The Hunter's Vampire {Re-writing}

Chapter 61 Midway Interlude

A/N: Song: Overture by Evanescence... or did the end swimmingly... ☺ give it a listen. Also, this is Beckett, Asha's sweet and firece little ferret.

"Not to be annoying, but where are all your familiars?" Leeland pressed, the intrigue of a Witch's familiar making his curiosity pique. "Not to pry or anything."

The Witches looked around to see who would answer and Song finally set down her fork, and leaned forward to meet Leeland's eyes.

"You wanna see them that badly?" She inquired.

Leeland nodded like an eager puppy, collecting a few giggles from his guardians.

Song sighed and stood up. Madame Waylynn chuckled as she pushed away her empty plate ready to watch the pageantry that was about to begin.

Song began undoing the buttons on her slick top, much to Rudy's chagrin. The pink haired Witch shrugged the blouse off, revealing a mauve pink bralette type of corset, holding her slender waist. She turned around, her back to Leeland where a colorful splattering of colors tattooed her skin of her back.

Leeland rose a brow and Song whistled and her skin moved on its own, making him flinch in his seat. The colors began to gather, and take form, feathers rose from her body full of bright colors. She arched slightly, as the animal lifted from her flesh, in a flash a bird flew up into the air, making the Wolf gasp.

The bird fluttered its wings as it came back down to Song, perching on her shoulder once she turned back to face him. The bird had a black face think black beak tipped with silver, it's wings red with black accents at the ends, it had two curly tailwings and on its head was blue and black with a yellow patch on the back of its neck.

"Whoa!" Kalson exclaimed, jolting in his seat. He had known that Wicker did that but never saw her lift off of Vida's skin. This, to him, was new.

Kate agreed, "stunning." He mumbled.

"His name is Limerick and he's a Bird-of-paradise, hence the colorful feathers. He's harmless by looks, but when I'm in danger or he needs to fight, Limerick becomes quite vicious."

Limerick scratched it's face with his blue legs and black talons then turned its head. "Hello Wolf."

"Oh shit! It speaks."

A scoff followed by a snicker came from Vidaldus. He gave him a smug look. "Seriously, Leeland?" He shook his head. "Wicker was a cat when you first met her. She spoke. Familiars have the ability to speak, most humans won't hear them, but supernatural beings can."

"Oh, ha," he blushed, scratching the back of his neck, "I forgot. Sorry."

Limerick spoke up. "Don't be child, I harbor no hard feelings towards you. Werewolves aren't common with a Witch's customs."

Leeland nodded. "Yes, thanks."

"You happy now?" Song asked."

Leeland grinned and sat back. "Very, sorry if I made you go through a lot with... that." He said, concerning the display of removing Limerick from her skin.

She shrugged, sitting down. "No big deal. I didn't mind, plus Limerick needed some air." She said.

He nodded and their exchange ended nicely.

"Well that was entertaining." Madame Waylynn said. "

"Truly." The twins agreed.

They had been keeping an eye on their aunt, making certain that she was alright, and that if her eyes changed colors again, that they'd catch it together this time.