The Witch Of Crimson Peak

Part 9

Chris kept staring at me. It was fucking annoying. He sat there with a total look of smugness that I just wanted to slap off his face. This warlock thought he was the shit, and he had me where he wanted me.
He was wearing a long sleeved shirt, was too tight for him, it looked ridiculous.
I couldn't believe I fell for his trap, he had got me to go on this date with him which let's be honest was a sham.

I couldn't wait to strip his power and smite this arsehole all the way to hell.
I went to my room and dug out one of my grimoires, a black leather bound book with gold etchings on the cover. It was sent to me by one of my old coven members after I had rang him about my spectral predicament.

"Wait, you slept with a ghost?" Sebastian asked, I could hear his shock down the phone. Seb was never one to be a prude, indeed he was always up for fun when it came to witches holidays such as Bacchanalia and Lupercaulia, and he was never short of witches and warlocks wanting to participate with him even though I had not. "Don't give me the judgement Seb, just send me the texts."
"Woah calm down, don't fall off the broom! I'm not judging you at all, I'm applauding you truth be told."

I rolled my eyes, I should have known. It was worse. "Finally the biggest buzzkill at the witch party has finally let her hair down, good on you!"
"Yeah well Seb, im not calling to give you an account of my sex life but something is different with him. Ever since we met he's been... different. And now we have had sex it's like..."

"He's stronger? Seems alive?" Sebastian answered. I couldn't think of that else to say, he got it in one.
"Well... yeah. How did you-"
"I have had my fair share of fun with sex demons and with spirits. You're not the first witch to fall for Casper the well hung ghost and you won't be the last. I will send you the texts and when you recieve them, we will discuss in detail their meaning."

That was two days ago and now I sat in my room away from Liam and Chris looking at the book video calling Seb. "Hey Y/N, you ready for sex ed afterlife edition?" He quipped merrily, and I ignored his irritating glib attitude and opened the book to Spiritual Fornication and winced at some of the wood carvings depicting sex with all kinds of beings.
"I can tell you this, we did none of that!" I held up a photo of a warlock in an awkward position with a demon, "Just looking at this will give you a slipped disc."

He talked me through the most basic stuff, that yes ghosts can 'come' and have been known to sire progeny. There was a concoction in there to stop any pregnancy, so that relieved me. It was a simple potion which had led to the 'Witch-Bull of 1484'. A lot of good witches were killed for the sake of helping others gain control of their bodies, and I salute them.

"The fact is he is gaining stronger. You say he is corporeal? Looks alive?" Seb asked interested. I nodded and he hummed in thought about it and finally went through his diagnosis. "There have been stories even today of mortals sleeping with spirits. Though a lot of the time, it's just people dying to get their name in The Sun, and you usually find out they are just masterbating. But when the instance comes along and someone is having a relationship with a spirit, some of their life force can go into that spirit, giving them strength and sustenance. Of course, they are mortal and it doesn't really do anything and the spirit only recieves a little at a time... Whereas a powerful witch like yourself..."

I got it. Some of my energy was feeding him, my powers my magic.
"So will I be okay..."
"Oh yeah, you'll be fine! In fact you are, suggests that witches and warlocks should take on lovers from across the realm, it ensures survival. You should try an incubus cous, horny lil' devils and hit the spot."