Covens and Proxies

Prologue

Two years later

Draped over a chair lay a beautiful wedding dress; beads inlaid around the hem and waste. You have to give credit to the designer, is a beautiful cut.

Too bad it's bearer will never see it again.

Slipping through the halls, Toby's hand in yours as your newest book floats on your other side, you creep towards the slumbering couple. You almost start giggling, standing at the foor of their bed, but Toby squeezes your hand lightly.

"I'll search for wallets and money." His voice ripples through your ears, making you grin.

"Sure. I'll meet you out back in a bit." He nods, walking out and slamming the door behind him.

The couple bolts up; you give them a second to take in their surroundings and notice you. They shriek, drawing to the headboard with the covers clutched to their nearly naked bodies. The man is doing his best to shield his fiance.

You tilt your head to the side, pursing your lips. They're cute. But they're your targets.

Smiling, you slice open you forearm. Blood streams down your hand as you draw your newest diagram with fluid motions. Stepping back, you watch it drop the floorboards with a splat. It dissolves into the wood, soaking and spreading throughout the walls and ceiling until all the room is stained with the fluid crimson. They're faces pale dramatically as it drips on their blue sheets, soaking into the creamy comforter.

You turn, confident the spell works perfectly, and walk out the door. You leave the room slowly filling to a bursting point with the spilled blood of innocents.

Toby stand in front of the back door with a small purse, belonging to the girl most likely, smiling. "How'd it go?" He asks as he slides his arm around your waist, pulling you to him.

Biting your lip, you smile. "Perfectly. They'll be gone in another minute."

He grins, wide and perfect, his scarred cheek twitches before his lips fit to yours in practiced perfection. Rough and hungry, he holds you a moment longer before forcing himself back. "Come on. We've got the money."

Smiling at your murderous boyfriend, you let him lead you to the street where your bike sits roaring and ready to go.