Agatha Harkness : one shots

Hide and Seek

Y/N POV

"This is futile darling." Agatha's voice trailed after you as you ran through destruction and rubble.
"I will find you." She hissed, drawing closer, "It's only a matter of time."
In a vein attempt to hide from the witch, you dove behind a nearby pillar and crouched to the ground.
You wanted to curl up into a ball like a child and make the world go away, to turn invisible so she'd never find you.
But it was far to late for that, you'd already pissed her off.

Silently you cursed yourself for getting into this position. For seeking Agatha out in the first place.
But you had made a deal with the devil, and now she'd come to collect.

It all started after your little sister got sick. You'd gone to every doctor, witch and healer you could find, but they all said the same thing. She was bound to die. But she was the only family you had left, your baby sister, and there was nothing you could do to save her...that was until you heard rumours of a powerful witch.
Everyone you met with talked about her in hushed whispers, as though the very mention of her name would bring forth some great evil. They were right of course, but in your desperation you didn't care. Anything to save your sisters life, you'd said. Even if it meant bargaining your own.

It took months to find Agatha, months in which your sister grew weak and sicker. By the time you found Agatha Harkness you sister was on her death bed.
When you feel on your knees and begged her to help she merely laughed. Asking what you could possibly give her in return for your sisters life. "Anything" you'd said.
What a horrible mistake.

That night, your sisters life was saved. But yours was enslaved, bound to the horrid witch.
Agatha placed a spell on you, one of eternal life, so she could draw off your essence for eternity. Every spell she did, and very hex she cast... it was agony, draining you for your very will to live. And the worst part, you never saw your sister again.
She loved a long happy life, you knew that much. But she died a normal death. Unlike you who could would never know such peace. Over the decades you begged for Agatha to end it, but she always refused. You had made a promise the night she saved your sister. "Anything."

But now nearly three hundred years later you were right back where you began. Helpless to control your life, let alone the lives of those around you. And complacent in all of Agatha's treachery. For years you'd watched her torment others, and you'd had enough. But running never got you very far, so now you could only hide. And pray that this time when she found you she'd end it.

"Well aren't your a sight for sore eyes." She chuckled upon finding you.
"What? Not gonna beg for my mercy this time. Get on your knees a pled?"
You stared unmoving at the ground, letting tears trickle down your cheeks. You were done with fighting.
But your silence only served to irritate Agatha more.
"Well!" She cocked her head angrily? At the same time you felt an awful pressure build in your chest. Like she was squeezing your lungs and heart from the inside.
She was.
"What...wha- are...you...doing." Was all you could gasp out.
"What's wrong love?" Agatha asked knelling down to eye you pitifully, "does this hurt?"
She squeezed her fist shut and you felt as though your in innards were about to explode.
"Sto- Aghhhhhhh" you curled into yourself as she squeezed tighter.
"Just say your sorry and we can forget this ever happened." Agatha whispered harshly into your ear.
"Just beg me for mercy...and it can all go back to the way it was." Her words were like fire in your mind and you could only screech as they burnt yours.
"Say it!" She screamed into your ear.
"Say it now...or I'll end you once and for all."
In your crippled state you still managed to smile, all you wanted was for it to be over.
"Or..." she said like she was coming up with an idea on the spot, "I can hurt what you really care about."
The pain stoped as a wicked smile spree across her lips.
"Tell me angle, did you know your sister had children, and that her children had children too. In fact I believe your a great aunt."
"No!" You realized what she was suggesting, "No please don't."
"It would be a shame if I were to end the family line now."
"Agatha don't-"
"Then say it...say your mine."
"No I can-"
Agatha stuck you hard across the face, "you can...and you will. Or shall I pay your family a little visit."
"FINE! I...I'm yours." Saying the words felt like a fate worse than death.
Agatha smiled and wiped a tear from your cheek.
"I knew you could do it. Now no more hide and seek. We have work to do."
You gulped knowing you were in for it. But deep down a tiny part of you was maybe even a little happy. Being Agatha's wasn't always so bad after all.