Devils Roses 04 - Witch

cracked every door on the right and peeked inside. Hanna peeked in the rooms on the left. Behind every closed door there was a small bedroom or office. No one was in any of them.
    "This is a trap Sam. We need to get the others." He felt her skin ripple.
    Sam stopped when he smelled something familiar. He'd smelled before. He grabbed her hand and waited as a man rounded the corner. He was a weretiger. Sam had met a few before.
    The Were sniffed the air and then looked to where they stood. A smirk crossed his lips, "Look at what I found. Both Sirens?"
    Sam glanced at Hanna. She smiled as the shiver took over. She stepped forward and sauntered to him.
    The were looked around, "Did I win the lottery? Are you real?"
    She grinned, "Touch me and find out?"
    He reached with his fingers but she had ripped them off before it registered. No one expected Sirens to be able to defend themselves.
    Sam flashed to him and had him out of the hallway and in Libya in the middle of the desert before the first scream ripped through his throat. Sam flashed back to the hallway.
    Hanna was still holding his fingers.
    Sam looked at them, "Put them in that plant."
    She smiled and walked to the huge planter. She pulled at the fake dirt and shoved the fingers into it.
    She wiped the blood on her pants and they continued down the hallway.
    "It feels less like a trap now."
    Sam smiled at her, "That was disgusting."
    She shrugged, "Luke likes it when I do that."
    "He is also disgusting." He spoke while still looking in rooms and moving forward. He came to a room with the black obsidian door, "Devil's rock."
    Hanna looked at it and held a hand up, "It stings."
    "This is it."
    Hanna looked at him, "You sure?"
    Sam nodded, "I've seen a door like this before. Can't flash in there."
    Hanna turned the handle, crushing it in her hand. She pushed on the door hard, ripping it off the hinges on one side. She kicked it once making a huge bang. Sam put a hand on her shoulder, "Shhhh."
    She glanced back and snarled at him. Her eyes looked wild. The beast was fully there. She had let it take over. He hoped she was still driving the bus though.
    He looked around the hallway as Hanna demolished the stone door. Her knuckles bled but she didn't stop. She made a throaty scream as she passed through the entry into the room. Sam looked in at a large sitting room with couches and flowers. It looked like a regular house but there were no windows. A small kitchen sat at the back of the room.
    He could smell the burning of Hanna's skin from passing through the door.
    "Jon?"
    His mother came around the corner. She hadn’t aged at all. She looked at Hanna and dropped Vampire fangs instantly. She hissed at Hanna, who grabbed her by the throat and held her in the air.
    "Mom?" Sam's voice cracked.
    Her panicked dark eyes met his over Hanna's red head.
    "Sam?" She spoke perfectly with the teeth, not like Giselle who still sounded like a four year old.
    "Hanna, drop her. Hanna that’s my mom."
    Hanna looked back at him and growled. She dragged his mother through the black doorway. She screamed the entire way, fighting to get away from Hanna's savagery.
    His mom's skin lit on fire as she passed through the doorway. She screamed in pain. Hanna covered his mom's mouth with her hand.
    In the hallway the beast lessened and Hanna struggled with the pain.
    Sam grabbed his mom from her and held the weeping vampire. She gripped her son, "I knew you'd come."
    She looked exactly the same. Her dark hair was long and shiny with subtle curls. Her skin glowed except where it was blackened from the magic. Her eyes sparkled but he could tell when he touched her she was a vampire. She didn’t have the same life she used to. The life and magic of the Siren.
    "Why?" Sam asked staring at her teeth.
    She shook her head, "He was afraid I would start aging. He did it a couple years ago. His last Siren aged badly."
    She looked at Hanna, "What are you?"
    Hanna laughed, "A little of this and a little of that."
    "You're a Siren?"
    Hanna nodded, "Part."
    Her mouth trembled, "You're Hanna." She brought her fingers up to her face, "You look just like him." She grabbed her and hugged her tightly against her chest.
    Hanna hugged back confused. She remembered nothing. Sam hated that she didn’t have the memories he did.
    "How is he?"
    Hanna's eyes dropped, "He's in a better place."
    His mother's lower lip trembled, "I'm sorry my love. I loved your mother and father dearly. I see you never managed to escape