The Survivors Wife | 04 | k. petrova

chapter 3

chapter 3: the demon

[ "Stop playing with your food."

"Why must you always ruin my fun, Atty? ]

{ warnings: blood, homophobic language, name-calling, gore, implied/referenced death }

things to know: 

tribade :: a vulgar term for a lesbian that was commonly used in european texts from the 1600s to the mid-1800s.

It had been three days of traveling through the wilderness in search of a safe haven. They had taken minimal breaks, wishing to speed along the process even though they had no idea where they were going. But by day three, they were all in need of a much longer break.

The children were exhausted and cranky, the older folk were tired and lagging, and the rest were antsy.

Micah decided that they needed to rest for a little bit before they could continue on.

Two of their best hunters went out and caught them some breakfast. The food was cooked and given out to the coven. It was small portions, but it would be enough to tide them over until the next hunt.

They'd need to make do.

Luciana watched a young boy pick at his bony and fatty part. It wasn't very appetizing nor would it be any good for him to eat. She gently took his plate and replaced it with her own.

He smiled brightly at her and thanked her, before devouring the food in front of him. She smiled back and chewed as much of her share as she could.

Once they were all done, they cleaned up.

"Alright, let's saddle up, my friends. We must continue our journey," Micah said, standing at the head of their coven once again with Elena by his side.

"Well, looky here, boys!"

The coven tensed at the sight of a group of men, two on horses and the rest on foot, with guns thrown over their shoulders and knives strapped to their waists.

Luciana steps in front of the little boy to whom she had given food to earlier along with his little sister who grasps his hand tightly.

"Are you folks in trouble?" One of the men on the horses asks, tilting his head.

"No, no," Micah smiled, stepping forward a bit, "we are just passing through. Trying to find a new home for ourselves." He tipped his hat in the men's direction. "No need to worry about us."

Two of the men toward the back were whispering to each other and Luciana had a distinct feeling it had something to do with them. She glanced at her sister who seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"Now, I don't mean any disrespect," one of the men in the back who was whispering said, stepping forward and eyeing the group critically, "but where did you come from?"

Micah said nothing for a moment, knowing that they were damned either way.

"Witches," one of the men hissed, already readying his gun, "they're the witches that fled! Old Francis was talking about it!"