Bloodlust

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As Reese laid eyes upon the blonde beauty, she felt as if she recognized her. That woman who walked out before had a striking resemblance to this one. Though her beauty could not compare and not just because the woman in front of her was younger. It was because her aura was more light and loving.

The woman from earlier must be her mother, she thought. Cordelia cleared her throat, taking Reese out of her daydream. "My apologies, the door was open" Reese said confidently. Cordelia squinted her eyes at her, trying to see if she was telling the truth. "I don't believe it was" she said approaching the woman.

She took in her appearance, from top to bottom, before gazing back into her eyes. Green eyes pierced into her brown ones and she was momentarily thrown off balance. "Who are you?" Cordelia asked curiously, "Alicia" Reese responded, using her alias that she gives out to strangers.

"Hmm..." Cordelia replies, taking in this strange woman once more. There was something about her energy—her presence—that intrigued Cordelia. "It's customary to give your name as well is it not?" Reese asked boldly to which Cordelia raised an eyebrow. "I was waiting for you to tell me your real name" Cordelia snapped.

Reese was taken off guard by the blonde's tone and behavior. "Reese" she says narrowing her eyes not really caring at the moment. "Cordelia" the woman responded and Reese nodded slowly. "So Cordelia... what is this place?" Reese asked leaning onto the back of the couch.

"You expect me to just offer information to you after you broke into my house?" Cordelia responds, crossing her arms in front of her chest to mimic Reese. "You're still mad about that? My apologies, miss" Reese says mocking sincerity. Cordelia scoffs and moves even closer to the young woman. "What are you?" Cordelia asks disregarding the woman's earlier question.

"What are you?" Reese counters as if she had no idea what Cordelia is talking about. How can she possibly know, the woman asks herself. She won't give herself away, that's the number one rule of survival. "You're tough... I'm a witch" Cordelia answers.

"And I'm just supposed to believe you? If you are, why would you just tell me that?" Reese retorts, not doubting the woman, just pushing her buttons. Cordelia produces fire in her hands and smirks at Reese, expecting a reaction. Reese just looks at her unimpressed which peaks Cordelia's interest. "I could just erase your memories anyway" Cordelia says waving away the fire.

"Fair enough. Who are those people?" Reese asks her pointing behind her with her thumb. "On the wall? The former supremes" Cordelia answers expecting further questions. "Oh so what like... the head of the clan or some shit" Reese says. "Yeah or some... thing" Cordelia says pausing momentarily at the woman's choice of words.

"You seem to know a bit about witchcraft" Cordelia says trying to prompt a conversation. "You seem to be nosy" Reese replies, "I'm not the one who broke into someone's house" Delia says. "Touché" Reese answers realizing the woman has a point. "Tea?" Cordelia asks turning around towards the kitchen.

"I broke into your house and you're offering me tea" Reese states questioningly. "Well what kind of host would I be if I didn't? You're a guest—although unwanted—still a guest" Cordelia says. Reese chuckles and shakes her head in response before following the blonde.

"Your house is nice" the brunette attempts to compliment the blonde to make it less awkward. "Thanks" Delia says simply while turning on the kettle before facing the brunette. She's perched herself onto a stool beside the island. "So what brings you here?" Cordelia asks the woman while leaning on the counter.

"Just felt like it" Reese shrugs having not answered that question for herself yet. "There's always a reason" Cordelia states before turning off the whistling kettle and making the cups of tea. She sets one in front of the woman who, despite the scalding temperature, takes a sip without blowing.

"You make your own tea?" Reese questions as the blonde watches her intently. "Yeah. How'd you know?" she asks, slightly confused with her knowledge. "I've never tasted a tea like this before. I love tea and I've pretty much tried them all but, this is different" she says taking another sip.

"Lavender, vanilla... a little nutmeg and clove... what is it cinnamon?" Reese asks pretty confident with her answer but no one likes a know-it-all. "Yes actually. Fascinating" Cordelia says now sitting across from this interesting woman. "You have an amazing sense of taste" she says.

"Actually, it's the smell" Reese says, "interesting" Delia responds. They spend the afternoon talking about random things and they both realize that they have a sort of gravitation towards one another. Soon enough Fiona, along with the girls, come back. Delia momentarily turns her head to greet them and introduce them to Reese.

But before she can even get a word out she feels a breeze. It twirls her hair into her face and once she removes the hair covering her eyes, Reese is gone. She's at a loss for words and distractedly greets the girls who go to bed, saying they're tired. Fiona retreats as well, not bothering to speak a word to her daughter.

It would usually bother Delia but she's too caught up in the thoughts of where Reese could've gone. Did she transmutate? Was she a witch? She didn't feel any power from her that would've indicated a witch. She felt something but, it wasn't that. Then, her thoughts were halted abruptly by a paper.

Had to go sorry

That's it, along with a phone number and a rushed drawing of what looks like a smiley face.