Who: Mael and Opal
Where: The back of Mael's home
When: Morning
So last night was not Mael's best. In fact, it probably ranked pretty high up the bad list, even higher than the demon attack because he had been
saved then. This time, however, there was no lucky break with a witch coming to help him and protect him from the monster attack him. Hedda had gotten away with touching him...
and feeding off of him. He just hoped his blood gave her some form of negative side effect like...temporary insanity from visions. Or something. She would deserve it.
Or at least this would have been his train of thought had he even been conscious at the time. As it was, Mael's body was lying face down on the back porch of his home. He was out of danger for the most part...it wasn't like Hedda intended on killing him, she was just playing with her food. And so it was, the morning after, Mael cheek against the wood of the porch and not quite dead.