Witchy Ways (Antisepticeye x reader)

Nice Of You To Stop In

A/N- This entire book will be written in your point of view unless stated otherwise. Enjoy.

Your  P.O.V.

I was in my kitchen sitting in the stool at the counter mixing herbs. I felt a presence and heard a bang coming from the dining area. I live in a small cabin like house basically in the middle of no where.

I'm not to find of people, especially since the trials. I've been hidden away for long only heading into the nearest town when absolutely needed which wasn't very often considering I bought everything I needed in bulk whenever I did head into town.

I looked at my cat who stood up and hissed.

I turned around on the stool and got up stretching.

Feels negative.

I strolled into my dining area and at the small table sat a demon twirling the tip of his butterfly knife on my table top.

"Oh, (Y/N), nice of you to stop in." He grinned wickedly at me.

"And what do you want?" I hissed back as velvety as he'd originally spoken.

"You." He hissed pointing the knife my way. I was not at all impressed.

"Yes, and I want to finish what I was working on." I said crossing my arms.

"You don't get it do you?" He asked standing. He was only maybe two feet away from me, maybe an inch and a half taller.

"I need you." He said placing his hand on my shoulder as quickly taking it off in pain. His hand started smoking, skin searing.

"Let that be a warning. Get out." I looked him dead in the eyes.

"But, how did you... You witch." He growled making me chuckle.

"You couldn't tell? Now, last warning. Get out." I said not breaking eye contact.

"Or what?" He spat.

With a move of my hand he was flung against the wall and pinned there.

I walked up to him placing my hand on his throat pinning him only by my grip on his throat now. He began to choke.

I leaned in close to his ear, and began to speak.

"You listen here boy, and you listen good. I am not one to play games. I will kill you if I must but to be honest, I'm in the middle of something and have no time for your bull shit. Come in here again and you will not be leaving. Understand?" He didn't reply. My hand seared into his neck burning him.

"Ah! Yes, yes!" He grunted.

"Good. Let that be a reminder." I said and threw him towards the door.

He stood up, shot me a dirty look and walked out the door.

I walked back into my kitchen and returned to making my potion.