ShadowFallen (GxG)

Chapter 11: A Tag Along,Witch Bitch

I got on the motorcycle turning the key and speeding out of the Alley. I heard of the Witch Market was somewhere in the upper class,of New York.

I let my wolf eyes show. The white of my eyes now a charcoal black,my amber eyes glowing. I looked through the streets for symbols and scents. I saw several glamoured creatures walking in the streets.

I had my bandana on my hood up. I parked the motorcycle in an alley beside a side entrance of a gay bar. A witches seal was lightly dusted on the door.

I didn't touch it,if I did then it would alert the witch. I needed to get it out of her,it would cost an arm and a leg,most likely literally.

I clutched the handle of the door and opened it. Seeing flashing lights dancers,and several people kissing along the walls. Nothing new.

I tried to avoid being caught in the lips of some of the girls,their eyes were filled with lust. I guess me looking masculine really made them think I was a stud.

I followed the glowing scent of the witch through the halls and up the walls. I stopped at some stairs leading up into the offices.

I walked up the stairs a dangerous feeling in my veins. I stopped seeing the Witch speaking to a Warlock. The glowing orange of the warlock and the vibrant pink of the witch alerted me.

The Witches eyes fell on me she smirked. Her red lips spreading seductively. I watched her my eyes furiously glowing now.

Her small smile slackened and turned serious. Noticing I wasn't interested in having sex with the woman. "Excuse me one moment." She said side stepping the Warlock. She walked past me touching my arm I felt a jolt of electricity.

My hand was shaking as she walked into her office. She wanted me to follow her.

I took some time slowly following her. I opened her door to see her sitting on her desk. She had a finger pointed to a leather chair propped against the wall.

"Sit." She ordered as I felt the door flick to a lock. "Business...only." I said carefully. "Oh I know Wolf.." She sighed opening a drawer putting out stashes of weapons,charms,and different kinds of materials to combine.

I was lucky to have found this place but she seemed to be really expensive.

"What material?" She asked I looked up at her. "Angels Tears." I answer simply. "Out killing demons hmm?" I didn't answer the witch. "Alright,by the looks of It you like gold." She snickered.

"You wear them proudly for someone your age." She takes note pulling out a double barreled sawed off shot gun. The stock was an ebony with gold symbols and the charm was being placed.

A witches pentagram was burned into the butt of it. The shot gun looked hold but that in the NetherRealm looked like a cannon.

"Don't you think you should,go a little cheaper on a customer like me?" I asked raising an eyebrow as she put it down on the table.

"Not a chance as long as you take me with you." The witch smirked at her bargain. Before I could open my mouth she strut up to the chair placing her legs over mine her hands on the wall.

Her ebony hair and glowing orange eyes looked into my wolffish ones. "It gets very boring,all cooped up In here,I'm actually looking for a new employer." She begins.

My mind raced over the options. Get a gun,kill the Crimson Demons leader and members,get a witch that creates weapons.

"You look like you would treat everyone fair for such a strong wolf." She ran a hand along the scar through my bandana.