Bitter Revenge

Chapter 23

I watched Stella walk off a bit down, but then turned my eyes to Miss priestess that was headed my way. Can't get her in trouble with her Coven. She approached until she was crouching in front of me, her finger aflame much like Stella. "Hello leech. Are you cold? It's early January, we're in the low 60s." Has New Year's already passed? Damn, Cris was really looking forward to the party she had planned too. "Cold? You're joking right? Sorry Queenie, vampires live for the cold. You gotta try harder than that." Her malicious smirk scared me for a second, maybe I should've kept my mouth shut. "Really? Then I do hope you don't mind if I-" She stopped mid sentence to grip my tank top and rip it off my body, leaving me in my bra.

I just smiled at her, letting some mischief dance around my eyes. "Your Priestess-ness~. Are you sure you'd like to play these sorts of games? You know what they say, if you play with fire, you'll get burned~." I teased her, hoping to get her to just leave me the hell alone. "I agree, leech." She growled the last word and brought her finger down onto my stomach, effectively leaving a burn mark. I growled out loud at her, until the back of her hand met my cheek. The loud slap resonated in the forest, making my cheek burn up. "I'll be leaving. Stay away from my niece, damn parasite." Ahh, so that's what this was about. She saw me talking with Stella. Fantastic, this lady has seriously got it out for me. Ugh, this fucking sucks. I can't believe I'm going to die, how fucking lame. I mean sure, I've lived for a long while, old enough to be considered a senior in society's eyes, but it honestly feels like a blur of everyday routine. Sure I had my days where the routine felt different, and special memories, but now that I'm going to die... I can't help but feel like I haven't really done anything. I've never had a significant other, I've never been to an actual party- holy shit, am I seriously going to die a virgin? Unbelievable.

The night sucked. Sure it was nice and cold, but sleeping was impossible in this uncomfortable position. Plus my stomach was seriously hurting from the burn mark she left, damn bitch. Also, I didn't like the idea of being in only a bra, like my tank top was loose enough, there was no need. After a long while of having my head in the clouds, I noticed the sky getting lighter and lighter, but still maintaining a foggy hue to it. Then something bright caught my eye and I whipped my head to the right, tensing and making the cuffs strain as I tried pulling them apart. But then green orbs found mine, and everything in me relaxed, even a gentle smile tugged my lips. She walked closer, that's when I noticed the bags under her eyes, and she looked much paler. Especially when she saw I was hanging out in a bra.

"What the hell happened to you? Why are you shirtless? Why is your cheek bruised? And your stomach.." She knelt down in front of me, clear worry written all over her face. "Miss stick-up-her-butt paid me a visit last night. Gotta hand it to her, that woman is kinky." I joked, until she grimaced and scrunched up her nose. "That's my Aunt." Oh. "Well sorry love, but it seems your Aunt has a bit of a thing for me. She strutted over here and called me so many cute pet names, like leech and parasite. It was true love in action." She just chuckled and maintained eye contact with me, a pink hue covering her cheeks. She hesitantly raised her hand, then got near the burn on my stomach but stopped to look at me. "May I?" I just raised an eyebrow at her, curious to what she meant. "Knock yourself out." A pretty light blue glove of sparkles slipped up her hand, and when she touched the burn her hand was freezing cold. I hissed from the shock, but she persisted and held her hand there. When she pulled her hand back, the reddish purple mark was gone. Ohh~, healing magic.

"I'm so sorry Fiona. I was up all night trying to think of a way to get you out of here, but all my planning skills are rusty." I just chuckled, shrugging my shoulders a bit. "Whatever, just don't get yourself killed." She opened her mouth to say something but movement from behind her caused me to turn my gaze to some other witch approaching us. I tensed up, sitting up taller and keeping my face emotionless. Stella turned to see what changed my attitude, and when she saw this witch she stood up and waited for her. "Hey Harley, what're you doing up at 5 in the morning?" Her tone seemed nice, hopefully they're friends. "Morning Stella. The Priestess wanted me to speak with her, you know investigation is my specialty." Nevermind, please go away.

"Investigation? What for? She's already tried for death." Stella argued, stepping a little to the left, almost like she was trying to block me from this Harley chick's view. "Doesn't mean there isn't a crap ton of file work to do. Think of it as a biography-" It happened so suddenly that if I had blinked, I wouldn't have seen the blur of motion right in front of me. A woman that looked terribly familiar jumped up onto the platform and swiped at Stella, making her step back centimeters before her long nails did some serious damage. In the moment where the witches were caught off guard, the lady turned to me and then looked up and behind me, whistling so loudly that it physically hurt my ears. Next thing I knew, a sharp force pulled my hands down and I could hear the chain between the cuffs break. Then the rope around my abdomen loosened completely and I was free to stand. I turned to Stella who for some reason stepped down from the platform and watched the interaction, a look of understanding on her face. Meanwhile, her Harley friend was fist fighting with the lady; until she started sprinting faster than the witches could see and hefted me over her shoulder, sprinting off.

What the actual FUCK just happened? A lady and her friend got me out of dying, and barely faced any trouble doing it. When we reached a river so deep in the forest that you could hear it echoing for miles, the lady placed me down and her male companion sat by a tree. "Good to see you alive Fiona." I looked at her, trying to piece together why she seemed familiar. Long, dark chestnut hair, hazel eyes that almost looked yellow, and peachy pale skin. "Sorry, I'm really trying... but we've met before right?" I asked, hoping that she'd say no. But she just laughed, her tall, curvaceous body shaking slightly from it. "Right right. I'm Scarlet, the chef from Devil's Corner. Sorry about, you know, erasing me from your memories so much." I'm sorry what?