The Cemetery

Kareena nodded sadly, "I travelled too", she said, "nowhere seemed to suit me long enough for me to stay". She thought about her stay with the witches in Salem and sighed.

Úrsula looked at her, eyes deep and sorrowfull, pink that reflected the bright moon over them. She wondered why. Kareena could at least fake being human. She couldn't. There was Always some--
Oh no, it was happening again. Úrsula froze and stretched completely, levitating into the air, eyes completely blank, her expressions more grim and pale and the dark circles around her eyes darker than before. Someone was dying. She felt it in her core, she felt the grief and the darkness.
But she thought of Kareena and held the scream a bit, getting enough time to turn to her, eyes dark as if her eyeballs were gone and looking like a ghost.
Get away from here! Her voice was dark and heavy, as if carried with burning lead and chains choking someone.

Kareena eyes widened as she felt Ursula stiffen, it was as though the waves of misery were engulfing her. With a supreme effort she wrenched herself out of Ursula grip and snatching up her bag, she turned to leave. Before she did, she turned around and yelled, "Find me later", and ran, her heels taking flight in the cool night breeze.

Úrsula did not answer. She only looked into nothing and, her eyes becoming dark completely, let out the scream, scaring some owls and crows on the nearby trees and even cats. As the agony waves eased, she floated down to the grave, not finding Kareena. At least she didn't hurt her again. She sighed and curled down on the grave, to rest.