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She walked into the bar seeking peace and oblivion.  Victory was exhausted from a long day searching for a child who had suddenly vanished.  The parents had hired Victory for her Special Skills in tracking down missing people.  Most thought Victory was just really good at her job.  Only a few, close  confidantes  knew the true reasons why Victory always found whomever she sought.  Dead or Alive. Today was especially rough because the lost soul was a seven year-old girl named Rebecca.  Rebecca had been playing in her front yard one minute and was gone the next.  Her mother was hysterical and could not stop blaming herself.  The father was trying to be supportive but Victory could see it was weighing him down.  Victory felt the weight herself.  So much responsibility.  So many depending on Victory.  She needed a break from it for just a while to reset and redirect.  A bit of hibernation, if you will, to restore her...

  Once upon a time there was a Witch whose Sexual Appetites were So Insatiable she could not find a man to satisfy her.  Night after Night she would search for a virile speciman to fulfill her needs but the Dawn would find her yearning for more, a hollowed out husk all that remained of the Evening's chosen. This morning she disposed of the remnants of last night's Bacchanal then settled on the couch to indulge in reruns of Supernatural.  Sam and Dean were always fun to recharge with after an evening of debauchery.  Though Victory managed to drain two large men before the night was over, the Sorceress still felt half-charged.  A few hours of rest while drooling over her favorite Television brothers should do the trick.  As she drifted in and out of sleep, bits of the show's conversation flitted through her consciousness.  Victory woke with a burst of energy, completely recharged and inspired.  One word echoed through her brain:  Golem. On Supe...