fine?" Damien asked for the red-haired vampire to nod.

"Yes. I will take the back route."

"Okay," Damien and Penny looked at Elliot who went back, turning to Penny he said, "You should go with Elliot."

"What about you?" Penny's eyebrows knit together in worry of leaving Damien behind. She knew Damien was much capable than her or maybe even Elliot but he would be the only one fighting the black witches. 

Damien pulled out his gun, checking the bullets that were in there, adding two of them which he had wasted earlier when they had first come here, "I will be right behind you. The black witches want the spitgra.s.s. Make sure to protect it. Worse case," he pulled out metal like a box from his pocket, "Burn it in the forest."

Penny took the metal box in her hand, opening it to hear Damien say, "You run your thumb from the top to the bottom of this surface. It will light up like summer," he then pulled out another gun, handing it to her, "Take this," but Penny shook her head. 

"I brought a few things of mine along with me," she pulled the coat to show him the gla.s.s tubes and the needles in there. 

"Go!" he said, noticing Elliot who had picked the man as well as the spitgra.s.s with him, moving towards the backdoor. Penny nodded her head and left Damien's side to get back inside the office and through the backdoor which was a narrow alley. It was possible that the witches would come to follow them soon. 

With both Penelope and Elliot who had escaped through the background, he brought them the needed time, keeping the black witches busy as she shot one of them. There were four of them here. One of them being the man who had visited the magistrate. 

His aim was sharp and precise, hitting on the black witches who had been floating right near him. Seeing her fall down from her broomstick in the midst of the chaos, one of the other black witches, her fellow sister, looked at him furiously. 

She swept through the air, moving in a zigzag motion missing Damien's gunshot which his hands quickly ran the trigger over and over before loading the guns with the silver bullets. The black witch came straight at him, cras.h.i.+ng against him. Both their bodies entered the office as Damien had been standing at the door to only collide and crash. The black witch tried to get to him, stopping his hands from the gun which was going to be used on her or her other black witch sisters. 

When the gun slipped out of his hands, the witch tried to get to his face with her long dirty nails trying to disfigure him. With her on the top and Damien at the bottom, he noticed that this witch was much stronger than the other witches he had come across until now. It was as if their strength equaled the strength of the vampires. With one swift kick, the witch crashed out of the weak office which was made of wood to go back out in the open. Damien searched for his gun, picking it up and shooting it right at the center of the witch's head when she came to step inside. The black witch dropped dead. 

Damien looked at his arm, dusting it off to step outside the office. He counted the witches again including the witch he had killed. He wondered if the black witch who had been sitting on the roof had followed Penny and others. 

"AH!!! HELP! Somebody save my daughter!" a woman cried out looking in the opposite direction of where he stood. Turning behind he caught sight of the black witch who dragged a young girl by her dress. Laughing and cackling to hear the young girl scream, "Mama! Mama!!" the girl flailed her hands, struggling as she was swept across the ground. 

There were guard officials fighting the other two witches while the male witcher came down on the ground, placing his broomstick to lean across the wall, smiling at Damien who was staring at his fellow witch who was having her fair share of fun. 

"Let me go!" the girl screamed, yelling for help but the humans who resided in here were too scared to involve themselves with the witches. Most of them didn't care about the young girl or other fellow humans who were being tortured by the intruders. After all, they cared about their own life and not others.

One brave soul stepped forward, a low vampire who came to save the girl by standing in front of the path where the witch was headed in but one should have known how evil the witches could turn out to be. If humans were selfish, the black witches were far worse than that.

Though the witch stopped flying, having the girl groan in back pain where she was sure her skin had come off with the way the witch had pulled her. The black witch didn't let her go and kept a firm grip on her arm.