Chapter Seventeen: Stealing a Witch*

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Orion:

I already knew I would do anything for him, just the way he smiled, giggled, and talked was enough to make me fall for him. If he asked I would probably grant his every wish, well maybe. Not everything of course, for example, if he wanted to go back home, I possibly couldn't accept that. He had me wrapped around his little finger, and he had no idea. He was so beautiful laying there, I couldn't help but run my hands down his delicate body.

His lips parted and made the most heavenly moan I have ever heard.

I sighed pulling the covers up to his chin, smiling softly. He sighed in content also, and rolled over on his stomach. I got up, and walked to the large doors, but not before giving him on last glance over my shoulder. I exited the room, feeling the loss of his presence immediately.

Tonight I would find Alice, the witch that almost ruined everything but luckily she failed in her plan.

The humans were out in numbers as if they were celebrating something but I knew there was no time for that.

"Sam and Riley have left for the dome, and despite the danger they are in search of Sketch."

"Conner, why didn't they consult with me? Sketch would not be inside the dome, he would be inside Orion's Castle. Sketch has unnatural beauty, and anyone would want to have him." That was Alice, the know it all witch. Not like it was that important that she figured it out, actually I should give her credit for doing so.

One by one the humans started going their separated ways as the sun set for the night, and I only waited a few minutes at most before the only a few ones were left (including Alice). I waved my hand and the humans fell one by one including the witch herself. Her magic was too slow for her and my own ability out did her in a matter of seconds.

I made it to the castle when the sun started to rise, a little after the first bird sung its song for the morning.

After securing everything, I decided going back to check on Sketch was the best thing I could  do at the moment.

When I opened the doors I was surprised to see no sleeping angel but instead found something that will never be erased from my mind.

He was sitting on the windowsill in nothing but his cute underwear, with a blanket wrapped around his small body to keep him warm. I noticed his nightgown was on the floor in a small pile, right next to a knocked over bottle of blood not even a sip missing.

The only thing missing were two wings and he could have easily become an angel. He didn't hear me until I closed the door, his reaction time a little slow but I didn't blame him, humans weren't known to be active in the morning. His beautiful blue eyes locked with mine, he smiled, pulling the blanket tighter over him.

"The nightgown was itchy, can I wear something else?" he asked.

"Of course, what would my Sketch want to wear instead?" I asked.

"Anything that isn't scratchy." He said as if it were obvious and even if he used that tone with me his little attitude was what made him so cute.

As eight hit the bell a maid sprung forth from the doors, wheeling in her cart to serve her temporary Master, or so she thought. She picked up the fallen and forgotten items on the floor that Sketch just couldn't be bothered with it seemed. Maybe I'll teach him some manners later but for now it was just the matter of him getting used to all of this and well me of course.

"Get him something softer in material, nothing scratchy." I said sternly hinting the last part toward Sketch so he knew all his demands would be answered and she nodded quickly, taking back the fabric.

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