The Thin Lines Are Fading

Damien checked the address twice before he knocked on the door. It was opened by a woman with silver hair and silver eyes.

Her face had a small frown as she noticed the red eyes of Damien. 

'What do you need, vampire?" she hissed when Damien tilted his head and looked behind her.

There were a bunch of other witches who were in the middle of performing a ritual and looking at him with a frown.

"This house did not belong to you anymore. It is part of human territory now. You have to shift to your territory and let the young man live here." he said without any emotion when the witch turned to look inside and an elderly man came forward.

"And what does it have to do with you?" he asked with a frown when Damien smiled, "I am from the council. New rules were made to bring equality and I am asked to check on the follow up plans. So, everything had to do with me." 

"........" the witcher who was about to perform a spell paused and sighed.