Moon Goddess

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

As Alpha Mateo guided his mate out the door into the safety of the forest Sams full attention fell onto the witch. Her fidgeting form constantly repositioning items in the cluttered hallway they now stood. The wallpaper looked as if taken from a horror movie or great grandmother's old derelict house. The wallpaper edges at the top curling away from the wall with visible leaking marks in colours they definitely shouldn't be. The lights flickering every couple of seconds while the stacks of books and papers litter the sides of the floor. The rug itself could have been centuries old. Coloured with dirt and dried, Sam hoped not, blood.

His eyes never leaving the witches form and as she moved by him almost grazing his arm with hers at the same time walking as if he wasn't even there, he followed her into yet another stark different in design room.

This time it was a modern looking living room with an open fire place. WIth one flick of fingers it was fully lit. Its glow warming  up the cold empty interior. A sofa stood a small distance away from the warmth and the witch stood behind the back of it. In the light casted only by the moon outside and the glow of the fire she was like a shadow and the sofa the only concrete colour of deep blue. She traced her fingers on the ridges of the sofas design back and forth.

"I know what you'll ask." She said fully aware of Sam still following her but her eyes gazing mindlessly at the hot flames. "But you know I can't help." She turned around exposing her true self. There was not much left of her flesh on the palm, that a second ago was caressing the sofa, except for white bone. Halfway to the elbow it began to gain in raw muscle, veins and eventually at the bicep it showed beginnings of flesh trying to cover the horrific sight.

Although it was not the worst Sam had ever witnessed during his time as a hunter and earlier work it still got him by surprise as he took a step back before repositioning himself more surely. His eyes still roaming around the witches body unsure of what to expect next. Perhaps half her head will be missing next time she will twirl around.

"Isn't it pretty?" She laughed a loud and squeaky laugh throwing her arm in the air as if showing off her whole self to the public. "War memento one I'm not fully repaid, apparently." With a big sigh she turned back to the warm glow to find peace but it never came. Instead Sam crept behind her silently like a lion ready to pounce on its prey. Her bones of fingers began to caress the sofa once more awaiting the man's next move.

"She should never have trusted you." she turned her head to the right and met Sams cold gaze.

"I know who you are." She barely whispered but she knew he heard at such close proximity his body heath warmed her own skin. She turned making their skin touch and now facing him. Her hand slowly rose to stroke his cheek with the back of her fingers. Entangling them into his hair she placed her second palm on his chest. 

Sam stood frozen on the spot. His breathing deepened staring into her eyes with disgust. She lifted herself on her toes and pressed her lips to his. At first slowly kissing him with nothing back. But then as she trailed her tongue across his lower lip he gasped out. It was enough for her to deepen the kiss and take over his body. 

He brought his hands up to her hips holding on to the bony sides in despair of control. With no luck until she granted it breaking the kiss and letting him go in a swift spin. She smirked touching her lips. "How can you want to save them if you can't even resist a little charm?" 

Sams gaze fell onto the ground. How could he save any of them if a centuries old which could by touch make him do things he would never. 

"Tell me everything you know, Gabriella." His cold eyes boring holes into her soul as her lips slightly parted unsure of the next move to take. "Everything I need to do to save her. Save them both."