Cost of Witchcraft

Chapter Three: Never Give A Witch A Writing Utensil -- IT'S ALIVE?!

Both boys had stood there in complete confusion before they decided to head home, and hopefully forget that day's events. Luckily for them, there was a soft silver light seeming to guide their path. They were far too tired to question it at that point. They headed to their apartment near their college, which was a lucky find on their part. With practiced precision, Jason whipped out the key and opened the door, stopping mid-step in the scene before him.

Elvira stood there, blood dripping off of her. She was illuminated by the lights outside, which gave her a surreal effect. Hearing them, she turned slowly towards the door. The red liquid was dripping down her face and down her mouth, making her skin even pastier. Jason gave a small, scared squeak. Elvira reached out towards them, her face still not showing any emotion. Her lips parted in an attempted to say something, but she was cut off by a furious shriek from somewhere down the hall.

"It's alive!" Came a scream as Willow bolted down the hallway. She was drenched in water, and her shoes made soft, squishy sounds. She nearly crashed into Elvira, and turned to the dumbstruck boys.

A smirk plastered itself onto her face.

"Ah, I bet ye didn't think that ye were gonna see us again, aye?" She sneered, her voice sounded demanding.

Kevin got over his shock quickly. "What's alive?!" He asked, his voice rising.

"Oh," she paused, "the rain thing." She said.

Kevin groaned. "The shower... It's called a shower..." He corrected.

"Ah, for rain shower." Willow said mostly to herself as she took note.

"Wh-what is that?" Jason asked, gesturing towards the girl covered in red.

"I had a run in vith a falling pail," she said, looking her hands. A small, creepy grin pulled at her lips.

"A pail?"

"Yes. I vas opening the doors and it fell from above," she explained, not looking away from her hands.

"A pail...?" Kevin repeated, glancing at Jason suspiciously. He chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head.

"It might've or might've not been for you..." Jason said. Kevin rolled his eyes and glared at his friend. "So that's not blood?"

"Huh? Oh, no. She hasn't murdered anyone--" Willow stated.

Elvira's gaze turned upwards, and a sadistic grin played softly on her lips. "Yet." She chuckled.

"Never mind that," Jason said, feeling common sense run through his veins. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, well, since ye foolish lads awoke us --" Willow started.

"-- it's only fair that you take care of us." Elvira finished.

"Right?" They chorused together.

"Oh... God..." Kevin muttered as he rubbed his temples. "Fine. But you owe us an explanation. With details." He bargained.

The two looked at each other, and a silent conversation passed between them. Willow looked back and grinned. "We're a pair of green eyed witches. She's German; I'm Irish. And there you go, an explanation with multiple details."

Kevin glared at them and sighed in defeat. He angrily made them a sleeping area on the floor from the couch cushions and spare blankets. He then turned to them. "Okay, ladies. I do not give a shit if you sleep or not but for the love of god stay quiet until seven AM at the very earliest or I will strangle you. Got that?" Without an answer, he just turns around and stomps off to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Jason watched him leave, then turned back to them with an apologetic smile.