That Witch Bitch

Unexpected Visitor

As soon as you were alone in your room, you flopped onto your bed.

Even though you hadn't done much today, you were still tired.

You lay on your four poster bed, staring at the ceiling. I had been painted white but you were sure that it had been painted multiple times to hide the red wine stain that had been left there.

Luckily, you had convinced Misty to 'leave the iPod at the coven for 'safekeeping' which basically meant that you had taken it with you to the Cortez.

You plugged in your headphones and allowed yourself to listen to some Gorillaz (The best band in the world no one can convince me otherwise ((twenty one pilots in second place of that makes you feel any better)). The music sort of soothed you until you heard a thud on the door.

It was a sharp, banging noise that made you sit up straight right away and twist your head towards the door but when you looked at it, you realised the sound didn't come from the door.

It had come from right in front of you.

You slowly turn your head. Adrenaline pumping inside your veins. It was like a drug.

To your surprise, a man was stood before you. There was a dead body of a young woman on the floor beside him. She had blonde hair that was now covered in red sticky blood.

"Holy crap! You killed her." You yell at the man. He was wearing an apron and held a gun in his hand.

"It appears I did." The man says, he had dark hair and an old fashioned moustache, not to mention a funny accent. He paused and stared at you as if he were contemplating something.

It was most likely whether he was going to kill you or not.

You didn't mind.

After all, you were a witch and could probably deflect any attempt of his that could hurt you.

"You've killed before." The man furrowed his eyebrows and lowered his gun.

"Oh, erm, yes?" You say, completely shocked that he knew. You barely even remembered that yourself.

"What did you do? How many did you kill?" His eyes widen at the word 'kill' like he wanted to see blood spill.

"I'm not sure, maybe 30. I burnt down a whole school." You answer, "It was a long time ago though."

"Hmm," The man says, "Very impressive. Hmm intriguing." He stroked his chin and stared at the body on the floor before looking up and shaking himself out of a trance.

"I apologise! Where are my manners! I am James Patrick March" He holds out a bloody hand for you to shake. You shake it reluctantly before wiping it on your trousers.

"Y/n Y/l/n"

"Pleased to meet you. You are invited to the feast tonight. Devils night." He said before walking out of the room almost as if he were vanishing into thin air, leaving you with the body in your room.

Disgusting.