There she was, Zână Pădurii, a woman with flowing white hair cascading down her back, glistening like freshly fallen snow, walking gracefully towards the poor mortal. But it was her eyes that held Liliana spellbound. They glowed like molten embers, a deep and mesmerizing shade of red that flickered with a tantalizing hint of mischief and playfulness.
Rumors of the witch had long circulated among the village, tales of bewitching creature who lured unsuspecting souls with her ethereal charm into her forest, not allowing them to ever leave her side. And here, standing before Liliana was the embodiment of those legends and stories and all she could do was wait, wait for her to come closer like a predator walking towards their already wounded prey. Her beauty transcended human comprehension, an enigma that defied explanation and took her breath away. The air crackled with an undeniable magnetism, drawing her closer to the presence of the Devil itself.
As the witch approached, Liliana could feel a tingling sensation ripple through her veins. It was as if an invisible current flowed between them, their connection palpable despite the absence of words. Time seemed to stand still, the world fading away as their gazes locked, caught in a silent dance of intrigue. Liliana found herself entranced by the depths of Zână's gaze, losing herself in the rich hues of red that seemed to hold a thousand untold stories.
But for Cassandra it felt like a few seconds in which Zână walked up to them with, while the maid was watching her in awe. The vampire frowned as she ears caught the rhythm of mortal's heart, beating so fast and yet so gentle at the same time, that made her frown. Golden eyes them moved to the witch and her frown only grew stronger as witch's lips curved into a mysterious smile, a knowing glint in her crimson eyes that flashed when her gaze moved onto the vampire for a seconds.
"Welcome darling," a voice reached Liliana's ears, gentle yet beguiling, soft like silk. It whispered through the air like a seductive caress, resonating deep within her being. It was a voice that bore the weight of ancient secrets and untold desires, the words echoed through her thoughts, intertwining with her deepest desires, casting a spell upon her senses.
"Hey..." the mortal whispered, her cheeks slowly turning their color as a blush creeped its way.
Vampire that watched the whole story, leaned her back against the wall with a confused look, her gaze moving between the maid and her witch. "What the hell is going on?" She asked pulling Liliana from her trance.
Woman's green eyes moved to Dimitrescu and it seemed like only right there, she realized that Cassandra was with them. She jumped in place with a gasp, the basket in her hands felt to the ground, sounds of broken glass filling the whole corridor, quickly after that fallowed by low buzzing. The witch, still having that playful smile, looked at Cassandra with a rose brow seeing how the vampire smiled with excitement in her eyes as she was watching with primal hunger the scared maid.
"Oh no, no... I'm going to clean it up, don't worry Ma'am," the maid hurried falling to the ground to clean up the mess. Everything seemed to look quiet normal if it wasn't for Liliana's tense body and the fear in her voice.
"Why are you smiling darling?" Zână whispered towards Cassandra, getting her attention almost immediately.
"Aren't you going to punish her?" Dimitrescu whispered back, her eyes moving back to the maid that finally let them see what was broken.
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Demon saved by The Devil I Cassandra Dimitrescu
FanfictionOne night a witch saved a vampire and by that, got herself a demon who fell obsessed over her, and all she could do was to accept it, which took shockingly big amount of time. In which Cassandra Dimitrescu gets a witch girlfriend.
