Under the vampire Lord's protection-Chapter 63: Morgana

Her tall, pointy hat on the table, the so-called Morgana faced the large window opposing the couch she'd occupied.

Ferm and impassive, not a hint of unrest lingered on her otherwise kind features.

"Madame Morgana," Katherine brought the attention of the witch her way, "Here she is," the vampire then ushered towards Arabella who stood a few feet behind herself.

"Arabella, is it?" Morgana gracefully pushed her weight off the chair and extended her hand to the young woman.

Innocently, Arabella reached out to take the witch's hand but was immediately stopped by none other than Katherine. She grasped Arabella's wrist, while glaring at Morgana through narrow eyes.

All the while, Silas remained completely silent, merely standing behind the women and trusting Katherine to handle things.

"Now, now!" Morgana grinned, lifting her hands up in front of them, "You know I meant no harm, my dear Katherine," the witch then turned to study Arabella's figure. Although, the wide glistening eyes and the half open mouth on her already told Morgana all she needed to know, "You're very naive, you sweet thing," Morgana smiled before her features hardened, "You never take the hand of a witch you are not yet acquainted with, girl,"

In response, and for total lack of words, Arabella maintained the expression of surprise on her and vehemently shook her head yes, a few times.

"Though I can't blame your ignorance as it is something your hosts should have warned you of," the witch's glare snapped onto Katherine as well as Silas.

"You are trusted in this abode, Madame," said Katherine, offering a little nod in the process.

Morgana did not seem particularly satisfied with Katherine's retort and turned around before sitting back down where she was prior to their arrival in the room.

"Face me, girl," she demanded without glancing at Arabella.

Katherine lay a gentle hand on Arabella's back, softly nudging her to move forward. Upon taking a seat, Arabella began to note more details on Morgana.

Details such as how her hair, nose and clothing style was reminiscent of the witches she'd encountered during her trip to KasselMoon.

The long, black dress covered every inch of her body and touched the floor, promising to trail behind her every step. Her nose, larger than average, only stood out when facing her as the rest of her features dominated her face and distracted from the size and the crooked shape of it.

As for the frizzy hair tucking her ears beneath it, it was both lengthy and voluminous, falling to her waist.

But no matter how much she had in common with those witches, Morgana would have still managed to stand out among them.

"Extend your hand," Morgana ordered.

Arabella looked at Katherine for approval who gave a small nod her way.

The young woman relented, putting her hand between the witch's, shuddering in place at her cold touch.

"The previous night wasn't an easy one for you," she started, "Do you remember the voice that called out for you?" Morgana released the young woman's hand after that.

From left to right, Arabella's eyes darted, seeking the answer, but to no avail as Morgana's wording puzzled her.

"You do not remember hearing a voice, do you?" asked the witch.

"No, I do not," Arabella answered in a sheepish manner, looking down.

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Morgana pushed a long exhale then sealed her lips tight, keeping quiet for a good amount of time until Silas had seemingly had enough of the silence.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Well, she has indeed been hypnotized," Morgana marked a pause, "And who ever this culprit was, went to great lengths in order to cover their tracks," she made another pause, but then added in a hushed tone, "Quite smart of them, might I add,"

The witch held her own chin between her fingers momentarily, pensive looking. Her eyes traveled Arabella up and down before speaking again, "For a kind soul such as you, I am surprised you've made this many enemies," she tilted her head a tad to the side.

"Enemies?" at those words, Arabella's patience reached its limits.

"Why yes!" she grinned, "As soon as our hands connected, I glimpsed their shadows lurking behind you, ready to wrap their hands around your throat whenever,"

"How many of them?" Silas interfered, approaching to sit by Arabella.

"I couldn't tell you their number with perfect exactitude. Some appear closer to their goal than others, I can tell you that much," a side smirk appeared on Morgana. The witch then turned to Arabella once more, "The spell you were put under was not particularly powerful, but quite intricate,"

"Is there truly no way of telling its origin?" Silas' voice rose again.

"No," Morgana said simply.

"Well then, what do you suggest we do?" he asked.

"Whoever they might be or where, I have the certainty that they will try again until they succeed. For a reason that escapes me, these people want you out of this place and believe me, girl, you don't want them to succeed," the witch's eyes drifted downwards for a moment before rising back to the young woman. Extending an open hand, Morgana spoke, "Hand me something you keep on your person at all times. Something you wouldn't allow anyone other than you to touch,"

Something she wore at all times... Arabella thought long and hard before her own hand slowly rose to clasp around the pendant resting on her chest while looking at nothing in particular.

"That'll do," Morgana brought her out of her contemplation.

Arabella glanced at Silas first then at Katherine, silently asking if she should comply. When neither of them objected, the young woman hesitantly unclasped her necklace then, very reluctantly, placed it in Morgana's palm with much care.