CREEP
[s]WHIPPED[/s]
TRUANT

Being a Witch isn't about fight or flight. There is magic that one can do in a panic, and all the range of emotions that one can feel when overwhelmed. But this is the thing you don't understand, Timmy. Being a witch, being a Baba of the Sockolov family, is about mastery of such things. Do you not know the old legends? Maybe you don't, you'd prefer not to know them, to pretend the world is all tea and crumpets, soft things and nothing waiting out there in the night, is that not so? But you are here, Timothy Oglevee Crompton. You are here, and it is time to learn something of that. 

When you are afraid, you master that which you fear. A witch can't ride a broomstick, much less a cauldron unless she has the strength (and the thighs) to enforce her will upon it. Annalee isn't there yet, see how she shrank from Samael and served him at the first sign of violence? Her strength and her magic all crumpled and he played with her. That cannot be allowed to stand. What spirit of hearth would take her seriously, knowing that she might wilt at a mere slap? What old devil of cold winters and warm vodka would care for a witch that doesn't have the muscle to back up her magic? 

"Timothy" she says, and it's probably the first time you've ever heard her use your full name. "Let's go. A vampire respects power, you are not a person to him. Even if he tells you utter truth in this moment, it means as little as the time it takes his whims to change. Face that now. Only power that can match his is worth anything at all, otherwise you're nothing but a plaything and he a savage."

[I am rolling to Shut Down Samael. 6+2+2+1(for invoking Savage)=11. Take the condition MERCURIAL]