[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

I pull myself up to my feet ... my battered body shudders in protest and I take a long deep breath ... The rain has cleansed my face although it'll be a while before the swelling goes down and the purplish bruises fade. I refuse to give in to the pain and I climb cat-like up to the top of the black marble base of the Dark Angel statue.

I stand in front of the Dark Angel with my arms outstretched like inked wings. My toes curl over the edge of the base as I scan the horizon ... searching ... searching for ... for who? Who else but the one who loves to gamble ... gamble with dice ... the Sister who summoned us all here.

"Kate? Where are you, Kate? E taka nas naj...nah sus gah nilpa! Come let me thank you in person in a really special way for the invitation!"

[Alix_Fights]

We tear at each others ruined, muddy, rain soaked hair, ripping out strands and howling at each other in pain, anger and frustration.  I dig my nails into her scalp, hearing her screech and then having it done right back to me.  We dance and stagger in the slimy mud, naked except for our mud soaked panties, our abused breasts mashing and grinding in a hateful compression. "I'll ruin you, you pathetic, disgusting, mortal copy of a hateful witch" I scream as we slam hips and knees into each other.  We get each other off balance, and fall locked together not only onto the wet mud, but to squirming, battling bodies of other despised sisters.  A cacophony of curses erupts, from our mouths and others, but whose voices are they, and whose bodies are now squirming against ours?

[lexibabe]

we hold each other in kind of. a weird. dance

your screech of defiance. fils the air

it gives me pyre pleasure knowing that I am the cause of your defiance

our breast slap and fight between us

bitch. I'll finish you off,i hiss back

we are closer to the church, other witches are close screeching and having their own. umm issues

suddenly I slam into someone from the side, losing my balance. and down I go,,but dragging the screeching sharpie. with me

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[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

Thinking Erin will help me defeat the Spanish witch I let my guard down letting her grab my hair and pull me between her legs as she reverse rolls on my face straddling me as slaps my 44dds I bite and claw at her inner and out thights

[Alix_Fights]

I struggle to regain my footing, but cannot, the tangling legs and bodies of others in battle upsetting my balance as I lose my grip on Lexi.  My head turns sharply with a pain never before felt, either as a witch or mortal, and my head snaps to one side, my essence frozen in time, stunned.  Once more, I feel a blow, this time to my forehead, seeing an unidentifiable muddy foot crashing against my head.  The last sound I perceive in either life sphere is the snapping of my own neck, and I'm done.  My presence transforms yet again, this time into a vague mist as I float upwards, not having consciousness in either plane anymore, doomed.  I dissolve, neither a witch or mortal any longer, totally defeated.  It is over for ...  Alix.

[Erin Lee]

Nicely seated on your face and with the Spanish witch seemingly out of the fight, i'm confident to finish this.

Can't deny i'm weary, scratched to bits by Lauren, bitten by each n everyone who's attacked me and yet, and yet, i'm still standing. Well seated but you know what i mean right?
Slapping your big tits with lefts and rights sends the sound of spanked flesh echoing around the graveyard. You are one big tough witch but i ain't scared to take you on, 'specially when i can take you down with a sneak attack. Hey, i'm not stooopid.

You start to scratch and bite at my thighs. I gasp in pain but as the night nears daybreak i'm determind to finish you off.

I suddenly lift up off your face and stand upright, but only for a very brief moment before i drop my full weight back down onto your face. I wriggle and squirm, really working your face with my tight butt. Then i lean forwards, bunch my right hand into a fist and drive it hard at your kitty. "You are finished witch" i hisss

[Miss Hell for leather lynx]

As Erin suffocates me with her butt and punches my kitty I claw and scratch the wind howling my name as my real sister's come to take me to the afterlife a take my covenant ring of and hand it to Erin as I let my life force fade asI go Erin avenge my covenant the air say's

[Erin Lee]

As the witch Lynx fades away i see six phantoms appear out of the mist. They gather her up and escort her to the afterlife.

I stand, a bit shakily and lean back against a gravestone. Then i summon Grimalkin to me.

This fight of the witches deserves some music and the deconsecrated church is just the place for it, so i command Grimalkin to go and get Nightwish and the incomparable Floor Jansen to bring it to a crescendo.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kAFxLXqP8UM


Let's take this last ride together!!

[Lauren (Tatt Cat)]

As I stand on the statue’s base scanning the horizon, the rain pours down even harder, the heavens rumble and grow darker … The deafening claps of thunder make the cement and marble headstones shiver and tremble. A strange urge flashes in my woozy brain … an  order from the Voice that must be obeyed … commanding me to climb …

My hated Sisters now forgotten, all thought of them drowned out by that Voice … I move behind the Dark Angel and without any hesitation begin to climb up her back … My fingers and toes help me navigate the wet slippery surface of the statue and I make the ascent effortlessly. Within moments I’m standing, perched on the cold stone shoulders of the Dark Angel.

I straighten up to my full height and fold my arms across my naked heaving breasts imitating the Angel whose shoulders I’m perched upon. I close my eyes and smile grimly without humor and nod my head at the command that now pierces my consciousness. I slowly outstretch my arms as if they are wings, bend my knees a bit, my bare feet gripping the Angel’s stone shoulders …

“Krad drol i ma gnimoc! Ekat siht luos sa sruoy!”

I propel myself out and forward off the Angel as if in flight … Instead of soaring up into the heavens the dark earth below me opens up into a never ending abyss of black nothingness … Still in flight before the abyss swallows me up, my essence disintegrates into sparkling tiny flashes of light like hundreds of flickering candle flames that suddenly with no warning … poof … the essence of Lauren the Wanderer is gone from this plane of existence ... for now .......

[lexibabe]

I hear Alex. groan, and she starts to dissolve right before my eyes, lkind of like an alkaline seltzer..plop plop. fizz fiizz,  and it is a relief

then looking around,,,I see some of the other bitches,,ohh I mean witches. start to vanish,,,will I be next,,I'm not feeling my best

the area. looks like. when your tv screen.  fucks up with all the goofy lines flicking across, it,,,,, noooooo,i wail,,starting to standard falls again,,I start to crawl to where I think safety will be

to the church.. I'm going to make it I think, almost there,,,,iv'e outlasted them all

then every thing vanishes..,,{hmmm guess I did' ent make it after all}

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Our night is drawing to close and yet my lust for violence and blood remains unsatiated. So many of my sisters have I fought tonight yet too many have eluded me. It is as I feared, the real enemy we all fought tonight was time and as power as the Thirteen are, even we can’t defeat time. As for me the last memory I have tonight is of kneeing Lynx in the face, but after that my memory is hazy. What happened to me I do not know, yet the smirk on our Dark Lords face fills my heart with suspicion and anger.

Yet the night is not yet over, so dressed only in torn lingerie, mud and decay…I venture out from the dead lands and head towards a stature of a Dark Angel. With every step, I scan the horizon for signs of my sisters. However the blood moon that heralded our night of vengeance is waining and I feel the pact of sisterhood, our coven begin to reassert its will over me. Yet, I refuse to submit quietly to its power! I will end the night with my nails buried in the face of a sister…even if it’s the last thing I do!

(Sorry for my disappearance, had some unexpected issues to contend with)

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

As I walk towards the statue of the Angel, I sense a presence…a foul stench permeates the air. I look around but all I see is shadow and darkness. Cautiously I continue towards the Angel…but then it happens. Sulking in the shadows like a rat, Amy sees her chance to attack from behind. Amy leaps onto my back and places her considerable weight onto my shoulder blades (Bitch could definitely lose a few lbs). Her left arm snakes around my neck, while her right hand rakes her nails across my face. The sting is vicious and poisonous, fresh red lines are tunnelled into my skin and I scream with rage.

“Ow Amy you cowardly whore, I fucking hate you bitch!”

But even as I scream at you, my body begins to fall backwards and I painfully I slam the back of your body into the ground. The ground is unforgiving and the impact shudders through your body, while the sudden shock of the fall causes you to release your hold of me, I do not hesitate to attack. I frantically reposition and straddle you and while looking down at you. I bury my nails into your face and begin to scratch at it with joy in my eyes and as I look at you, I hiss:

“Sister…let’s end this night with our nails buried in each other’s faces! Let’s scratch and bite until our blood moon is no more…you fucking dirty whore!”

[marlu Queen]

That fucking witch Lynx treacherously attacked me, separating me from the witch Erin... but I could see how the bitch Erin managed to defeat Lynx... I try to get up from the mud and grabbing Erin's right tit, I dig my nails in hard... Be there. It will be my last attack before the night ends, but my claws will finish their work with Erin

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

My face is a bloody mess! Red lines chaotically scar every inch of my once beautiful face, yet I’ve never felt so alive and endured such painful pleasure. While I wanted to kill my sisters, I must admit that this night of catfighting was more satisfying than I anticipated. However my plea from earlier to the Dark Lord remains denied. I may yearn to kill Amy, however unless she yearns for the same…our Dark Lord will never risk losing one of his thirteen.

But then suddenly I feel your bony hand turn my head towards the east, the suns rays wake me from my stupor and I scream:

“Let go of me sister…..NOW YOU BITCH!”

We begin to push each other frantically and slap each other’s faces, once again our nails dig into each other’s scalps and we begin to roll around  on the floor at the feet of our Dark Lord. We both frantically pull at and out each other’s hair, while we spit and curse each other. However with only minutes left until the pact of sisterhood takes control and brings our clash to a close. I can’t help to wonder just what does Amy want? My desire to fight her one on one, to the death is well known to our Dark Lord. Yet if Amy has any desires, boons to request of our Dark Lord? Now is the time to make them! Is it me Amy yearns to destroy the most or has another sister won that pleasure?

[KateA - The Devil In Heels]

Well our poll has officially closed and wow the results were truly astonishing, almost magical in fact and perhaps that is fitting considering the poll’s Halloween theme. I personally have loved reading every single post made and I thank everyone who participated and supported this poll. As for the Thirteen and any future one on one clashes…who knows, but I suspect there is definitely some bad blood between us that will be addressed one way or another!