Oblitus (Book 4)

“Oh, Alexandria NuFai. You poor desperate vampire.” She said throwing her head back and laughing. The sound rang out through the corridors; it was a cold soulless sound that cut me deep like her words prior. “You want me to make a deal with you?” She laughed, her long golden locks falling over her shoulders as a cruel and vain smile played at her perfect ruby red lips. “Yes.” I said fearlessly looking into her eyes. I knew that with one flick of her wrist she could send me into the depths of hell. She was after all the most powerful witch in the world. No one could claim that title without doing the things she had done to every species the world had to offer. The smile slowly faded from her lips like melting wax from a candle. “Why should I accept your offer, and what could you possibly have to offer me?” She asked arching an eye brow. “I offer you my soul.” I said. “YOU DON’T HAVE A SOUL TO OFFER ME!” She snarled, she sounded almost like a drill sergeant at boot camp.
The woman stood up and crossed to the window looking out it and crossing her hands behind her back. “You’re life on the other hand,” she said turning to look at me, the sun bounced of her hair making it look Barbie blonde, “is something I would accept.” She said turning and crossing the room in a few quick steps. She offered me a long acrylic tip fingered hand. “Take my hand. If you decide not to, this offer will never come again.” She whispered her voice musical and her eyes danced at the thought of trapping a vampire in her world of spells and hexes, like a caged animal. I thought about her offer and accepted her hand.