Demon saved by The Devil I Cassandra Dimitrescu

Play with me?

I just tease and play with someone's head.

I'm too touch-starved to hold myself from it sometimes.

It'll be better if we just stop being, intimate, with each other.

Her own words were running in her head as she walked down the corridor. Cursing herself she opened the kitchen doors so hard that they almost hit the wall but thankfully she grabbed the handle inch away from the wall. Her eyes looked around the room glowing brightly.

She was angry. Mad. Excited. Needy. Scared. She had no idea what to feel or even which emotion was driving her actions. Fast she walked to the corner of the kitchen, opened the cabinet, and pulled out a small wooden box. Her eyes trembled from the emotions and yet, she manage to take the thing she wanted from the box.

A homemade cigarette quickly rested between her lips and soon enough scent of burning lavender filled the room and witch's lungs.

Eyes closed in bliss, hands stopped trembling in a matter of seconds just like some flipped a switch. She hold the smoke in her lungs until her body begged for air. Resting her hips against the tabletop she hummed to herself quickly, slowly calming herself down.

"Oh Zână," Cassandra sang her name before walking inside and the witch was more than glad that she did.

She couldn't see how the witch practically jumped in place, cigarette almost falling from her hand as her eyes snapped open. It was like she completely forgot about the vampire still being in her home. However, she quickly straightened up, turned her back on the kitchen doors, and simply stood there looking thru the window.

Cassandra walked inside with a smirk, not carrying at all about the witch's blood on her mouth and chin, now of course dried. Everything seemed to be normal except for the fact that she didn't wear her black dress, but witch's red nightgown which she wore before. But of course, Zână couldn't see it at first, trying to ignore the vampire and finish her cigarette.

"I didn't know you were smoking," Dimitrescu admitted with an even bigger smile.

"It's lavender, you want one?" Witch asked calmly, quickly catching Cassandra's excited tone of voice.

"Sure." Vampire jumped next to her in a matter of seconds while grinning like a child waiting for candy.

The witch reached for another cigarette from the box and turned around to finally face Cassandra. Her only reaction was a sharp inhale as her red eyes landed on the vampire's body. The nightgown was a little too wide for her and somehow too short, which was quite confusing as both of them had the same height. It wasn't tight against her body and yet, she looked mesmerizing for the witch.

Red eyes quickly moved to the side as she noticed the vampire had nothing underneath the nightgown.

"Everything fine Zână?" Dimitrescu purred, an innocent smile popping onto her face when her eyes caught the sight of the witch's pinkish cheeks.