"Come on, little witch. You're only prolonging the inevitable. We're going to have you one way... or the other..."
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There are some rules you don't break
when it comes to the supernatural.
1. Don't be an idiot.
2. Don't make deals with Demons...
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The Gambler
I watched her walk home just as the street lights flickered on. That human boy was beside her like a loyal dog awaiting his treat.
The sight of him so hopelessly and shamelessly begging for her attention was amusing. He was all but panting for her.
But that girl had a taste for something, and it sure as hell wasn't some vanilla ass human.
Levi had told us of his exploits earlier in the day. He told us how easily she gave in. How she practically melted in his hands.
I had almost stuck him with the corkscrew I held right then. He had taken the first crack at her without any word to us. We were in this together, hell or high water.
She would be a tough nut to crack. I could see it in her eyes. There was a fury that ran deep. Though she was small in stature, I could tell she had the stubbornness of an ox and the rage of a firebird.
It would take all four of us to make her walls crumble. It would take all four of us, possibly all at once.
It made me laugh knowing that her little human pet would never be able to witness that rage. She was something else when she was pissed.
I drew in a long final drag of my cigarette, the tip of it just barely singeing my fingertips as I flicked it to the ground and exhaled. I haphazardly squash it with my boot.
A window lit up in the second story of her ancient little home. Her delicate frame moved quickly across. When she came back into view, she held a thick black leather bound book. No doubt her family grimoire.
I chuckled to myself. "What are you up to, little witch?"
Her face was practically a snarl as she violently flipped the pages of the book. For a moment, her face almost lit up with hope.
A moment later, that slight glimmer died. She had to be looking into ways to kill us. She would be disappointed to know that there was no way to do that without getting her hands a little dirty.
My mouth watered as my nose picked up her scent. Even from a block away, the feint scent of lavender and honey made me mad with hunger. It was so light and delicate, I had to stop myself from going feral right then and there.
Patience.
It would take patience to win this little game she started. I liked playing games. The others did too. This game in particular would be especially delightful. The prize would be eternally worth it.
She would be worth it.
So I would stay here in the shadows.
Watching.
Waiting.
Haunting her every footstep, until she would inevitably make a mistake.
And then we would take my time with her— see how far she would bend her innocence until it snapped.
