Esmeralda boils a giant black cauldron in the Norwood Woods. The witch has no fear of the so called "Banshee of the Norwood Woods", her magic skill is high enough that she feels protected. She continues her cooking, stirring the cauldron with giant stick; the dark night sky shines smalls stars above, the light from the cauldron illuminating the trees that surround her work. In her black seductive dress, black pointy hat, with her light long brown hair, and deep blue eyes, she looks proudly at her mixture. If she finishes the recipe tonight, she will create an elixir that will enhance her magic abilities. No longer will she feel overwhelmed when she enters royal courts, feeling the guards and hounding soldiers will defeat her through sheer numbers; instead she will have the most powerful men in the world bowing before her and kissing her heels, obedient to an all-powerful witch.
She cackles in delight to the thought, continuing her cooking. She adds in more herbs, tossing in parts of sliced up animals. The liquid in the cauldron hisses and spews accepting the new ingredients into the mix. As Esmeralda continues her cooking she her a loud wail off in the distance followed by a great scream. She senses that the specter that haunts Norwood Woods has found a victim tonight.
"Good," she mutters. "Hopefully it will focus on them and I won't have to waste time warding it off."
She continues her cooking, hearing the wails every now and then. Her heart races a little. She wishes the specter keep quiet and kill its prey; she knows it will take all night to finish this recipe, and she is so close to having that all mighty power. She can't have some crazed spirit ruining her plans. She was a lowly woman, treated like nothing in her home village; though she was beautiful, the other villagers always were off put by her. Maybe it was because that her mother died giving birth to her on the thirteenth day of the month on a Friday, allowing them to spread a rumor that she was cursed. Esmeralda took this fear and hatred and became the wicked woman they feared. Slaughtering them all as a young witch, then fleeing off to roam the lands, using her magic to gain more and more power. How many foolish men had she seduced with her charm, only to steal their lifeforce to increase her mana. How many young children and virile maidens hearts had she ripped out to please the dark forces in order to be given mighty power. Her magic was powerful enough to bring down even the mightiest of fortresses—perhaps she will test her new powers on Castle Nor—the only thing stopping her was that she didn't have enough stamina to keep her casting powerful spells for long. With the elixir she is brewing, that would no longer be a problem. However, she needs the time and seclusion to make the elixir; she chose to do this in the Norwood Woods, because the ancient magic that flows beneath the tree roots would help put in the finishing touches and solidify the power of the elixir. Yet, she knew in doing this that she would have to deal with the possible appearance the "Banshee of the Norwood Woods", but she was so close now. She won't let this specter ruin it all for her.
Esmeralda continues her stirring, adding in new ingredients, chanting ancient tongues to magically empower the brewing elixir. While she keeps on making the elixir, she hears a loud wail followed by rustling in the flora that surround where she and her cauldron are.
"Great," she groans. "Just keep calm, that silly specter might leave you alone."
That does not happen. From the dark forest comes a nude pale woman with a grey cape covering her. The fire beneath the cauldron illuminates the woman's light blonde hair, and the blood that covers her body and the rapier she holds. Esmeralda sees the red irises on the woman's face, this ghastly woman makes them dart around in order to analyze the area. The pale woman awkwardly walks closer to the glowing cauldron, enchanted to the light like a moth.
"Stay back!" Esmeralda commands, pointing her wooden staff with a red jewel on top, the runes that cover the staff light up as her magic flows into it. "That is mine! Do not touch!"
The blonde nude pale woman looks at her, the eyes of the ghastly figure rolling random directions. The woman licks her lips, the crusted blood on them being cleaned off.
"I see you have already had your fill," The witch says. "Now go on! This cauldron is not for you. I will fight you for it."
Esmeralda keeps her nerve as she points her staff at the nude woman; she sees the rapier being manically held in the pale woman's hand, the blade covered heavily in blood. Esmeralda wants to cast a spell, but she fears it might destroy the cauldron accidentally in the conflict. She can't let that happen, she can't let her hard work go to waste; she worked so hard and is so close to having her dreams realized. She hopes that her stern commands will be enough to persuade this specter like woman to leave.
"M-m-mo-more. I-I ne-need more," the pale woman groans.
"More what?" Esmeralda asks.
"Blood!" the pale woman screams, swaying her body erratically.
"I want blood! I want blood! I, I w-want blo-bloo-blood!"
The pale woman continues to scream for blood, her nude body pacing randomly around the forest floor. She doesn't come near Esmeralda or the cauldron, but the naked woman's irrational movements cause Esmeralda's mind to be tense, forcing her to keep her guard up. She watches the nude woman move erratically; the blonde hair, grey cape, and rapier flow manically, poor Esmeralda wishes for this ghastly woman to leave, but the woman keeps wailing for blood.
Then the pale woman turns her head towards Esmeralda. The red iris on this ghastly woman looking feverishly at her.
"Y-you. Y-you, witch. Magical like me," The pale woman says.
"I am," Esmeralda states.
"You have tasty treat. T-tas-tasty treat for me."
Esmeralda feels a little better. This specter like woman might leave her alone if she gives her a meal full of blood.
"I believe I do."
"P-pl-please give. I am s-s-so hungry," The pale naked woman begs.
Esmeralda goes over to her bag. It is full of tomes, magic scrolls, ingredients for the elixir, and assortment of objects she uses to help cast dark spells and make dark potions. Inside her bag she find a few hearts of some young maidens she killed a few weeks ago. The blood of the hearts are preserved well; she decides this might do.
"Is this acceptable," she says to the pale woman showing off the hearts.
The naked woman's red eyes look at the black dressed witch with glee.
"Give! Give! Give!" she says jumping up and down frantically.
Esmeralda tosses the hearts over to the pale woman, who quickly tears into each, slurping down the blood that is stored in each heart. Esmeralda ignores the wild eating, and continues to go back to brewing her elixir, but as she stirs she sees the pale woman crouched on the floor eating, her light blonde hair hiding her gruesome dining. This worries the witch, she wanted this woman gone. She tries to remain calm and focus on her brewing, believing that this woman, the terrifying "Banshee of the Norwood Woods" has eaten enough and will leave her alone. As Esmeralda continues to stir with her stick, her deep blue eyes look over to the pale woman done eating, her head now looking at her with those wild red irises.
"What do you want now," the witch asks, grabbing her staff.
"Good treat. V-very good treat," the pale woman groans.
"Good, then please leave. You had your meal, now go about your business."
"My, my l-land. Mine, all m-mine. Vis-visitor here," the pale woman says, crawling erratically on the floor towards Esmeralda.
"What? What do you mean," Esmeralda says, pointing her staff at the crouching woman.
The naked woman looks at the tense witch, the long light brown hair of the scared witch flowing nervously. The pale nude blonde woman stands up, her body moving irrationally, twitching and swaying, moving her rapier awkwardly.
"Payment. Payment!" the pale woman screeches.
"P-p-p-p-please pay."
"Huh?" Esmeralda says confused. She knows she should cast a spell, but the pale woman's eyes enchant her, making it hard for her to focus.
The pale woman comes close to her, and removes the staff from Esmeralda's hand, tossing it away on to the dark green grassy ground. Esmeralda does nothing to stop it, her body entranced by the pale woman's red irises.
"Wait please, what are you doing," the witch begs.
She is slightly taller than the pale woman, but when the woman gets close to her body, the red eyes come close to staring right into her deep blue eyes.
"Payment, payment. This is my l-la-land," the pale woman says, caressing and examining Esmeralda's body.
"What do you mean by that," she says nervously as the pale woman directs and moves her body frozen body with ease. "Please, I just wanted to make a great elixir. I'll give you that, I don't care about that anymore. Please I beg you spare me."
"No. N-no. Elix-, uh, eli-elix, uh, what you call it won't do."
Esmeralda's eyes bulge with fear. She wants to scream but can't force her body to do so. All that work, might be for nothing. Now she is helpless to the "Banshee of the Norwood Woods".
"The payment. The payment!" the pale woman screams.
"I k-know w-what I need!"
The pale woman cackles frantically. Esmeralda, the witch that scares even the bravest of men, is terrified for her future right now.
"Beau-beautiful," The pale naked woman says, eyeing Esmeralda's luscious body. "W-where to start."
The pale naked woman licks Esmeralda's neck, her right arm grasping the witch tight, her left hand caressing the long light brown hair, playing with it like a cat plays with yarn.
"Ugh. No, please," Esmeralda whines.
The pale naked woman continues to lick the witch's neck, grabbing the helpless magic caster's black pointy hat and tossing it to the ground. She then grasps Esmeralda's seductive black dress pulling it down to strip the witch.
"Pay. Pay. M-must be like me t-to pay."
Esmeralda can only whimper awaiting her dire fate. The pale woman bites hard into the caster of dark magic's neck, causing small amounts of blood to flow. The defenseless and petrified witch gives out a yelp. The pale woman puts her mouth hard on to the bleeding neck, sucking the blood strongly; she may not be a vampire, but she can feast like one.
In her drinking of the blood, both the witch and pale naked woman fall to the ground, the pale woman continuing to slowly drink.
"Ah. Ah. Augh! Haugh." Esmeralda moans, feeling her life being, slowly drained. Now she feels for the men whose lifeforces she stole, but she only feels for them a little.
The naked pale woman stops drinking from Esmeralda's neck, removing her mouth. Her red eyes stare into the witch's terrified deep blue ones. Esmeralda gives out a whimper as the pale woman smiles creepily at her. The pale woman then continues to strip Esmeralda of her dress. The black seductive dress that was pulled slightly past her bosom, is pulled down more, leaving her midriff exposed. The pale woman looks at the light skin of the witch's exposed stomach. She then bites hard down right above Esmeralda's belly button. She doesn't tear deeply into the flesh, only enough to cause small bleeding. The pale woman then begins to drink from there, just like she did from the witch's neck.
"Augh. No. Stop. Ah. Augh! Please, I beg you!" Esmeralda wails, struggling to move her arms, her body becoming numb as the pale woman drinks the blood from her.
Esmeralda wails and groans as the pale woman continues to drink; her eyes looking to the dark sky above, the stars glistening on her unfortunate fate. She can't believe this is happening. Her mind pleads for the dark forces to protect her and allow her to survive; she has given so much to them, they couldn't possibly abandon her to this kind of fate. She only wanted great magical power; she knew the risks of making the elixir in the Norwood Woods, but she also knew the rewards. She wants to live, she wants to continue being a feared witch, but right now she is nothing but a drinking source for the "Banshee of the Norwood Woods".
Esmeralda would survive, but not be able to finish her elixir. She passed out from having too much blood being drunk. The brew in cauldron spoiled from not being tended too. She doesn't care, she is happy she survived. Maybe she will try again, when she feels the courage to brew the elixir in the dangerous woods.
Hannah Norwood wakes up naked in her basement. She finds a rag besides her, and a fresh pair of clothes placed slightly away from her. She know who prepared them. As she wipes the blood off her body, she can't believe what happened last night. While she had that witch under her trance, the curse that controlled her body was captivated by the alluring body of that dark caster of spells, causing her sensually feast on her, instead of violently tearing her to shreds. Hannah shudders thinking about what she did last night, wanting to get beautiful look of the witch and her alluring moans out of her mind.