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mama and the mothman
Pola Wicht || 25 || Watcher || Unemployed
WHO IS SHE? Pola Wicht has only ever been concerned with one thing, and that is fitting in with herself. She doesn’t care what others think of her...or at least that’s what she tells herself. Her entire life up until she was eighteen was about being a Wicht, and using the family blessing for doing good things. She was supposed to take people’s pain away, to help them be more comfortable. She was supposed to become a doctor in order to take over her family’s medical practise. Her family would’ve been fine with her doing anything regarding the use of the family blessing. Unfortunately for Pola, fate is a capricious bastard, and Pola ended up accidentally finding a loophole within the blessing that grants her the ability to inflict pain during a scary moment in her life. She managed to keep the loophole a secret for a week before accidentally harming her own sister in an argument, and when her family found out, she was immediately disowned and disinherited from the Wicht family.
She made her way to Pirn, feeling the distinct energy that permeates the area, and she’s made a life there. She isn’t a town favorite— only because people aren’t sure what her deal is. She’s a little broody and off-putting, but she works hard...at the things she’s interested in. Pola is secretive, and this is another reason that most folks are wary of her. But there are a few folks in Pirn that know Pola’s intentions are generally good. She’s only human, and she’s doing her best, despite the handicap that’s thrown her life wildly off course. WRITING PROMPT The day had gone fine. Had it been perfect? Not necessarily, but it was just….fine. Pola Wicht was more of a night owl, finding solace and comfort in the moon’s gentle caress of the world, just like so many others living in Pirn.
However, there were other kinds of people and creatures that lurked in the night that weren’t so friendly, and the vampire Anatol Nowak was exactly what Pola didn’t want to encounter. She’d met the man on her way to Pirn all those years ago while being stranded on the road with a car issue. He had fixed the issue, but he’d requested payment in the form of blood, and he’d been less than friendly from that moment on throughout the encounter. To pay him back for his incivility, she’d caused him a horrible amount of pain before taking off in her car. She had narrowly escaped being the creepy bastard’s snack.
Evidently, tonight was the night he intended to tie up loose ends.
Pola had been aware of him following her around the moment night fell. Unfortunately for the poor bastard, meeting him had given Pola the best life advice anyone could ever receive— carry a wooden stake and a knife in your pocket or purse. In this case, Pola carried both in a secret pocket she’d sewed into her jean jacket.
She played the part of unaware human well, so that when Anatol jumped at her seemingly out of thin air on the steps of her front porch, he hadn’t expected her to whirl around so readily with her wooden stake, which she jousted forwards. The old vampire skipped backwards a step, with an enraged hiss, and Pola didn’t waste a single second in throwing the knife from her pocket, landing it straight into Anatol’s undead chest, the blade narrowly missing his unbeaten heart. It was a better toss than she’d intended to make, but it shocked the vampire for a few precious seconds.
Pola took those few seconds to leap from the top of her steps with a grunt of effort, and she attempted to drive her wooden stake into her enemy’s unprotected chest. She wasn’t so lucky as she had been with the knife, however, and she was thrown hard into the ground. The wind was ousted from her lungs on impact, and she laid there trying to catch her breath, wheezing and gasping as Anatol stood over her, making sure not to touch her.
“You had a good start, Pola. If only you were fast enough. Alas, you find yourself only a human with a severely fucked up curse.” The predator clicked his tongue in distaste, “I learned from you, last I saw you. You need physical touch to do what you did to me. I’m surprised you didn’t get me just now, now that I think about it.”
By the end of his monologue, Pola had brought herself to her feet, back facing Anatol. She could feel his ego inflating with every word he spoke, and that annoyed every fiber of her being. If there was one thing Pola hated most, it was inflated egos.
“So what are you going to do about it, Anatol?” She asked him. When she turned to look at him, her gruesome blessing had immediately activated itself, and the vampire choked on pain that made him crumple and fold onto the ground like a brittle leaf. Her wide pupils glowed a deep red in the darkness, giving a sinister look to her unreadable expression. Against her better nature, she held the vampire under the power of her blessing, though at this point, she’d considered it a curse for years. Her lips pressed into a thin line, and she approached the vampire swiftly, nudging his tense pain-riddled body so that he lay on his back.
Pola inhaled through her nose, and spoke sternly, “I don’t think you can actually do anything, Anatol. Your first mistake was thinking you could come into this town and make me your midnight meal without any consequences. Your second mistake was believing that I only have one way of causing you the most insane pain you’ve ever experienced.” Her eyes intensified and so did the pain she inflicted on Anatol, causing him to jolt and go stiff, “I don’t need to hold the threat of death over you to scare you.” Pola touched the tip of her wooden stake to the vampire’s chest lazily.
“I just need you to never forget what I can put you through.” She spoke coldly. Pola stood up straight, putting her stake in her pocket, and prying her knife out of Anatol’s chest, holding it in her fist, knuckles white with how hard she gripped the hilt.
Okay, that’s enough! I don’t need to prolong this— he gets the point!
Her brows came together in a frustrated expression, and finally after a couple of short minutes fighting with her own ability, Pola was able to release the vampire from it. His body went limp then, his mind trying to comprehend what his body had just been put through. Pola boldly stepped over him, despite the fact that she wasn’t sure if she’d accomplished what she’d wanted to. To her surprise, by the time she’d gotten to her front door and looked over her shoulder to where he would be lying, he was gone. Scared away by one human and her terrifying blessing-turned-curse.
Mission accomplished.
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