Page 22 of Bewitched
"I need your help…"
"He’s already dead."
He killed the wolf boy.
"You can’t kill everyone that has feelings for me."
"But I will." he finishes his smoke and drops it on the ground. "Those are not feelings. They act possessed."
"Possessed?"
"They are obsessed with your body or blood."
"And what are you obsessed with?"
He scoops me up effortlessly, sits on the gravestone, holding me on his lap. "You."
"My blood. You’re a vampire… I’m a witch… you guys always want us. And you stalk me, always."
"True. But you like that."
"That won’t stop me from killing you. And you need to stop killing the others."
"Fine. What is it that you want, nightshade?"
"I need to do some tests and spells on you… to see what works... and what not."
"For?"
"My own pleasure." I scoot closer to him. My hand tugs down his shirt, uncovering his collarbone and my lips inked in bloody red below it. "Did you tattoo my lips on your cock as well?"
"I have an appointment tomorrow." He burrows his face into my neck.
Why is he acting completely different from the others? They all had the same candy.
He kills everyone for me.
I’ll have to kill him myself.
CHAPTER 19
2. The Garlic Cologne
Nox, surprisingly, accepted meeting me at my shop in the morning. For research, of course. I hear his bike park in front of the candy shop. I glance out the window, among the bat stickers. He is fully geared up—ready to tackle dirt trails. He is wearing a black jersey, covered in sponsor logos and eye-catching bat graphics. His riding pants are reinforced with tough material, built to endure the rough surface and protect him from scrapes. Heavy-duty motocross boots rise up to his calves, shielding his legs from impact and keeping his grip steady on the pegs. He takes off his black gloves and drops them on the leather seat. Finally, he takes off his helmet—with a long visor, and a black set of goggles that shield his eyes from dust. His hair is wet. He must’ve trained before coming here.
He enters the shop, his face making a disgusted grimace.
I make my way to him, removing his helmet from his hands.
"New recipe?" he asks indifferent about the smell now.
"What do you mean?"
"It stinks."
"What do you mean?" I behold him with endearing doll eyes.
"Do you want to repel vampires?"
