Good Little Witch

Part 7

"You've never had a waffle?"

"No"

"But they're so good! Did they not have waffles when you were human?" You demand, pressing your fork into the waffle on your plate and dragging a torn piece through the ocean of syrup you have on it.

"Unfortunately no."

"Do you want to try a bite?"

"I cannot consume human food." Angelo isn't even looking up from his papers where they're sprawled across the kitchen table. You sigh, propping your chin on your hand as you eat your breakfast, despite its eight at night. Hanging with night creatures has your schedule messed up already, you haven't seen daylight in ages.

But it doesn't bother you.

You'd never cared much for the sun anyway.

"You'll go into a sugar coma with all that syrup," Angelo says after a moment, studying some paperwork in Greek, and you roll your eyes as you lean back in your chair.

"It's good if you'll try it."

"It won't taste good to me. My body doesn't need food anymore," he turns a page obnoxiously. "As you're well aware of what I feed off of."

"You make yourself sound like a parasite."

"Some would call demons that."

"You're so infuriating," you grumble, reaching for your glass as you hear him chuckle. He squeezes your knee, your legs criss crossed in the chair, feet bare as usual. You hate wearing shoes and you won't if you don't have too.

"Jeez, you two look cheesy right now. Are the kids going to come by in their Sunday best and ask daddy for a kiss?" Horror sneers as he enters the kitchen, seeing the two of you sitting so cozily at the table.

Both of you roll your eyes.

"What do you want?" You sigh, grimacing as he pulls a chair out, plopping down. You're sitting at the end of the table, Angelo on your right. Horror now sits at your left, looking curiously at your plate.

"Angelo never answers his phone so I have to come visit. If you two would stop fucking all the time I wouldn't have to come over."

Your cheeks pinken, and Angelo half-grins, finally glancing up from his paperwork.

"That wouldn't be any fun then, would it, brother?"

Horror sighs. "Whatever. I'm just here for a status update."

"Ah." Angelo stacks his papers, dropping them against the table a few times to make sure they're even. "So far, you've sent me three werewolves and one Mikaelson, so I say we're doing well for just two weeks."

"They're remarkably easy to find," Horror remarks, watching the syrup drip off your waffles. "Cocky humans. What is that you're eating?"

"It's a waffle. Why does no one know what a waffle is!?" You frown.

"A what?" Horror looks perplexed, sniffing at the sugary scent of maple. "I've never heard of such a thing."

"Neither had Angelo." You mutter, reaching for your glass again.

Horror tilts his head, black hair spilling down his shoulders as he reaches for your fork.

"Don't do it," Angelo warns him.

"I just want to look at it," Horror assures, poking at the yellow bread covered in thick syrup and melted butter. It smells amazing --- his mouth is literally watering!

"Richard ---!"

You blink as Horror pops a fork full between his lips, hearing Angelo sigh.

Horror gives it a moment, then his lips pucker and he turns a terrible gray color. You watch in surprise as he throws himself from the table and to the trash, immediately emptying his mouth.