Spells, Summons, Strikes... and Trixie?

5:48 the lulamoon household

Trixie was checking the clock every three minutes for the last thirty minutes like clockwork.

"Bella, Bella, Bella. If you keep pacing like your father on the day you were born you'll wear a hole to china! Now who again  is coming that you HAD to call a house meeting? I like my escapades from the old folks home but all this? You act as nervous as I did when your mother brought home your father . . . . . . . " Said a woman with white hair, due to her advanced years. her jade green eyes twinkled. her peach skin was withered with age. and although she was bound to have a cane she had not been slowed at all. she was the undisputed queen of the roost. she was ruby lulamoon. the only other member of the family was a man in his mid-forties with a brown skin and black hair and a salt and' pepper mustache his eyes were a muddy brown.

"Bellatrix Agatha Lulamoon if you're planning on bringing a boy to meet us he MUST be something special. but he'll have to beat me in Pokemon before I can call him a man."

"Daddy! i bring home a boy and the first thing from you is that stupid video game. I swear. Brrrr! that's him or the start of a new ice age." Trixie shivered.

"Trixie you flatterer. I ran into some trouble finding this place. the latest mage ware still has yet to recognize the great and powerful Trixie. where off the grid have you been staying?" said a flurry of red snowflakes and black icicles. the colored frozen water quickly becoming an archway.

"Freeze yo ho an' a' bottle ov gud magic rum." the arch froze and two blue claws make way for a pair of boots then a pair of blue corduroys, a white t-shirt with the Japanese tai chi character for ice in blue. and a casual black jacket with a snowfall pattern at the tips. and  behind him a construct of ice and frozen bones.

"oy do'nt scream my master is harmless....." frost started when a scream akin to a five-year-old girl.

"DEMON! AHHHH! I'LL PROTECT US, TRIX RUN!

"IRON STAR!! you will treat him with respect you wanted from me and my husband when counting my daughter"

"yes Ruby. insatiable old bat."

"what was that? the old bat didn't quite hear you."

"nothing, mam, nothing."

Trixie facepalmed. "no, that's Frost Jackclaw a friendly ice ghoul unless you should make him cross."

"t-tell-l m-m-me w-who y-y-you a-a-are?"

"yes but you look cold here let me change that Frost return to slumber." *SNAP*. the temperature rose like a rocket. the rapid change in heat left all but the younger half affected.

ruby, an 80-year-old lady the shift from cold to hot did not sit kindly on her old bones, and Ruby swooned. deathly pale.

"Oh no! Grandma-ma Ruby! ''Life Bolt'! no good, 'Healin' Palm', hang on 'Blood rune, Summon: Fata, Keeper of the Stage'."

"why have you called me forth?? Mistress? your heart can't take much more stress. your heart already is badly cracked much more and it will surely break! tell me what i must do and consider it done."

"save my grandma-ma Ruby!"

"yes mistress."

iron star was glad to be warm again but also worried for the Lulamoon matriarch but the scene playing out before his eyes was straight out of a bad fairy tale mixed with a B horror movie plots. a nameless demonic youth was much too casually with his daughter while a green anthro unicorn was doing something to his (almost) beloved mother-in-law. iron star knew miracles came from the heart but this was unreal.

it had not been five minutes before the Forrest anthro-corn sweating, heavily. "Misstress I'm not versed enough in the life arts but there is hope IF and it is a great if i gain the aid of the blood drinker in your thrall malady."

"van gho-outh come forth and lend us your skill and power in this time of need," Trixie called out.

and a voice answered back a voice like a death-rattle though a hoard of broken teeth.vald ha ha aha ha ha ha you wish the stealer of lives to help save one???!! oh that is rich! reminds me of swine's blood actually. . . . . . you're serious. well equip me to the plum's arm i'll take it from there. a dark aura bled into ruby as her cane became the vampiric edge.

fata saw the way Vlad wanted to play this out. she just hoped her spellbinder was up to the task."mistress trixie i implore you to think of the cost it may be too steep a path on too high a pass and there's still no guarantee that it will work. you still have your dad  be happy for that. why do you wish to test death so soon?"

it was not Trixie but blood who answered Fata. "it is men who fear death. it is the gods who wishes for death. it is magi who accepts the truth of death. trix needs to roll this gamble."

"ready my dear Doe?" said the sword possessed matron.

"Trixie is afraid, but not afraid to try! unguard!!" the arcane spellbinder yelled only to get vlad jabbed through her gut. "touche, vlad touche."

iron star ran to his daughter and in-law. "baby hang in there all we have to do is get you to a doctor.   a doc will know just what to do.

he'll patch you up but good!"

"calm yourself Mr. star. your daughter is n-." fata tried to soothe the irate parent.

"what 'not dead?' she has been impaled  by a three-and-a-half foot sword how could my little star be anything-" iron spouted but then heard a something escape from Trixie's lips.

"dad, Bellatrix is in need of all the support i can get. so grow a set!if you do not mind.

blood lust looked at Iron Star with an outstretched hand. "i can now see where Trix gets her flare among other traits. i wish to be allies if not friends, agreed?"

"I'll agree under one condition: we get both these fine ladies back to being bright-eyed and bushy-tailed." the elder man mumbled.

"then it shall be. fata your mana is foreign to me yet also so smooth to my soul take this golden traders coin and buy as many full-anties you can. i have a feeling there going to be famished."flipping a gold coin the size of a quarter but three times as thick. then chanted 'let one become two' and the plum life drinker vanished a moment later. a needle made from pure ice formed in blood's hand and sew up the hole in her body with deft skill. Trixie was so bold, so refreshing, so reckless, so impassioned. no he was betrothed there was no way. . . . unless? naw that would never work, would it?