"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 Witch
The night passed slowly into the morning. I hadn't slept a wink since this entire thing began. I still hadn't been able to reach Gen to let her know I was alive and I had no idea if James was alright.
It was the thirtieth. Tomorrow was Halloween. I had two days left on Earth.
I stared at the black dress I had bought from Marcelene. It was fitting for the occasion. I had told her I'd wear it to the grave. I didn't think that my grave had come to swallow me whole so soon.
I was so afraid. So fucking afraid. I didn't know how else to cope besides practicing for my wake. I was going fucking insane since that was my only logical method of mental preparation I could muster.
I undressed and slipped into the beautiful fabric. I struggled to zip myself up, cursing angrily when I couldn't do it.
"That is a lovely dress, darling," I heard Levi say, stepping into the mirror's gaze from behind me. "What's the occasion?"
I quickly turned around, not allowing him any opportunity to take advantage of my nearly undressed state.
"None of your business," I said sharply. "Out."
"You look like you need some help with that," he chuckled. "Need a hand?"
I growled, cursing to myself. "Zip it up," I muttered, turning back around.
He pinched the edges together and the sound of a zipper moving upwards filled my ears as his fingertips grazed along my spine. Sparks blazed across my skin.
"There," he said softly. "Beautiful."
I stepped away from him quickly, fighting the blush.
"You can leave," I said firmly. He just stood there, looking at me. "Levi," I spoke grimly. "Please leave."
He took a breath. "You don't have to be afraid, Coralynn. You have much bigger things in store for you than a funeral."
My chest tightened. "What do you mean," I asked, frowning.
"You don't think I've practiced my own viewing," he asked me, head tilting to the side as a faint smile curved his lips. "I've practiced it thousands of times. I'd get dressed in my suit and I'd lie in my bed till I felt like my body was disintegrated into dust. It's how I'd cope. Here. Lie down."
Suspicion narrowed my eyes, but curiosity moved my feet. I stepped towards the bed, sitting on it slowly before laying back.
"Your body is a vessel," he said softly, approaching the bedside and kneeling. He carefully arranged my body on the bed with light fingers before stroking my cheek. "It's just a place to store that precious vitality within."
I shut my eyes as his touch studied my features. My breathing was quiet, but I fidgeted trying to get a good body position.
"Stay still," he ordered softly. "Let me move you."
