Red Rebirth [COMPLETED]

C h a p t e r 19

Vincent eyed the tea on Isa's desk and wondered what other concoction was in the black kettle. It smelt of strawberries and pineapples and a small hint of cinnamon but knowing these Witches, the smell was a deceiving as their nature.

Moments later, Isabeaux sauntered into the room unashamedly smelling of their seedy activity and sat on the mahogany desk. She wore red Satin dress and a sheer red robe that trailed after her. Isabeaux poured the liquid into her mug and sipped the drink, shivering as it refilled her with the energy she lost trying to sait Vincent's desires. Even drugged the man reeked of pure animalistic desire that overpowered her drug.

"Isabeaux."

The witch sighed running her tongue on the tip of the mug. "Stop being so impatient Vincent. You tired me and yet won't allow me to replenish myself."

Vincent scowled and watched the small, barely unnoticeable wrinkles fade as the drink granted her back her youth. Vincent knew behind her god like face was an old hag surviving for years on magic. A growl rumbled in his chest but Isabeaux seemed unaffected for she just chuckled.

"I came to you for help Isa and out of my respect for you -"
" I do with you say it is out of love..."
"I'm standing here as patient as I can while my my brother deals with the mess you Wothes gave help in creating. Merde!"

Isabeaux paused deciding to look as serious as Vincent demanded.

"Listen last time anyone was selling Ragnart weed Vincent was after you banned it 300 years ago."

"Come on Isa. You're better than that. You and I both know that me banning it didn't stop the sale of it on the black market. Until-"

"Until that slaughter." Isabeaux shuddered. The slaughter 255 years ago was the day she recognised Vincent's strength. She remembered the blood bath the beast had created. Bodies of buys and sellers in the Goblin dark market fed the rich soil. The moon was cast a dark crimson to mark the day where the underworld collected more lost souls that they ever had. "So what makes you think someone would be stupid enough to sell it again? You can't even grow the plant anymore, you made sure of that"

"And yet MY coven is being defeated by a user." Vincent gritted and banged the space on the table just beside Isabeaux who remained unfazed by his actions. "Find our who is doing this Isabeaux or you'll have it coming.

The witch hissed at the threat "you'll do well to remember who's house you're in my king." At those words her warrior members of her coven materialised into the room. Lorna smirked at the blue ribbon of smoke weave in and out of her delicate fingers.
Vincent chuckled. "How cute." The witches hissed "you can't have met your match Isa. The great southern witch. He felt a small flicker of triumph when he saw the Witch's eye twitch. "You have till the next full moon."
"That's in 5 days" Isabeaux growled.
"Just enough time for a Witch with your connections and capabilities."

When Isabeaux didn't respond too busy but I a metaphorical hole into Vincent's head, Vincent smiled and showed himself out of the tower.

Isabeaux watched her lover's retreating form and threw the empty mug at the door of her office. "Infuriating blood sucker"

"Who's incredibly sexy." Lorna added

Isabeaux glared at her second and ordered her to pick up the shards of clay from the floor. She ushered her coven warriors out of her office. She had a few phone calls to make.

Sorry this chapter was really short but I hope you liked it. Don't forget to Vote guys!!!