"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...
Song: Euclid- Sleep Token (screaming, crying, throwing up 🥴)
AN: this chapter got me feeling some type of way fr 😮💨
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The Gambler
The plan was simple. Keep our eyes on the witch. We were watching for any suspicious movement towards her vicinity.
And we'd make it clean.
No bloodletting. No feeding. This was just to thin the herd until shit really hit the fan.
"Set up shop in the haunted house," I said under my breath to Sam. "Des, hit the corn maze. If I notice a tail, I'll bring them to you. Are we clear?"
"Yessir," Des said simply, tugging up the bandana over his nose. "Let's get these fuckers."
"Best assignment ever," Sam breathed.
"And take it easy on the kids in there," I warned. "Don't make a scene. Stay reasonable, Sam."
"Okay, fine," he grumbled. "I'm still gonna give 'em hell."
Before I could warn him again, he was gone. Des was also swaggering down the long avenue of vendors and game booths, tipping his hat slightly at the females he passed.
Some of them nearly fainted.
I turned my gaze toward the witch. She stood about ten feet away in the center of the walkway. Her back was turned as she looked out at her surroundings. She looked so small compared to the world around her. People were brushing past like blurs trying to get where they wanted to go.
She was the only thing that was completely still.
I came up behind her, clearing my throat softly.
"Why don't you show me around," I suggested.
She jolted slightly. "Oh," she said awkwardly. "Sure. It could be useful to know the ins and outs of this place."
That and I wanted to make sure she was as comfortable as possible before everything went down. She needed to stay relaxed.
"Let's not worry about that," I chuckled. "I've done my fair share of research. I just want to see where your eyes take you."
The witch looked up at me warily. "What— like a tour?"
I shrugged. "Sure, if that's what you would like to call it. Maybe if I could see this place through your eyes, I'd— I don't know— appreciate this a little more."
She thought it over for a second.
"Alright," she nodded. "Yea. I think I'd like that."
I felt my shoulders relax as the relief flowed through my body.
"Lead the way, little witch," I whispered, leaning down towards her ear.
Her delicate fingers grasped my hand and she pulled me forward despite me nearly tripping over myself.
