When the witches woke on the ground, they were alone, only the three of them. They were disoriented and dazed, but above all else, they were hungry.
They felt this insatiable appetite. Their throats burning with thirst. Blood. That's the only thing they could think about. Warm. Fresh. Blood.
They needed it and they needed it fast.
But where? They couldn't take anyone from the coven, not yet anyways. The nearest human village was far, a few miles.
Could they run it?
"I heard vampires have enhanced speed and endurance, you think we could run to the village that's like three miles from here?"
"We won't know until we try." The old Crone said. When she spoke the other two jerked their head and stared at her in disbelief.
The Crone was younger. Instead of looking 110, she looked like she was in her mid 50's.
"Oh my god." The Maiden whispered, she almost slipped up and said goddess but remembered her blood bond and Ezelreth's words and corrected herself.
