Little Witch || (Devil's Night fanficion)

[02] See You Around, Little Witch.

Damon

Present

I puffed the last bit of smoke from my cigarette,  as the pungent and dry taste hit the back of my throat. God, it felt good. My eyes scanned the big wall of windows of the Thunder Bay public library, remembering the last time I was here, 3 years ago, before I got arrested because of that little Rika bitch. And of course Winter had to lie and accuse me of rape. I swear I would have taken revenge on both, but for now my brain was focused on the girl working at library. The night I met that little brat that's been fucking with my head ever since then. Goddamn her. I let the cigarette's butt fall on the pavement of the sidewalk, and crushed it under my shoe as I stepped forward the door, entering the library. The warmth embraced my body, and the scent of paper invaded my nostrils. It kinda felt good, not that I was ever a book lover, reading was never one of my favorite hobbies.

I stepped more into the big space, one of the librarians approaching me hesitantly, making me scoff. "Hello...do you need help?" the lady asked me, and I knew she was the main librarian here. "Yes, actually. I'm looking for Lily.." I asked, and I could notice the discomfort and confusion in her eyes. My reputation was worse than ever, so I wasn't surprised. Damon Torrance looking for a young girl? Hide her! Hide everyone! How scary! I thought, rolling my eyes. I looked at her, cocking my eyebrows at her. "So?" I egged her on and she sighed, gesturing to me the aisle where Lily could have been. I smiled and thanked her, as I walked in the direction the lady indicated me. I strolled calmly, hands in the pocket of my leather jacket, as I looked around, my eyes locking with some other people, and I could feel their judgment. Fuck them all. My body then froze, my eyes taking in her figure as she stretched on a small stairs. Her long black hair loosely fell onto her shoulders, her petite torso was wrapped in a cream colored sweater, as always too big for her. Her long legs were hugged by some beige dress pants, which were tighter around the hips area. That little ass looked good, I couldn't even lie. Round and firm, made me wanna spank it. I tried to focus, but I was so horny. Spending 3 years in solitary confinement didn't do any good to my already fucked up brain. I glanced back up at her, her deep brown eyes stared intensely at the spines of books, probably looking for one in particular. Her plush lips slightly pouting, as she mumbled something. I was in a trance, God she was even more beautiful, slightly older, slightly more mature. She looked a bit more tamed, compared to 3 years ago, but I had a feeling she wasn't tamed at all. As I was lost into my thoughts, I noticed her eyes landed on me. She let out an annoyed grunt as she rolled her eyes and climbed down, looking for the book on a lower shelf. Well, she saw me so let the show begin. I thought as I stepped towards her, not even hiding my frustration at her. I was still pissed off, I didn't know why but this little girl was making me lose control of everything I thought was in my control. I thought I would have never had eyes for anyone else except for Winter, and here she was, ignoring me completely which made me annoyed because I wanted her attention. What the actual fucking fuck??!! 

"I need to talk to you." I said. About what? I had no idea. I didn't have anything to talk to her about, but I just said that. "I'm working." She replied simply, and hearing her voice made my head spin a bit. It was warm, and smooth, but it had a sassy and rebellious undertone to it. God, it made me hard. "Yeah, I don't care." I replied, as I pushed back the book she was about to pull out from the shelf. 

"The world isn't gonna stop because you need it to, Torrance. Me and you have nothing to talk about. Now please, if you're not here for a book, leave." She told me, looking up at me, with her stern eyes. Her bangs fell on her forehead, till her eyebrows, she looked so cute, so innocent, but she wasn't. She was a fighter, and surprisingly I liked that. I stayed silent and watched her go back to her task, looking for the book she needed. Her body was tense and she clearly looked nervous in my presence. Good. As she should.