Chapter 9

I keep walking; I look up, it's getting cloudy. Meh. I'm sure that Pesta knows I'm on her tail. Do I look I care? NAH! Pesta stops, I stop in my hiding place. 'sir, you can come out of the tree. You are not doing a good job for hiding and stalking.'

'how did you know I was hiding behind the tree? And pursuing you?' That was lame.

'sir, the way you looked at me was very clear.' it was that noticeable? Fuck. 'do you need my services today?'

'no you don't need to cook for me today.'

'sir I don't cook, do you want me to pleasure you?'

Three words-what the fuck? I never knew she meant that. I make a face. 'no! ew! what the hell?'

'then why did you follow me, sir?'

'you know well why I followed you, grandma pandemic.' she smiles 'oh hello, witch' and black smoke changes into a very scary spirit. rats surround her, tentacle-like smoke ropes, rotting flesh dripping off her that I can see her bone and the most important, the scary face. She stood 10 feet above the ground. Evil spirit! "nO sHiT, sHeRlOcK!" 'shut up brain!' I snap at my own brain.

'stop talking to yourself, dear. Listen to my voice.' her voice makes me want to listen to her. My will is slipping."SNAP OUT OF IT BITCH!" thanks brain! The assignment said she can make me hallucinate or hypnotise me. She can get easily distracted. I should make her talk.

'so how many men have you given blow-jobs?' shit that wasn't the thing I wanted to say. 'a lot actually, they were those disgusting sex-crazed men or pedophiles. I did that because they deserved to die.' bitch did that?! Oh man! That's nasty! Ugh!

'how many people have slept?' since she knows a lot of things about the nasty, so this is a pleasant topic to continue the conversation. If she keeps talking, I can conjure up the death spell in my mind, I will probably pass out later.

'a lot of if you double how many men I've given blowjobs it equals to how many I've slept with.'

'does that include both men and women?'

'yes! some women were dominating while most of them were submissive. The men, oh god, that was much better than what I did with women. They have such huge-.' let's block this part! She goes on about how most men she slept with, how huge their *** were. This was not how it went in my mind, I'm even more uncomfortable. I conjure death spell in my mind, while pretending to listen to her. Hopefully she'll disintegrate. Multi tasking is so hard!

I put my arm in front of me with my pointer finger showing. The spell shoots out from somewhere from the sky and it rains out on her, just her. The spell stops raining on her, and I feel like passing out. I fall down on my knees and hit a sharp stone. Ouch. I try to be awake, and my eyes can't believe what I saw. She's perfectly fine.

'you got me talking by myself. dear witch, this puny spell of yours can't make me disintegrate!'

'then what makes you disintegrate?' I hope it's something I have. This spirit can get distracted, and speaks a lot about its personal life. hope, she tells me what kills her.

'its silver. Silver has been making supernaturals: dizzy or dead. Silver can kill me.' silver, it doesn't affect me at all. Hope a knife can make her disintegrate. I just have to play passed out.

'isn't that nice?' I close my eyes and fall down face first. I call on my werewolf side, my senses heighten. My ears pick up her floating towards me. 'my, my, my! aren't you weak? I never thought I'd be eating a witch's soul. You might be tasting delicious.' I prepare for her touching me. At least this should go by my script.

I feel her boney hands touching me, lifting me up. I seriously wanted to scream. Her hands or tentacles whatever, were like acid touching my skin, lifting me of the ground. I smell bad breath! Right time to kill her! I put my hand in my pocket and I take out the silver pocket knife I took accidentally. I stabbed her on the skull. Black blood splashes all over my face.

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!' She screams and disentegrates, dropping me down. Ouch. I feel something crunch under my butt. The whistle. It's broken. I can't call dad incase anything bad happens. What am I going to do now? Sorry dad, something very bad happened.

If I survive, I'm killing Diana. I close my eyes, welcoming darkness.

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I'm dead? The first thing that comes to my mind when I wake up. Then I see, I'm in my room. So long story short, my dad found out that the whistle broken because it was a part of his... blood? Then he gave the eternal punishment to crazy D and my vampire side saved me from a deadly disease for a witch. Yay! Isn't that nice?