Baby Goo, Baby eww

　　Irena’s POV

　　We got the witch over to one of my warehouses and tied her down with restraints that negated her abilities.

　　There was no use in talking to her, she was never going to reveal any of the things she knew, and torture wouldn’t work I would have to go into her mind and fish out the information I need for myself.

　　But it would certainly help me, not to mention if I was going into the mind of a formidable witch such as this it would help to break her body as much as I can.

　　I proceeded to torture the bitch, relishing every bit of it as she cried out in pain.

　　She begged and she pleaded, but not for me to stop.

　　She begged for ‘the mother’ to give her the strength she needed to endure this ordeal until the end, but no amount of strength could ever be enough to empower her through what I was putting her through.

　　I could see it in her eyes, the fight leaving her, she was slowly letting go, slowly losing her resolve.

　　I continued to put her through hell until she could no longer cry, no longer scream, she could no longer fight.

　　It was finally time to invade her mind, it was finally time to extract all the information she had in there.

　　I looked into her dead eyes and gazed beyond them, I looked into her soul and she had so much to tell, so much to show.

　　She had joined the cult as a woman looking for a source of power in a world where she always felt powerless, she had three sons and shot up the ranks rather quickly due to her willingness and eagerness to sacrifice all three of them to the one they call ‘the mother’ the witch of Bloodville herself, Agatha of Bloodville, who had once sworn by the blood of her sister Agnes, that she would one day be the death of me, I’d like to see her try.

　　As I looked deeper, I found that as a high-ranking member she was privy to one very juicy piece of information, Agatha’s new source of power, her ultimate sacrifice, her child.

　　I’m glad I didn’t go too far with the torture because the next bit of information was vital, it seemed as though Agatha had fallen pregnant for some poor sap, and murdered the father, she had preserved the father of her child and throughout the term of her pregnancy, she had fed on the father and finally she birthed a misshapen creature, that creature gives Agatha her power, she feeds it with the children of her disciples and it empowers her.

　　Agatha could never lay eyes on the child, something in her still felt some semblance of a mother’s compassion for the calamitous creature that she had birthed from within herself, and as such she had the higher ranking members amongst her cult following feed the thing.

　　And this witch I had in my custody knew exactly where I could find the so-called ‘child of the mother’. I have all the pieces in place, now I can plan an attack.

　　Seeing how heavily guarded this thing is in its location, going in guns blazing wouldn’t be the move, we wanted to lure out the witch of Bloodville and catch her in a trap, using her child-like creature as bait.

　　And we couldn’t hope to achieve such a feat if we simply burst in, killing everything in sight.

　　We needed to plan out our next move to absolute perfection, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to remove a very powerful piece from the board at this stage in the game and we had to take it.

　　I took my time picking out the members of my heist team.

　　This time I didn’t need over fifty vampires, I only needed five including myself.

　　Magnus and his team had just returned from a raid on an area that had a spike in armada activities, so he was my first choice for who I wanted by my side during the heist, and he was all too happy to oblige.

　　Carlos came along too as well as August and a vampire called Rita who was loaned to me from Countess Shiva’s ranks, I took her along because she was the fastest, probably as fast as I am, and if it came down to it, we would need a bit of speed to get away with the child in hand.

　　Carlos looked up the details of the building I had seen in the mind of the witch we had captured.

　　And next came the stakeout.

　　Before performing our heist, we had to spend many hours watching the comings and goings of the building, we had to know the guard shift schedules and feeding intervals to find the perfect window to move in and move out without being spotted or detected.

　　It took us two days of patiently watching, calmly observing.

　　We learned that the child of the mother took meals at intervals up to sixteen times a day and the guard shifts were very tight when they switched, the guards on duty would have to wait until their replacement guards came, then they would all guard together for a while before they were allowed to be relieved of their duties.

　　It took a while but we finally recognized a patterned opening, very slim for an opening, but an opening nonetheless. Between the child’s third meal of the day and the fourth guard shift, there was a small opening, where all the guards had to give room for a senior ranking member of the cult to drain the child of the power it had gathered to deliver it to Agatha of Bloodville, the mother.

　　Only one head witch handled the procedure and all other members were not allowed to witness this process.

　　And only after the lead witch left could the guards return to their positions, but it only took them about a hundred and eighty seconds to get in and out with the child.

　　The doors were always kept locked by an automated door that generated a four-digit code whenever it was exposed to a particular device, but that was no problem for Carlos after Carlos gets the doors open, we would have a hundred and twenty seconds left to get in, get the child, and get out, all while avoiding traps that would have been set up because Agatha is a paranoid bitch.

　　We had set up all the things that we needed and it was finally time for our heist, we got into place and waited patiently for our window of opportunity, convenient that it came, when the child would have just been drained because otherwise, the child would’ve been impossible to touch as I learned while rummaging through that witch’s mind that, the source of that black substance comes as a form of excrement that oozes from the skin of the child, it starts as black thick goo and can then be molded using the arts, into any shape or form they needed, that black goo is what Fabian’s men drank to get stronger to match my vampires and me in battle and was also heavily implemented in turning Fabian Ruiz into a harbinger of chaos.

　　The guards were dismissed and the senior witch came in to perform her duties while we lay in wait.

　　She took her sweet time draining the child of the black goo as there was a whole ceremonial process that needed to be followed religiously.

　　After she was done, she left and locked the door behind her.

　　This was our moment to move in, we were at the door in a matter of seconds, Rita got there first and I followed closely, then August and Magnus, and Carlos both reached the door at the same time.

　　We had to utilize our precious and fast dwindling one hundred and eighty seconds to the max.

　　Carlos got to work hacking the door, he managed to open it in thirty seconds rather than he initially projected sixty seconds giving us a bit more time, one hundred and fifty seconds that’s an extra thirty seconds added to the one hundred and twenty we had originally programmed ourselves for.

　　Carlos had just given us a much-needed boost with his brilliant mind and skill with his devices.

　　We were just about to make our way into the room that housed the child when suddenly we heard footsteps approaching from the hallway in front of us, it was the senior witch, she must’ve left something behind and was on her way back to retrieve it, our enhanced vampire senses and speed gave us an advantage and the element of surprise.

　　A few quick looks between us and at the same time, Rita and I bolted towards the child, while Magnus and August rushed at the witch to kill her and discard her body quickly enough that the guards wouldn’t notice anything out of place.

　　For us to consider this plan a complete success, the guards would have to be left watching over an empty room until it was time for the next feeding.

　　We reached the altar where the child lay, I had seen it in the mind of the witch we captured but to behold it in person still left me shocked, not to mention what it would’ve done to Rita.

　　The smell was beyond putrid, it was thick and heavy and seemed to force its way into our nostrils even though we held our breaths.

　　It was so bad we could taste it and the sounds it made were so sharp and disorienting that it felt like its shrieks were tearing through our skins, that explains why it’s kept behind a soundproof room and door.

　　And the sight of it a misshapen premature fetus, it was wrinkly and fat and covered in black goo, it was wrinkly and almost completely hairless aside from tiny strands of hair here and there across its body.

　　It had stumps where its limbs were supposed to be and smaller stumps occupied the positions reserved for fingers and toes.

　　The sight of it made us sick to our stomachs. It was vertigo inducing figure to behold.

　　The effects it had on us were only made worse by our heightened vampire senses.

　　A true assault on the senses.

　　And now we had to grab it, it had been drained of all of its black goo and would need to feed to produce more but it still had traces of the goo seeping through its disgusting wrinkles, so touching it with our bare hands would be a bad idea.

　　We prepared for this eventuality though.

　　We both steadied ourselves and pulled out rubber gloves a pair each.

　　We then proceeded to wrap it in multiple trash bags before throwing it into a duffel bag, it screamed so piercingly that our ears bled, but that was the job.

　　We wrapped it up nicely enough and rushed out of there.

　　Carlos locked the door behind us and planted a bug that would listen to their conversations and wipe our activities from the CCTV footage.

　　We had everything we needed and we came for and we were home free.

　　We made our way to our getaway vehicle and zoomed off laughing at the thought of our smoothly executed heist.

　　“Well, that was easy,” Magnus quipped as we zoomed off.

　　“Witches are dumb,” August responded.

　　“Yeah, it was but now comes the hard part,” I answered as I made eye contact with Magnus.

　　“Fuck the hard part, when’s the drinking part?” Magnus questioned as he opened the glove compartment of the car and pulled out a bottle of whisky he had stashed there without my knowledge.

　　“When did you put that in there?” Carlos was shocked that Magnus had a drink in his car.

　　“I’ve got a stash everywhere,” Magnus said giggling, causing everyone to laugh and even Rita who had tried to maintain an air of seriousness being from Shiva’s numbers couldn’t help but chuckle at the moment.

　　We deserved to chuckle, we deserved a little bit of laugh and we deserved some of that whisky if Magnus would share.

　　We had been through quite a lot this past month, but maybe finally we were seeing a breakthrough in this war we were fighting.

　　Could this be the turning point we’ve been waiting for all this time, or are we in for more surprises?