Red Witch - BXB [UNDER EDITING]

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[ cedar's pov ]

     "So, where shall we start?" I said, looking intently into Arlen's eyes. He always had pretty eyes, at least in my opinion he did. He had a yellowish blue kind of eye color and it was very intriguing. I hated myself for thinking that. I wasn't supposed to find anything about him intriguing, I was supposed to hate everything about him, just like I do with everybody else. I wasn't supposed to have..feelings for another living thing. I was supposed to hate everyone and everything. Though now is honestly not the time to be thinking or worrying about anything of the sort. I have questions to answer.

"How about you start with the part about me being more powerful than you. What do you mean by that?"

I sighed deeply. This was something that was very hard to explain, it was complicated, and I didn't understand how he didn't know this about himself before. I kind of wished he did, so I didn't have to try so hard to explain it, but no, he knew nothing about his powers, about what he was capable of.

I thought for a moment, about how I was gonna put all this in simple words. "Arlen..you..have witch's blood. You practically have black magic running through your veins."

"But..you're a witch..you have witch's blood too, what makes me more powerful than you?" He looked genuinely confused. I sighed deeply. "You are also part vampire, you also have vampire blood in you, and witches and vampires are some of the most powerful creatures in the world. So for you to have both vampire and witch blood in you, pretty much makes you ten times more powerful than any ordinary witch or vampire." This was so hard to explain. "Do you get it?"

He bit his lip, thinking very hard for a moment before saying, "I get it, yes, but..I'm weak..there's no way I am powerful."

"Well, news flash, you are, and you quite clearly need to start practicing on all your powers and stuff."

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?!"

"Heck if I know, concentrate more."

"What does concentrating have to do with any of this?!"

"I mean concentrate on your magic more, your powers, try focusing on..activating them or something."

He sighed heavily and dramatically layed his head down in his hands, covering his face. He didn't speak. He didn't say anything else. He just..sat there, and I kind of just sat there awkwardly while staring at him. I continued watching him as his shoulders started shaking. I continued to watch as I heard his little pathetic sniffles. And I continued to watch as he started practically screaming, sobbing into his hands.

"I really don't understand why you're crying." I said, a bored look on my face. Even though I seemed bored, I was practically dying on the inside. Something inside me most definitely didn't like seeing him cry, but I won't dare admit that out loud, much less admit it to myself.

"I..don't know why I-I'm crying ei-either." He choked out, still crying. "I just — this is all so much to take in."

"It really isn't."

He finally lifted his head from his hands. His eyes rimmed with red from his crying. "It is. I don't want to be powerful. I don't want to have to save you or myself or anyone else for that matter. It wouldn't make any kind of difference or impact in my life. Not to mention its kind of hard to fight for your life and others lives when you have no motivation to live and hate everyone."

Though that was kind of shocking hearing from him, I kind of see where he was coming from with that. I didn't want to save any of these imbeciles either, and I could honestly care less about my own life, I mean hell, I have nothing to live for. But as of now..I feel like..maybe..just maybe..I might have something to live for with Arlen. I hate to admit it, I really do, but Arlen..he truly is something else. I shouldn't get my hopes up though, and I know I shouldn't, I mean he already did technically say he could care less about me. I mean, no one loves a psychotic witch who kills for a living. Hell, I don't even love myself. I don't blame him for hating me, I don't blame anyone, because I hate me too.

"Do you hate me?" I suddenly blurted out, not really thinking. I regretted it as soon as the words left my mouth. They were practically laced in desperation and slight hurt, it made me angry. Why did I have to go and say that? I could care less if he hated me or not......at least that's what I want to believe.

He looked shocked. His eyes widening. "I — uhh," He seemed to stop and think for a moment. "Honestly..I don't know. I don't think I hate you, but I don't really think I like you either, you confuse me."

"Confuse you? How?"

"I don't know, its just right when you start seeming like maybe a decent living thing you go off and do something awful. Like..typically hurt me. I'm intrigued by you, but also scared by you."

I suddenly get this weird feeling within me, that makes me just want to stop talking (and him to stop talking) all together. Or at least stop talking about that. The feeling is like a mixture of guilt and nervousness. Guilt because of the fact I've hurt him before, and nervousness because he feels intrigued by me. What does he mean by intrigued? I don't like it, I don't like the way it makes me feel. I want to know what he means by that but at the same time I don't. I'm scared of what the answer may be, what the answer may bring. I don't want to know.

"O-Okay," Of course I just had to freaking stutter. "um, switching topics, is there anything else you want me to answer? Like, with the whole 'there's a demon out to kill us and anyone who gets in its way' kind of thing?"

I kind of hope he says no, that he doesn't want an answer to that, because it will honestly probably take to long to explain, and I'm kind of really exhausted. Also I'm not in the mood to talk about that right now, but I'd give anything to get off of the previous subject we were on. Though at the same time I don't really want to acknowledge the fact there is a evil demon coming after the both of us, just because I probably wouldn't mind dying doesn't mean I'm not afraid of dying. I'm kind of scared of what death may bring. What will happen to me? Will I go to Heaven? Is there a Heaven? Will I go to Hell? Is there even a Hell? Will I just be stuck in the dark abyss of nothingness, seizing to exist?

I honestly don't want to find out, not right now at least.