Sarah's eyes narrowed and her black lacquered fingernails cut into her palm. The full force of her powerful gaze bored into the maskie. Combined with her craft practice was the essence that was Victor as the Slenderman. Sarah had developed into a powerful and less than benign witch. She drew from a dark source, she knew that now. Her requests were full of personal gain since her love for Victor was personal. Seeing the terror in the eyes behind the mask gave Sarah pause.She took a deep breath and smiled, a chilly, eery smile but a smile none the less.<br/><br/>"I guess we can't kill the messenger,can we, darling?" she said simply to the Slenderman who was firmly in his cursed form.<br/><br/>With no more conversation, she went into her solarium, as she now thought of her parlour. She had a table set with candles, a cauldron and a book of spells. From a trunk that sat close by, she took a faceless cloth doll and long pins. Slowly, methodically, she lit the candles in a counterclock wise fashion. She repeated the Lord's prayer backwards, chanting as she arranged the cauldron and the poppet. Taking out a parchment from the book of spells, she carefully wrote the spell necessary.<br/><br/>Sarah ran the pins through the poppets eyes, the temples and in the mouth is if cramming it down its throat. She lay this in the cauldron then used the flame from the candle to light the parchment. This she laid on top of the poppet.<br/><br/>"So mote it be," she intoned and the cauldron went up in smoke with a clamoring clang.