NASTY. The red wine wasn’t very sweet at all. It tasted very bland and normal despite the title being ‘Sweet Cherry Wine’. Tega much preferred the taste of her favorite sour apple liquor, but the bland wine had to do for now.

The stench of many tobacco pipes and cigarettes filled the already musty air of the end town bar. She was awaiting a new target that she acquired on her route to the mountains. It was a big score for once, and a promising kill since it was merely a witch.

The witches of the underworld had special powers and often cast spells on their victims. However, their power paled compared to warlocks.

"So, what's a pretty girl like you doing in these neck of the woods?" a grey-haired man spoke as he sat down on the barstool next to her.

“Hunting,” she smiled as the glass of wine returned to her mouth.

“Hunting huh? Well, are you interested in a forty-something catch?” he grinned.

Her eyes cut to the right at him then closed again not removing the glass from her mouth.

The gentleman stood up and stood behind her as he murmured in her ear, “Out back. Now.”

Laughing the man made his way out of the bar. Tega followed him into the muddy lot behind the building.

“You better not be playing any games with me old man” she called out into the night.

No one was out there as far as she could see. It seemed the man got scared and had runoff.

Hmph. She sighed as she turned to head back into the bar.

Suddenly a cold wind blew her off her feet into a huge muddy puddle in the lot.

“What was that?!” she cried out into the night.

“Now am I catch enough for you?” a burst of loud laughter arose from the darkness.

“Get out here old man! Who are you really?” Tega shouted as she got back to her feet.

A blink and the man were right in front of her face. Nose to nose.

“Like I said. Am I a catch now?” a huge grin stretched across his face from ear to ear.

He wasn't the old man anymore. The grey hair was now long and white. The piercing blue eyes were glowing golden as his appearance was that of a young man in his 30s. His bare chest revealed a sacred medallion and the leather pants were ended with leather black boots.

A WARLOCK!

The pounding beat of her heart could be heard by the enchanted warlock as he laughed and back away from her. This wasn’t what she was prepared for. She had only heard of the legends of warlocks and never encountered one.

“What do you want?” her voice trembled.

“You tell me, Young Tega,” his devilish grin gave her chills beyond the goosebumps that already claimed her body.

“How do you know my name?”

“Everyone knows the great Tega Kae. A passionate yet inexperienced huntress of the night.”

“Stop dancing circles and answer me, you bastard!”

“What a foul mouth on such a pretty face.”

Her face angered as her insides still shook from the introduction.

“If you prefer a fight instead, then I am happy to oblige.”

“Wait—what?”

A gust of wind knocked Tega back as a hand wrapped around her neck holding her high in the air.

“What’s the matter? Isn’t this what you want?”

“Fuck you!”

He smirked as he pulled her face towards his. Kissing her gently on the lips, he put her feet back on the ground.

“What are you doing?” she backed away from him.

Licking his ice-cold lips, he mumbled a spell causing three witches to appear.

“What?” she looked at the three petite witches that stood in a circle around her.

"Here is some fun until next time," he spoke as he disappeared into the shadows of the night.

Bastard!

Tega remarked as she pulled out her two Magnum revolvers covered in gold biblical inscriptions.

“Ready to play?”

A loud screech sprung from the witches’ mouths as they attacked. Ducking a spell, Tega swirled around on the ground. Mud and rain flew into the air as she danced around them in the puddles. Coming up with the barrel pointing at the witch's chin she fired. The witch disappeared into the air as Tega dashed through her ashes toward the second witch. A fire spell flashed toward her as she spun to the side of it and around the back of the witch. Wrapping her arms around the neck of the witch, she pushed the button on the side of the gun revealing a sharp blade that sprung from the handle. Pulling backward as green blood spilled into the air from the neck of the witch.

The last witch snarled as she watches Tega easily dispose of the other two. Bending down as if to attack, the witch turned and sped off into the darkness.

“Really?” a smirk of satisfaction stretched across Tega’s face.

Pointing the Magnum into the shadows, she pulled the trigger. A shining spark of power flashed in the night as the bullet disappeared into the twilight. A loud yelped sounded as the bullet hit its mark through the heart of the witch.

Tega looked up at the full moon high in the dusk of the night.

Damn.