Knight of Doom

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

When all was said and done, Izzy came out relatively unscathed. Especially as she looked out at the rest of the coven. "I'm fine." She assured Quinn who came to help her. "But I think.... It's over," The scary blue lady was nowhere to be seen.

However, a different problem arose. Izzy wasn't there when the FBI wrecked their old base, but that fact that they had the balls to show up after whatever weird chick almost killed them was another story. Antheia had already moved over to Maya to begin patching her up. Izzy looked around and saw Lyss looking pretty banged up. But she was also surrounded with FBI. Madison was already being helped by the newcomers, but it looked like Lyss was being grilled instead of helped.

It took some effort, but Izzy finally managed to drag herself over to Lyss. While there was some fear of talking to authority figures lingering, she focused on the annoyance that their late arrival. "Excuse me," She said, moving past the two agents. She only gave them a brief glare before focusing on Lyss. "Do you mind if I.." She paused, feeling the eyes of the FBI on her. Actually she'd rather not do that in front of cops. "Nevermind." The healer began to slowly heal Lyss through soft touches. She didn't want to cause any more pains from the wounds.

Their conversation didn't exactly matter to Izzy, but hearing that there was a casualty made her heart drop. Her mind raced to think of who it was, but she stopped it to stay focused on the task at hand.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Izzy was eternally grateful as both Claudette and the ginger from the bar incident (she never did catch her name) came to help her out. As Claudette pulled her away and the other girl enflamed her hands, relief flooded Izzy. She could feel the hot pressure of tears behind her eyes. They really didn't have to do this, but she let her fellow coven member drag her away from the chaos in an orb of darkness. For once in her life, Izzy wasn't afraid of the pitch black.

"Can anyone help me with this? Also with that."

Quinn

Quinn's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. Izzy bit her lip at the blood the two girls were covered in. Antheia on the other hand got straight to work on the girl Izzy had never met before. She looked pretty rough, so Antheia calmly approached and gently placed her hands on the wounded arm. She massaged the area for a bit before placing both hands on the girl's upper arms and rubbing them up and down in a motherly way. "You did good out there darling." Izzy could tell she was helping with the fatigue as well as the wounds.

"I'll burn it shut if you want, sugar. It'll just suck."

Taylor

Izzy's eyes widened. "No! No, it's okay. I got this. She grabbed the girl's shoulder to stop her from inflicting anymore pain. Izzy then took a deep breath and walked towards Quinn, giving her a weak smile. "You gotta stop getting hurt," She made a feeble attempt at a joke before wrapping her arms around the summoner in a hug.

The red head stayed there for awhile, rubbing her back and feeling the wound begin to mend and close. When she pulled back, the wound had fully healed. Both Herik and Maya had entered the bubble of darkness, but had just as quickly left.

Nervously, Izzy wrung her hands together as she could see nothing outside the barrier. She so desperately wanted to know how everyone was and if they were okay. But all she could do was pace around the bubble. Without the comfort of alcohol to dampen her system, Izzy could feel her heart rate and breathing quickening. She could feel her body pulse to her heartbeat.

This fear was different from last night. It wasn't the fear of her own life. It was for the others. She paused her pacing for a moment, mulling that thought over. When did she get so attached to these mean, violent girls who called her names and fought with each other day in and day out?

Antheia glided over to her host, resting her ghostly pink hands on her host. "Love isn't just romantic or sexual you know? There's also familial and platonic love as well." Izzy could feel the voice of Antheia in her head. She just nodded, numbly trying to process everything.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Looking around at the other girls, Izzy felt foolish. Here she was crying on the floor while the others had a better handle on things. But that didn't stop the fact that Izzy had been shaken to her core. They may have experienced shit like this before, fights with other extra normals and near death experiences, but not Izzy. She was just a normal girl with an apparition that could heal. Any normal person in this situation would be terrified!

Antheia appeared after feeling the strong emotions of her host. The apparition did her best to calm Izzy down and somehow managed to get her away from the strip club and back to her own home. For once, Izzy was thankful to Antheia's motherly tendencies. All the crying had worn her out and she passed out as soon as she hit the bed.

Waking up had to be the worst feeling in the world. Her sleep had been restless and filled with nightmares. The overall shitty feeling of a rare mild hangover clung to her as well. Antheia instantly appeared and forced Izzy to get ready for the day. Numbly, Izzy complied. She went through her normal routine, but her mind was constantly on last night. "You have a coven meeting to get to, so come on." Antheia pushed her to the door. Izzy nodded and grabbed her things. She paused a moment, staring at the flask normally in her bag. Antheia only watched in shock as the redhead tossed it into the kitchen sink instead of filling it up.

---

At the Coven meeting, Izzy was unusually quiet. Antheia even stuck around to get the details and make sure Izzy was alright. The more she listened, the more hopeless and useless Izzy felt. She didn't have cool offensive powers like the others, plus given her pathetic display last night she was no use when dealing with an actual threat. All she could do was clean everyone up once they were done. And if they died, then there was nothing she could do about that.

"Whatever we do, I'm not- I can't-" Izzy took a moment to steel herself. Her social anxiety was at an all time high since she was sober for the first time in a long time. Plus the topic matter at hand didn't help any. "I don't think I should be involved in any fights. For obvious reasons." She started out strong, but her words grew mumbled. Antheia nodded, resting a hand on Izzy's shoulder. "We will both do our best to support you guys, but for both strategic and practical reasons we should stay out of the thick of it. As for Blake Schmidt…" Antheia grew angry at the thought of him. "As for that bastard, he will get what's coming to him."

Looking around, Izzy felt her heart clench at the thought of losing any of these girls. Sure there were a few she didn't know well or didn't really get along with, but they were all, in a way, family. So of course with this sentiment in mind, Izzy immediately panicked and froze when the Outsider appeared out of nowhere. She was terrifying, but in an almost beautiful way. It took a splintering chair nearly hitting her to shake Izzy from her stupor. She furiously looked for a place to hide, but the best she could do was hiding behind a counter off to the side. Running away was the best option or so she told herself. For strategic and practical reasons. For strategic and practical reasons. She repeated Antheia's words in her head as if they would somehow resolve the feeling of guilt deep in her gut.

"Deep breaths," Antheia reminded her, glancing over the counter to keep an eye on things. Izzy realized she was hyperventilating and tried to steady her breathing, but the sounds of yelling and breaking didn't help. "You have to help yourself before you can help others," Antheia continued to reassure her host. Izzy felt the tears stinging her eyes, but managed to keep them down this time and focus on her breathing. This time… this time she would redeem herself. Even if it was just a little bit, she would use her ability to help the Coven.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Izzy tried to keep focus as chaos erupted around her. There was a gun pulled and a wall of fire thrown up only to start the sprinklers. The ropes were beginning to finally fray as Izzy got soaked from above. But as luck would have it, some dickwad kicked her in the head. Izzy's knife skid across the slick floor as her body heavily fell to the side. She tried to reorient herself, and noticed the gun pointed at her. Instinctively, she curled up bringing her arms up to protect her head. Oh god. This was it. She was gonna die on the floor of a strip club basement.

Click

Izzy flinched, expecting pain. After a moment of nothing, she looked up to see Lyss start to beat the shit out of the Vampire. Relief flooded Izzy's system, and she shakily crawled over to retrieve her knife. She flinched hard once again as Maya decided to break everyone's eardrums. This fucking sucked. This FUCKING SUCKS. Izzy was about ready to just fucking give up and lie in a fucking puddle until someone killed her, but out of the corner of her eye she saw Quinn stumble over.

"Got your back... Go... Go get 'em."

Quinn

She barely managed to hear through the ringing. But, with the way she was stumbling and shaking, Quinn wasn't exactly the picture of optimism. However, just having someone watch her back was enough to give Izzy the motivation to continue cutting the girl from her binds. She gave a slow nod to her covenmate and with difficulty began back at her job. The knife was slippery and Izzy's hands were shaking, so progress was even slower.

The ropes finally fell away, and Izzy felt a rush of happiness run through you. Which of course was instantly decimated as the girl she had just released began screaming and a bright orange light briefly blinded Izzy. She could only stare wide eyed as the space in front of her was empty. Looking around the room, it seemed as though all the bound girls had disappeared.

"What the FUCK is going on," Izzy whispered, as hot tears welled up in her eyes. The mix of frustration, fear, and alcohol finally got to her. Her makeup had already be ruined by the sprinklers, and soon tears began to mix with the cold water on her skin. She couldn't do much but grip her knife and watch as the fight seemed to cool down. Izzy really didn't understand who or what they were talking about, but it sounded like something big was going on. Izzy was tired, though. She brought her knees into her chest and laid her head on top of them. She took in a deep shaky breath trying to calm down-

CRASH

Please no.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

"You know you'd be shaking your ass here too. Oh, wait."

Madison

Izzy stuck her tongue out and flipped Madison off. "Rude." She then turned her attention to the bottom of the stairs. Izzy had to stand on her toes, and crane her neck to get a look at what was going on. Upon seeing the bound girls and vampires, she squeaked and hid back behind the group.

Immediately, everyone was taking action and shit started happening. Izzy had to avert her eyes from the naked one. "Please put some clothes on dude. I've seen a lot of naked guys before, but you're gonna burn out my retinas." She gagged.

Once the entrance became clear, Izzy flipped open her knife and ran to the nearest girl. She decided to focus on cutting the girls free and getting them out of there. The binds took a bit of work to get through though, especially since her knife wasn't the sharpest. It had dulled through being used to open packages and letters.

Izzy hoped that the others would take care of the vampires, but braced herself for an attack just in case.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Izzy genuinely didn’t know who the hell those two older ladies were or why the group decided to hide after seeing them. Maybe Maya was into older ladies? So far, that seemed to be her taste. ”Damn, old flames? That’s rough,” Izzy patted Maya’s shoulder in comfort. ”Nothing that a little alcohol won’t solve though,”

As the group made their way to the back, Izzy noticed how most of her coven-mates were already pretty drunk. Oof, lightweights. Well, one thing was for certain, Izzy wasn’t going to be babysitting them. She had had a rough day already and definitely wasn’t in the mood to play the responsible one. They were all adults though, they can handle themselves.

The security at this club really sucked since this group of clearly drunk idiots managed to get to the backstage area. Oh well, it worked in their favor. Izzy gave Madison a big thumbs up and a wink when she finally came out. Maya was already heaping on the compliments, but Madison didn’t exactly look pleased.

“Want to join us for drinks if you’re done working? They’re on me.”

Maya

”Whoa, drinks are on you? Since when? I hope you’re ready to empty that fat wallet of yours Maya, cause I’m not holding back tonight,” Izzy giggled, placing her hands on Maya’s shoulder and leaning in for a brief moment.

"... The fuck? Why the fuck are ya'll here?"

Madison

Oops. Madison seemed pissed.

"Oh my God, please, please, please don't tell anyone about this. Please."

Madison

To be fair, Izzy kinda knew about Madison working here. She had been here once before, but had yeeted it out the door when she saw her coven-mate was nearly nude on stage. That was pretty early in the coven days though, so Izzy most definitely wasn’t ready to have that conversation. Plus Izzy really didn’t want to get sexual with the coven. She had drawn a line in the sand.

”Don’t worry about it. I already been knew.” Izzy waved a hand dismissively at Madison’s concern. ”Besides, we’re all sisters here,”

The scream seemed to pull everyone out of the conversation.

"Come on, girls. We gotta go help her, no matter how drunk we are."

Lyss

”Ooo, adventure! I’m in,” Izzy bounced on the balls of her toes in excitement. Then, noticing Lyss grabbing stripper props, Izzy grabbed her small knife from her bra and kept it hidden in her palm. Security really did suck here. But that’s why she always came prepared.

As the group moved down the stairs, Izzy stuck to the back of the pack. The others actually had useful abstractions for a fight. ”Is it just me, or are there literally no security guards here? Couldn’t you have picked a safer place to shake your ass Madison?” Izzy complained, trying to keep her voice down.

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I'd be okay continuing

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Izzy could barely pay attention to the rest of the coven’s meeting with Antheia chewing her ass out off to the side. And unfortunately not in the literal way. Antheia furiously ranted to Izzy with things like:

”You ruined a perfectly good marriage is what you did,”

“Can you keep it in your pants for more than TWO MINUTES?”

And Izzy’s personal favorite:

“SERIOUSLY?!?! IN FRONT OF HIS WIFE?!?!”

What really ended the lecture was when things took a too real turn. “Izzy you can’t just keep having sex with people and toying with people’s feelings and expect to feel love.”

”Really Antheia? You think I tried to fuck Blake to try and feel love? I tried to fuck him for the money,” Izzy snapped at the pink cloud of smoke. Then she lowered her voice to a mumble so that Antheia could only hear through their shared mental link. ”You know I neck deep in debt.

Antheia sighed and got closer to the red head’s face. “Listen hon, I know what you were trying to do with Blake was for the money, but I also know that your other trysts have just been a coping mechanism. At least try a serious relationship at some point.” Izzy rolled her eyes and refused to speak, instead opting to listen to the tail-end of the meeting. Antheia once again sighed and poofed out of existence to do whatever the spirit of love did in her free time.

”I’m down for the strip club. I really need to blow off some steam.” Izzy piped up. After Antheia’s lecture, Izzy was ready to get fucking smashed tonight and maybe find a cute girl to take home. She was getting kinda tired of sleeping with small dicked, no-talent, one-pump wonders.

---

Ah, the eternal question of what to wear. While pickings were slim, luckily a new package came in today. It was some new clothes from her mom’s fashion company. In return for being a walking, talking advertisement, Izzy’s mom always sent her the new clothing line for her brand for free. In a way her mom was basically her first sponsor. Choosing a plaid crop top and black skirt with chain details, Izzy changed out her makeup to something darker to match the outfit. With all that sorted out, she began the process of taking a few pictures to post on her instagram. This all ended up taking way longer than expected, so by the time she was out the door, she knew everyone was already at the club. Oh well, better to be fashionably late than early.

Upon arriving at the strip club, Izzy seamlessly made her way around the crowd. Unfortunately, this wasn’t her usual place. For one, Madison worked here and Izzy didn’t want to accidentally get in her pants while intoxicated. Also Izzy was usually the one dancing and grinding on others, not the other way around. Speaking of Madison, it seems like Izzy was right on time to see Madison taking the stage and shaking her ass. She was pretty good at it too, but that was kinda to be expected since it’s her job. First thing’s first though, Izzy slid over to the bar to get a drink. The cute bartender quickly came over to take her order. After a bit of flirting, Izzy ordered 6 shots of Jäger to get things rolling.

As soon as she was served the shots, Izzy downed them in record time. The guy next to her with his friend watched in amazement as she pounded them back. “You gonna be alright there babe?” He asked, his eyes still wide open. Izzy simply grinned and winked at them. ”Oh I’ll be fine, I’m just getting started.”

With that she melded back into the crowd to spot her fellow coven members. ”Hey girls, how we feelin’ tonight?” Izzy slid into the group, resting her arm on the new girl’s shoulder. Izzy didn’t catch her name, but did see her amongst the coven members while Antheia was chewing her out. ”Damn, you look good Lyss. You should wear that lipstick more often, it suits you.”

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Izzy was startled as Emily yanked her away from the conversation and started chewing her out. Well apparently Phillis had noticed. Damn it Maya. Maybe it was her own mistake for trusting Maya to be distracting. Izzy only half listened to Emily’s rant, partially because the vodka she downed was hitting hard and partially because she was used to this kind of thing. Emily being explosively angry at someone was a daily thing. However, her ears perked up at the idea of finding Phillis. Time for step two of her rich sugar couple plan.

”Sure,” Izzy shrugged, flashing a grin to Emily. Girls being angry at Izzy for sleeping with their significant other was a common occurrence. It was a shame that most people flipped shit rather than offering a threesome. Something about ‘Commitment’ and ‘Trust’ with all these relationships. It was difficult for her to grasp.

Unfortunately, step two of Izzy’s plan was soon thrown out the window as soon as Phillis came back followed by Maya. Both were disheveled to a degree that Izzy was intimately familiar with. Whoops. Looks like Maya got to the punch before Izzy.

"Since you seem to love all these little whores!"

Phillis

The red head winked as Phillis shot a glare at her. Things were rolling downhill quickly, but that wouldn’t stop Izzy from trying until the very end. If she played her cards right there was always the option for hate sex. That always added a fun flavor to the bedroom. And… oop, Phillis has powers now. Nothing particularly interesting, but still the irony of Blake’s wife becoming awakened was not lost on her. Izzy had to cover her mouth to hide her silent laughter, instead acting like she was shocked.

Blake then got pissed. So pissed he crushed the wine glass in his hand and started bleeding. Yikes. But to be fair, he kinda had it coming. Everyone knew he was fucking his secretaries.

"I'M REDACTING THE OFFER! ALL OF YOU, GET OUT OF HERE!"

Blake

Fuck.

FUCK.

Well, this will be difficult to recover from.

“Are you sure you don’t want Izzy to heal you first?”

Maya

While Maya was most definitely throwing her under the bus, but Izzy just sighed. ”I mean, to be fair to me. I was hoping for a hot threesome.” She pouted, crossing her arms. ”But it sounds like you guys have some things to work out. Let me know if you ever want to take me up on that offer.” Izzy threw a peace sign and wink before turning and rapidly walking away from the situation. Mostly to avoid Emily who looked like she was about to throw her off the building.

Recollections: The Coven [COMPLETED]

Izzy couldn't help the sly grin on her face when she heard Blake's response. She made sure to glance over at Phillis who was occupied with Maya. It was a little risky with his wife right there, but Izzy had a plan. She knelt in front of Mr. Schmidt and took out a small scrap piece of paper from her bag. It had someone's number scrawled on it, but she had forgotten who gave it to her. Then she gently grabbed Blake's hand and massaged it for a second.

"Sorry this might hurt for a second, but I'll make it worth the pain." She gave him a wink before quickly drawing the scrap paper over the pad of his pointer finger. Izzy held his hand firmly to prevent him from pulling it away. After a few seconds, a thin line of blood appeared along the paper cut. "It's just a normal paper cut, see?" She said letting him examine it like she was a magician performing a trick. "Now comes the magic."

Izzy looked up into Mr. Schmidt's eye as she brought his finger to her lips. She kissed the tip of his finger, letting Antheia's magic flow through her lips to the wound. It didn't take long to heal, but Izzy wanted to go the extra mile. She let her lips wrap around the tip of his finger and let her tongue play with it teasingly while still keeping eye contact. It was subtle, so hopefully unseen by Mrs. Schmidt. Plus Maya would most likely have her full attention. After all, the other Asian girl could be almost as captivating as Izzy if she tried.

After a moment, the red head pulled away and gave her best bedroom smile for a moment before returning to her normal grin. "See? All better." She let go of his hand to let him inspect it. "I have an apparition tied to me that allows me to heal wounds through affectionate acts. I know a paper cut isn't much, but I didn't want to hurt you sir." Izzy finally stood up from her kneeling position and dusted her knees off. "I can do way worse injuries as well. Just the other week, I healed a bullet wound, but the more severe the wound the more intimate the act needs to be or more time is needed to heal it."

Izzy explained her ability the way Antheia had explained it to her. It had taken a while for Izzy to actually grasp how the magic worked and how to use it, but according to Antheia it was because she was 'the dumbest, most incapable person I've ever had the displeasure of knowing' (Antheia's exact words).

As Izzy returned to her seat, she could still feel the alcohol running its course through her body. However, years of experience made the drunk good at keeping her balance. Once she sat down, she leaned backwards and let her body soak up the Florida rays. Now all she had to do was monitor Blake's reaction closely and make sure no one managed to ruin the good relationship she was building with this all powerful rich man.