Who: Hunter Niall and OPEN. What: Finding out that spells and rites don't quite work when the moon's out of whack. When: What he thinks is the evening. Where: Park, probably. Rating: PG-13.
"So mote it be." Murmured the young witch for the tenth time that evening. Nothing was working for him. To say that he had tried everything would have been a vast understatement, and he didn't know how that was even possible. If he wasn't already worried before, he was seriously worried now. None of his spells were working quite how he wanted them to, which was just ridiculous because was a blood witch for the Goddess' sake. They were supposed to work. He sighed heavily. Simple spells seemed to be working, but casting out his senses had become difficult and contacting the International Witches Council was just a trial for him. Without the sun and the moon working together in harmony, the Goddess wasn't right, the Earth wasn't normal and there was something coming towards him.. There was something coming towards him!
Hunter stood up abruptly, knocking over the bowl of water marking the circle without much of a care. He'd worry about that later, right now there was some man with a wolf-ish looking face heading towards him and he couldn't even turn into his animal form to defend himself. He backed away slowly, trying to keep his face neutral. While he wasn't a terrible hand-to-hand combatant he wasn't that brilliant at it either, and instead began to wish as if he'd brought along some sort of sacrifical dagger or something. At a closer glance, it looked like the person, thing was a vampire. Something which was supposed to be an old legend, fairytale, something parents in the covens told their children to stop them from sneaking off. He was in big trouble.