Don't Mess with Witches Brew.. (open)

[Arabella Sanderson]

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Arabella was back in Salem. She's been gone for a couple of months and decided to stop by for a visit. She already gave her Grandmother a visit, shocking her with some stories of the people she's met. She loved seeing the surprised look on her face when she said that she had turned a person into a toad. It was just a Witch thing to do but, she just took the cat spell and modified it. And it surprised her when it worked.

Arabella smiled at the people on the street as she walked past them. She was wearing a shirt that said, If the Shoe fits and it had the ruby slippers from Wizard of Oz along with the black and white striped stocking that the Wicked Witch of the East wore. It fit her perfectly since Salem was on the East coast of this big country. Humming softly, she made her way into the cemetery. The people were watching her while whispering since they finally noticed that something was odd about her.

'Took those fools long enough.' Arabella thought inwardly to herself, as she rolled her blue eyes. The people in the town were a bit on the slow side. But, then again, everyone seemed to be whenever she was around. Walking over to the headstone of one of her boyfriends, she laughed a bit when she saw someone spraypainted Witch's boytoy on the stone. It was funny. Especially since the town was just starting to get it.

"We had such fun times together, Stefan. I wish we could get them back. Oh, wait. We can!" Arabella said aloud to herself, before opening her mouth again to utter a spell. But, then she heard a twig snap. "Who's there?" She said, in almost a harsh tone looking around. [/ul][/size][/size][/color][/font]

[Shiloh Summerland]

Shiloh had been traveling up the eastern coast after following a lead on a job. While on her journey she had happened to see the interstate sign telling her that she was near Salem, the legendary town of witches. Even though all the books said that there were no actual witches there, she knew better and guessed that maybe there were a few of them among the townspeople there. She was also pretty sure that they were not dumb enough to get caught, and blended pretty well with the pilgrims there. She felt the urge to take a quick stop at the place, as she never knew when she would be in the area again. So she turned off the highway and made her way to the center of town.

As she drove around she noticed little shops here and there promoting witches, she guessed that now the town liked the publicity of the witches, as compared to back then. She thought it was a little humorous, as she was sure all the people living here had never met a real witch. She herself had only rarely tangled with a witch or warlock one before she escaped pretty much unharmed, but she wasn’t ready to run into one again anytime soon.

After a few minutes of driving around the town, she decided to go and visit the town on foot for a better look at everything. She parked her car on a decent street, and killed the engine. She then got out and making sure to lock her car, she started down the street. As she walked she looked around, wondered what sort of odd store or monument she would pass by. Sadly there wasn’t anything much just cafes and shops. She continued down the street and walked past a rather large ornamental gate. She stopped to have a look at it, it turned out to be the local cemetery. Not entirely the monument she had in mind, but she guessed that would work. Maybe they had some sort of special plaque for all the innocent people, who perished in the events she thought to herself and went it.

She walked around t he cemetery looking at the gravestones, and reading the names off of them. She couldn’t help but smirk to herself how calm she was about the whole thing. Most people feared visit the dead, but not Shiloh. Her job called for her to visit them quite a lot, so she had long since gotten over her fear of people alone with graves. Plus if anything ever dared to come out then she would put it right back into its proper place. Weither it be whole or in tiny pieces. As she was walking she had not been paying attention to where she was going and stepped on a large twig that snapped and at the same time caused her to trip.

“Shit.” She grumbled to herself as she managed to keep herself from falling.

[Arabella Sanderson]

Arabella heard a small curse being uttered, so she walked over quietly to see what or who it was. Turning around by a bush, she saw a small girl with black pixie styled hair. She was trying not to fall and feeling gracious, she lend a hand by helping the girl regain her balance. "Are you okay?" She asked, trying to be nice. It was an act because she didn't know if the girl was a clueless human or a paranormal savvy hunter. It was safer. Waiting for an answer, she heard a small meow. Looking down, she saw her Ex looking up at her. Sending a slight smile down to the black cat, she turned her blue eyes away. Just to feel three sharp pains enter her ankle. He had just clawed her ankle.

Arabella knelt down, and petted her ex's head. It seemed soft but, she was actually doing a bit harder. "Bad kitty." She scolded, her voice sounding nice and innocent. Despite the fact that her eyes were glaring into his golden amber ones. She heard his voice in her head. "You twisted bitch." Letting out a small giggle, she shoved her ex in the other direction. "Go along, kitty cat. Go chew on a dead finger." She told him, muttering the last part in a harsh tone. Her ankle was still bleeding but, it would stop soon. In her mind, she was saying a spell that would heal it. She would have used a faster one but, the human girl would freak if she saw that.

Standing back up, Arabella turned her attention back on the girl. "What brings you out to a cemetery? Hopefully, you're not trying to make a guy because I can tell you this. They're all dead beats." She said, with a smile making a joke. It sounded pretty bad but she didn't exactly care at that point. She wanted to know what the girl was doing there.

[Shiloh Summerland]

Shiloh had been surprised to hear a voice call out to her, as she had thought she was the only one there. But she recovered quickly as it could have easily been someone visiting a loved one, who had long since passed on. She reclaimed her footing and stood up straight once again, getting a good look at the person who had just spoken to her. She was young looking, possibly even younger than Shiloh herself, and unfortunately she often was mistaken for a lot younger than she actually was.

"Yeah I'm alright, just mistook a step." she told her, and then she noticed a cat by the young woman's feet. Shiloh personally liked cats, as they sort of reminded her of herself. She did as she pleased, and only bothered with people on her own terms. She wasn't sure if it was because of her Hunter lifestyle or if she was just like that all her life. Though unfortunately at times cats did not like to get to close to her. She guessed it was because of the strong supernatural presence she gave off at times. But that didn't stop her from liking them even if they didn't quite like her as much.

"Nice cat." she commented, though a moment later said cat seemed to scratch the young woman's ankle after being petted. Must not be a very friendly cat, she thought herself. "Thankfully there's no guy involved," she said with a smile as she caught on to the joke. "I'm actually hoping to get a look around at all the local history, and witch lore. I've always been a little interested about it, and since I was in the area I thought I'd stop and have a look, though it seemed I ended up in the cemetery first." she said with a slight laugh, as now that she thought about it, it was probably her luck to wind up in the cemetery first.

[Arabella Sanderson]

Arabella heard the girl and nodded. She figured that normal people had their moments of clumsiness. She was spared of that, thank God. The girl seemed like any one in the town of Salem. Interested in the history of Witches in the town. The most popular witches in the town were the Sanderson sisters, her ancestors. But, she didn't want the girl to think that she was a Witch. Even though it was indeed true. Then, hearing the girl mention her cat aka her ex, she smiled smugly. "Lovely creature." She said, looking at the cat which was now perched on the shoulder of an Angel statue. He looked Demonic, being a black cat on an Angel. But, it fit for some reason. Haunting though, when you think about it.

"I'm actually hoping to get a look around at all the local history, and witch lore. I've always been a little interested about it, and since I was in the area I thought I'd stop and have a look, though it seemed I ended up in the cemetery first." She couldn't help but smile, when she heard that. Arabella had figured that young girl out. She was there for the Witches. "Well, let me just introduce you to the most popular Witches in Salem." She said, as she walked around the girl motioning for her the follow her. Her blonde hair was shining in the setting sun light "The Sanderson sisters were hanged in this very cemetery for the act of Witchcraft. Some say that they were falsely accused. But, then again, how do you explain the stories of children being lured to their cabin and when they were found dead, they looked to be in their nineties?" Arabella explained, with a smile. She was proud to have the last name Sanderson.