Demon saved by The Devil I Cassandra Dimitrescu

Unfulfilled Request

Cassandra had her fun for over two hours, filling the witch's home with nothing but man's screams of pain. In the meantime Zână took care of herself in the kitchen, the only room in which she spends most of her days. This time, however, she was occupied by her lavender cigarette and the jar almost full of her own blood.

Forearm wrapped in white bandage, eyes closed, smoke coming from her mouth, whole body leaned against the back of the chair; it was moment of relaxation and bliss for the witch, even when every second screams would reach her ears. Pădurii, humming to herself, was in her own mind, mind that once again wanted to focus on only one person, her name and face invading woman's mind as if it was the only thing she was allowed to think of.

That was until the swarm of flies appeared behind Zână, in next seconds transforming into Cassandra with wild look in her eyes. Her upper body, including almost her whole face, was covered in blood that dripped down onto her the floor or soaked into her cloths.

"Is he dead?" The witch asked getting only excited purr in response. Taking another drag and blowing the smoke, Zână turned her head to look over her shoulder at Cassandra who's fingers twitched when their eyes met. "I'll take that as a yes. Do you want me to make you lunch or you already ate?"

Once again, the answer came as a purr, this one much louder than the previous one. With a sigh the witch stood up from her chair and turned around, fully taking Dimitrescu's bloody appearance.

She didn't even blink when the vampire moved so close to her that their chests were pressed against each other. None of them made any movement at first, their breaths mixing in the air, heavy eye contact never breaking. That was until golden eye moved to woman's lips, with homemade cigarette still between them.

"No," that's all Zână mumbled, cigarette moving up and down with said word.

Ignoring that, Cassandra lifted her trembling hand and as gently as she could, grabbed the cigarette with her pointing and middle finger and took it out Pădurii's mouth, which she allowed without blinking.

Smashing the cigarette in her palm Dimitrescu let it fell onto the ground, reddish eyes finally moving away from her eyes to watch dried lavender on the ground with clenched jaw.

That was a second cigarette Cassandra destroyed, well, the first one she finished in three drags which Zână consider as a waste.

Cold hand cupped her chin and gently forced her to look back at the vampire, who now watched her with bottom lip trapped between her teeth, one fang digging slightly into it. Dilated pupils almost covered the gold in her eyes, betraying her excitement and lust in them, making witch's heart melt at the sight.

"No?" Cassandra whispered, her voice low and shaky.

The witch clenched her jaw again, Dimitrescu seeing that grabbed her by it, her fingers leaving wet and sticky traces of blood on her skin. "No," gasp left the mouth, her own eyes lightening up nonetheless of what her mind was telling her. "I know you remember what I've said. The answer is, and always will be, no."

"Always?" The vampire tilted her head to the side with soft eyes, forcing the witch to reached behind her and rest her hand on the table to look for something to steady her.