Young master Damien's pet

Along with the human who was the first one to be tied, and Penelope who had come to the open area so that Helen would not do anything to Sister Jera, it was the vampire, Henry's turn to be bound by rope as he was dragged by the other black witch.

"You know when I came to the council exam, I was surprised to see you there," Helen said, watching the witches start adding the sticks and readying to light it, "Who knew that a person like you could be qualified to be next to the great Damien Quinn. Here I have been pursuing him for months and you come in the middle stating your claim. How shameless are you? Did the establishment not teach you anything?" Helen huffed and turned her head to look at the wood being torched.

"Then I thought, now that you are here, it's better to have you burnt and killed with my own hands," she turned around to give Penny a look of disgust.

"You cannot blame someone for not being able to return your affections back," she told the young white witch who was younger to her. Helen had come off to be someone who was an air-head and somewhere she felt that the girl still was one, only that she didn't know how far she would go to attain the man she loved.

Now that Jera was far away from them and Helen had dropped the voodoo doll as she was busy explaining how she was going to enjoy killing her, Penny wished she could access the needles that were in her pocket. One needle and that would be enough to have the girl drop dead but with her hands and legs tied, she could barely move now.

Each of the creatures- a vampire, a white witch, and a human were tied around the poles which had been fixed for the ritual.

"You know if Damien found out about what you did to me, forget about him liking you he will tear you limb by limb," Penny threatened while she wondered what was the use of the bond Damien had placed on her. Every time the distance grew, they could barely sense each other, making the feelings unreachable. He had told her that he was visiting Wovile for work and the distance between Bonelake and Wovile was too far.

"That will be taken care of," Helen smiled, putting round around the three poles where they were tied, "When you are not here or anyone else here, there will be no one to tell the tale of what happened except for me."

This witch...cursed Penny in her mind. She enjoyed playing the victim card.

Helen turned to her fellow black witch and witcher started to assort the needed items for the ritual which was when Penny caught sight of the moon that was turning to golden. While the black witches were busy, Henry the vampire whispered,

"What is with the gold moon and ritual? What is the ritual for?"

"To unbind the magic. It is one of the many steps. Aren't you a vampire?" Penny asked the man in return knowing vampires had better strength compared to the humans or witches.

"I am running out of blood here to have any strength left," he cursed his luck for not being able to find many food sources here.

Penny struggled to pull out the binds she was tied in but they were just too tight. She tried to race her brain at the possible spell that would come out to be handy but to be tested in such stressful conditions it was hard to find any spell.

On the other side of the forest, Sister Jera could feel the pain shoot up her arm and leg that had been twisted. Moving them was painful which made it difficult for her to move from where she was. Her breath came out to be labored, taking in a deep breath of air to calm down the painful limbs of hers, she placed her hand on the ground trying to lift herself up. Dragging herself to go to the nearest tree, she placed her back against it.

Both she and Lady Penelope had taken the day to create the potion and to put a spell across the land. Did it not work on the trees? It wasn't possible though and it made her question if this Helen black witch had a stack of old voodoo dolls with her which she was using.

She could see the light coming from the other side of the forest and she placed both her hands, open palms on the ground on either side of her body. This was supposed to work, thought Jera to herself.

Back at the ritual area, the black witcher started to murmur the spells, and Helen appeared in front of the human who made noise as his mouth was stuffed with cloth making him unable to speak.

"Do you know how much I hate humans? They are selfish and greedy and believe themselves to be the ones who are in the wrong while having not a shred of the brain that works inside their heads," Helen looked down at the knife she held, twisting it in her hand, "It would be well to rid one of them," saying this, she used the knife to slash against the man's neck who had started to shake before the knife had even touched his neck and blood came gushing out of his slit throat.

Helen walked towards Penelope who was the next one but instead of stopping, the girl walked in front of the vampire to say, "I will keep the best kill for the last. I need to savor it," she raised the bloody knife towards the vampire.

The vampire bared his fangs at her, trying to free himself while putting the last ounce of strength in him which resulted in nothing. The black witch ran her hand across the man's neck, pushing the knife further into his neck to see him gargle in pain with blood spilling out of his mouth and when she pulled the knife away, she pushed it right into his heart.

A sinister smile on her face, Helen finally moved towards Penny...