Seeing nothing but the bare self of a girl in his kitchen, his thought suddenly went blank, even her grumbling stomach couldn’t get to him. A strange nude girl in his kitchen was something he hadn’t thought he would see in the next hundred years. She was weird, her long unraveled reddish brown hair was covering her face. Her body held, different old and new scars . And when she lift her eyes to look at him. The eyes was something he hasn’t seen before burning in flames. And a mixture of gold and blue. 
In a flash it swipe to deep sea blue eyes.
The mop stick he held fell from his hands, leaving his mouth ajar. 
“Who are you?”
He thought a thief had sneak in here, probably a food thief in his kitchen, but he ended up seeing something else.
And she blinked her long and full lashes at him. Innocently. 
“Who the hell, are you?” He asked, his eyes running up and down her naked body again. He gulped down an invisible lump on his throat. 
What’s he gonna do? Her stomach growls. And she whined, giving him pleading eyes. 
He suddenly felt his knee went weak.
“What are you doing here?” 


THE MYSTERY GIRL.

Maeve watched Dixon sleeps. Staring at his face caressing it with her fingers. He stirred and looked at her with a smile, though still sleepy. 


“Ain’t you asleep yet. Come lay beside me.” 


“Ain’t sleepy yet. I’ll join you soon though. I had to go somewhere first.” 


“I’ll be fine. And it would be a quick meeting.” 


“Humm. Don’t stay out too late, it would be too cold without you In here.” He closed his eyes again and slept off. She chuckled and brought her head down and kissed his lips. 


Third day it was. And she’ll leave your sight. 


Don’t cry too much, and don’t forget her. That’s all she ever gonna ask. 


Standing up from the bed, she opened the door of the room and stepped out of it. Then shut it quietly behind her. She could feel the presence around her. Around the house. Someone was here. Someone with a dark spirit and a bad intent. 


A deal with the witch