The forest lay shrouded in a pristine blanket of snow, its serenity disrupted only by the soft crunch of footsteps and the hushed laughter of the three vampire sisters. Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra Dimitrescu strode through the winter landscape, their fur-lined coats keeping the chill at bay. The midday sun bore down on them, its gentle warmth gradually coaxing droplets from the icicles clinging to the branches.
Yet, amidst the breathtaking winter beauty, the sisters couldn't help but cast sidelong glances at the figure walking beside them — Zână Pădurii. She appeared unaffected by the cold, dressed in little more than pants and a shirt, her breath forming delicate wisps of steam in the frosty air.
Bela, ever the observant one, stole frequent glances at the witch. Her glossy golden eyes, darted to Zână like magnets drawn to steel. There was an undeniable curiosity in her gaze, as if she were trying to decipher the secret behind Zână's unusual resistance to the cold.
Daniela, the most impulsive of the trio, took a different approach. She didn't bother hiding her fascination. Her gaze lingered unabashedly on Zână, and she often walked just a little too close to the witch, only to be pulled back by Cassandra. She'd stolen a quick touch of Zână's arm earlier, feigning a stumble to brush her fingers against the witch's skin. The contact had been brief, but it sent a jolt of electricity through her.
As they ventured deeper into the snow-covered forest, Zână seemed at ease, her steps confident on the uneven terrain, but at the same time genlte and fluid as if she was fighting with herself no to move her body to silent music. The cold air danced around her, the wintry landscape casting a soft, ethereal glow on her white hair, almost bleding them with the snow.
Suddently Daniela couldn't resist the urge. She looked over at the witch with a playful pout, her golden eyes sparkling mischievously. "Zână," she cooed, "I'm cold."
Zână only smiled at Daniela's plight and without hesitation, reached out and wrapped her arm around the vampire's shoulders, pulling her closer. The sudden warmth of Zână's touch sent a shiver down Daniela's spine, but it wasn't from the cold.
"Better, darling?" Zână asked, her voice dripping with warmth. Crimson eyes bore into Daniela's with an intensity that was impossible to ignore.
Dimitrescu leaned into Zână's side, a sly grin playing on her lips. "Much better," she purred, her voice low. She let her hand wrap around the witch's waist, which was ignored by her.
Bela, who had been observing the exchange with keen interest, found herself unable to tear her eyes away from Zână. It was as though she was under a spell, captivated by the magnetic pull of the witch. She watched as Daniela continued her playful banter, her own gaze lingering on the subtle touches and lingering glances, while the witch seemed to be oblivious to this.
Cassandra, walking just a few paces behind them, couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Her sisters' attention on Zână, her Zână, the way they flirted and vied for her affection, it all stirred something possessive within her. She hissed softly, a warning that went ignored by Daniela, who was thoroughly entranced by the enigmatic witch.
Zână's voice, tinged with amusement, reached Cassandra's ears as she turned her head to send a teasing smile. "Cassandra, are you feeling cold too?"
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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.
