Revenge, and A Little Bit More

Chapter Twenty Three: Young-looking Old Lady

"Venenum." Amy murmured softly, her palms facing a pumpkin, outside in the courtyard. She was practicing her poison abilities. The pumpkin immediately started rotting, becoming moldy and black, shrinking in front of her. Satisfied, she smiled proudly at herself, before pointing her palms at the pumpkin once more. 

"Antidotum" she said, watching as the pumpkin went from black and moldy, to brown and back to a fresh orange, no longer moldy or decaying. 

"Hello, gorgeous." She nearly jumped out of her own skin, shrieking as she jumped around quickly.

"Shit, Karl! You frightened me!" she yelled, punching his shoulder. He laughed at her, flinching away from more punches being thrown at him. He grabbed her fist and pulled her closer, embracing her lovingly, laughing at her feeble attempts to push him away.

"If my mother saw you now, she'd be murdering you right now." she giggled as he placed a kiss on her cheek. She ran her fingers along his unkempt beard.

"I know. I'll leave soon. I just came to see my beloved for a while. And ask you something about your dear mother." he defended. He felt bad about the fight between him and Lilith, thinking of ways to make peace. If not peace, at least a truce.

"Oh yes? What would you like to know? And forget about getting any information about her weaknesses from me." she crossed her arms in front of her. Karl started laughing, making Amy to punch his shoulder again.

"What's so funny old man?" she hissed.

"You're older than me, old lady. Calm down, sweetie. I won't ever hurt your mother. I care for you too much." he cooed. He cupped Amy's cheek, and she leaned into his palm.

"What are you planning in that brilliant mind of yours, babe? They're both unhappy with us. I mean, if you think about it, it's quite unorthodox, my being in love with my mother's girlfriend's brother."

"You're in love with me?" Karl smirked happily.

"Shut it." Amy smiled, rolling her green eyes.

"How do I make your mother like me? I couldn't give two shits about what Alcina thinks, but I know I have to try."

"You? Karl Heisenberg? Want to win them over? Alcina Dimitrescu and Lilith Blake? Have you met them? They are the most stubborn and difficult vampire and witch I have ever met." Amy laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck, playing with his long gray hair.

"Don't be so dramatic. And yes, sweetie. That's the plan. I am too serious about you just to sit back and do nothing. And who knows? Maybe they'll realize that I'm actually a nice guy." he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer.

"Alright, if you think you can do it. Let me see..." she said, placing her index finger on her cheek, deep in thought. Karl smiled, the beautiful redhead in front of him made his heart melt.

"My mother loves smoking, she's been meaning to get herself a pipe. And she has an eye for brandy, the expensive kind. But, I think the thing that will get her to accept us, my love, is if you treat your sister better."

"Donna?" he frowned.

"No, you adorable idiot! Lady Alcina." Amy laughed.

'What? I treat her just fine." he mumbled as Amy took his hat off, revealing his long, silver hair. She knew he was extremely self-conscious about his age, especially since they started dating. Yes, Amy was older than Karl, but Karl only turned at a much older age than she did. 

"You do not! Just the other day you called her... What was it again?" she went deep into thought again.

"Bigfoot?"