Bewitching the Demon ✓ (GxG)

Thirty-Three

Thunder continued to make itself known by its loud, crashing noises above the academy—-and it would appear as though it had no intention of ceasing anytime soon.

    What's with all of the storms recently?, Kara pondered to herself as she kept holding onto Greyson, her footsteps almost in perfect sync with Dylan's. It's almost as if all it knows how to do is storm… She laughed a little to herself despite the pain in her wounded hand and the pain of her skull injury—-her laugh was so faint that it was easily drowned out by the rain that lashed out aggressively at the stone roof above them. What game is mother nature getting at?, Kara pondered. Is this just a simple coincidence, or is there something else in store for everyone?

    “Kara,” Dylan's voice began to ring out as they made their way through the surprisingly empty corridors. 

    “Yeah?” Kara didn't look over at her friend, she just kept her gaze facing forward, trying to determine where this ‘Eliesavetta Kovacheva' would reside. For some witch compound, this place sure is eerily silent right now… I suppose people are still busy with their binding rituals.

     “When you said you hated witches,” Dylan began to say. “...did you mean all of them?”

    Kara nodded. “Yes. All of them.”

   “Every single one?” Dylan questioned his friend as they continued to walk down the dimly lit hallways—-he slowed, starting to fall behind Kara a little bit.

     Kara replied to her friend's question with, “That's what ‘all of them' means, does it not?”

     Another crackle of thunder shattered the air above the tower.

     Greyson whined.

     “It's okay, bud,” Kara whispered to the little boy before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

     “What about your brother?” Dylan's voice reverberated off the stone walls of the open corridor.

     Kara raised an eyebrow as she slowed her pace as well to match with Dylan's once more. “What about Nico?”

     “Well,” Dylan started to say. “Your brother's a witch as well…” He sucked in a breath, shoving his hands deep within the pockets of his jacket, hoping the blood from his hand wound wouldn't get everywhere. “Does that mean you hate him too?”

    “Are you asking me if I… h-hate… N-Nico?” Kara's expression fell a little as she faltered.

    “Mhm… That's exactly what I'm asking,” Dylan clarified.

    Kara blinked a few times in disbelief at Dylan's question before shaking her head, quickly. “Of course not!” She inhaled. “Firstly, he's my little brother… I can't hate him—-that would be wrong of me… Plus, he's innocent. He didn't ask to be a witch. He didn't ask to have magic as much as we asked to be born of fire.”

   “Ah…” Dylan began to respond to Kara's explanation on the matter that was just presented. “So… You don't hate Nicolas because he's innocent… Because he's a kid.”

    Kara wetted her lips, adjusting how Greyson sat in her arms into a more comfortable position for the two of them, careful not to get any blood from her hand wound on the little boy. “Yeah… He's a kid. He didn't agree to what the witches do with the bindings…”

    “For all we know,” Dylan began to speak up in response to Kara's reply. “...Mycah and Leslie could've opposed the binding too. It's just that at some place like this, the binding's mandatory… Or at least, that's what I'd assume.”