Demon saved by The Devil I Cassandra Dimitrescu

My Mica Musca

The room was filled with divine scents of spices, meat, burning wood, and, of course, lavender. A loud hum leaving the witch's mouth seemed to light up the whole kitchen as she moved her body to the rhythm. From the pot steam was getting out, moving to the ceiling and wrapping it with itself, covering every corner with light fog.

She was so much in her head, in her own energy that she didn't notice when the door opened and a familiar person simply stood there. Golden eyes stopped on the woman, scanning her body, and seemed to dance with her, moving whenever and however she was. With a grin, the person crossed her arms on her chest and leaned against the door frame. Her black dress looked like a bright new one on her body.

Cassandra's eyes couldn't move anywhere else but at the white-haired angel in the room. So calm and relaxed, in her own mind, doing whatever she felt like while cooking. The thought of having her as a cook in the Castle passed Cassandra's mind quickly. She wanted nothing more than to bring her home, show her sisters and mother, and took her only for herself. Her mind was working simply at that moment.

She was a predator, and her fresh prey was already waiting to be taken.

Her eye twitched, her nose wrinkled and her stomach twisted when the angel bend down, of course, her nightgown had to fold up showing her underwear, color matching her lips and eyes but was much darker than the nightgown. And truly, red was very, very, fitting her.

Cassandra Dimitrescu many times was no better than a man, especially when she had such beauty in front of her.

Vampire's brows went high when she noticed that the witch bend down only to get a jar from the lower cabinet like she wasn't surrounded by them. But as soon as the jar was open, Cassandra's pupils dilated as the scent of blood reached her nose in a matter of seconds.

It was the scent of metallic flowered blood, lavender being the strongest flower in it.

"You want some?" Soft-like silk voice tickled Cassandra's ears, causing her to move away from the door frame and fully walk into the room. "It's not fresh but I think you won't mind."

"Not at all," Cassandra practically purred these words, trying to hide it under a fake cough.

Shaking her head to the sides with amused Zână grabbed a cup and poured crimson liquid until it almost reached the top. Then turned around and finally meet Cassandra face to face, whose eyes lit up as they scanned her face.

Dimitrescu walked slowly towards the table, inside fighting the urge to practically run, and drank all the blood in the cup and the jar. As the cup was placed on the wooden table, Cassandra reached towards it but her hand was slapped by Zână, who then moved her finger in the air to the sides while clicking her tongue.

"No, no. Sit first. You're a Lady, so act like it," the woman hummed and bite down the chuckle at Cassandra's expression.

"You know who I am?" Vampire asked carefully after that huffed seeing the witch's gaze and finally sat on the chair.

"Of course," the witch said and simply turned around to return to her cooking.