Witches

Gabriel entered the car with a smile on his face, and it slowly turned into a wide grin. If anyone saw his smile, they would think that nothing could be more enticing than this vampire's smile.

"Your Majesty, you're smiling." Gramson was astonished because just moments before His Majesty had been annoyed at everything, now he was smiling again.

"Does my smile look so bad?" Gabriel asked, raising his head at Gramson.

'Not again, Your Excellency,' Gramson thought.

"Well, Gramson, tell me, do you think the silver-haired girl could be his daughter?" Gabriel asked with a smiling face.

'I found something interesting for myself,' Gabriel thought and still maintained his charming smile.

"Yes, Your Majesty, that girl has silver hair, I haven't seen anyone with silver hair and her unique appearance, there is no way she could be his daughter."

 After a brief pause, Gramson said again, "Majesty, I think she might be a witch, or how could someone have such a unique look."

"Maybe or maybe not Gramson, we can't make hasty decisions. After we arrive, we'll go down a different path. And try to make your actions less noticeable, Gramson," said Gabriel.

'Cliff is making something special for me, seriously that puny vampire is planning to kill me, kidding haha, he never saw me in a real fight, or real me, though he doesn't deserve either,' Gabriel laughed inwardly and proudly positioned himself above all beings.

In fact, no one ever saw him in a real fight. Everyone just heard a rumor about him that many years ago he had killed the whole witch village himself. No one ever stood together against three witches, but here the mighty Gabriel killed thirty witches by himself that night.

From that time till now the witch never stood against him because that night was like a nightmare for every witch, even newborn witches have been warned by telling these stories if someone breaks the rules. Also, that particular witch will be removed from their community.

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When Elsa saw the fair, she could no longer hold her happiness in herself, and it was visible in her eyes, as she had never gone out before. This was her first time.

"Elsa, let's go," Iris grabbed her hand and dragged her away as Elsa was busy wandering her eyes around.

Gabriel watched her every moment from afar. "What a lovely creature," he said with a smile.

"Sir, I'm leaving, then," Gramson addressed him as Sir because every vampire has sharp ears.

Gabriel nodded, and then both of them covered their faces with a cloth again. Gabriel was still following Elsa, but he maintained a fair distance from her.

"Elsa, you two can get lost here, so stay close to us," said her mother.

"Okay mother, can we buy something, please?" Elsa pleaded, looking innocently.

"You can, love," said Robert instead of her mother.

"Thanks, father. Let's go to that shop. I think they are making dumplings. It smells great," Elsa suggested as Iris and Elsa were both salivating.

As they reached that shop they ordered two plates for themselves as they decided they would not share this delicious.

When Elsa put the dumplings in her mouth, she groaned in satisfaction, "Delicious," as the juices ran down her lips. She wiped it with her finger and put it back in her mouth.

And it caught Gabriel's gaze. He saw how happy the girl was to eat the food, but when he heard her moan, his eyes darkened, then went back to normal.

He felt some kind of hot desire arise in him, especially as Elsa licked the juice from her lips. Her little pink tongue looked great. "I wonder what it will taste like. Damn it! Gabriel restrained himself. She's not even sixteen yet, but she deserves punishment for doing this thing in front of me."

On the opposite side of the fair, there was a place surrounded by trees, and Harris Cliff has long been waiting for a witch there, who had promised to help him with something.

"Fuck you! I'll kill that witch for her audacity. How dare she?" Cliff punched a nearby tree, and it split the tree in two. Suddenly, a gust of wind went over his head, with the smell of flowers. Witches loved to present themselves as goddesses using the scent of flowers, attractive faces, etc.

"Well, someone is looking impatient here, but dear sir, I'm only a few hours late," the witch taunted him.

Then Harris gave her a big, dangerous smile.

"You are not an old witch, are you?" With his question, the witch looked at him with slanting eyes.

"Um, my guess was right, didn't you just rummage about the history of the witch?" Cliff asked her to recall something.

The witch laughed out loud, "Haha! Are you talking about the shoddy history that a vampire king killed thirty witches in one night? let me ask you a question. Are you there when this was happening? No! They are just a hoax. I do not believe; I think everyone spread this word to make peace between vampires and witches," That Witch haughtily answered.

Now, Harris was completely out of words. "Is this woman real? It's a myth, silly lady. By the way, who cares whether she believes it or not? I only want my plan to be fully implemented," he thought to himself.

"Well, it's up to you, witch, whether you believe it or not. Now I need something that can kill a mighty person like a god, or you can say, another god. I want to kill him all at once, or maybe you can use some kind of magic or curse, whatever works on him," Cliff completed the thing for what he came here.

"Are you talking about the same king? If yes, then I am with you. I don't know why our kind is so afraid of him, and to your knowledge, I am the strongest witch of my generation, so you can trust me. I am a two-element holder with switching capability," the Witch said in a proud voice.

Harris didn't give her any answer. "Maybe she's the strongest, but she didn't know the king, so never let your guard down when your opponent is stronger than you, but who cares if she dies or survives, or maybe her death is in my hands," Harris smiled upon his thoughts.