CHAPTER 4

　　Elena's POV

　　He stared at me from down to up and gave a cheeky grin. "Gosh! You look incredibly hot. I bet you will look even better without your clothes on."

　　"What the hell!" I gave him a disgusted look.

　　Susan cackled loudly. "See, I like him already."

　　"Hmm! Someone who finally sees me for who I am. I like you too Suzy." He wiggled his brow at a blushing Susan.

　　"I should leave you love birds to catch up." Suzy blew Cass a kiss and walked away.

　　"We are not love birds for Pete sake." I stamped my feet and frowned.

　　"Too bad I don't believe you." Suzy hollered and slammed the door of my chamber.

　　"Whatever!" I rolled my eyes at Suzy and faced Cass. "Why are you here?"

　　He let out an exasperated sigh and licked his plump, red lips. "Well, the meeting got boring so I came to look for the hottest girl."

　　"Good, you should leave now." I opened the door to my room and stepped in.

　　"Why? You got a problem with me?" He strolled to my side and peered at my face.

　　"Ever heard of social distancing? I think the humans are quite familiar with that, douche." I punched his chest and settled on a chair.

　　He tapped his fingers to his chin and stared at me with those grey eyes that remained sparks of the black smith's fire. His brown tousled hair reminded me of deep caramel, and his white olive skin gave the illusion of warm creamy milk. If there is one word to describe Cass, he is the definition of beauty. He is tall, poised, elegant, rich, an heir to a respectable family, and a total douche bag because of his ego and pride and the last thing I will do is to fuel his ego.

　　"Why are you staring? You know it is rude to do so, right?" I scolded.

　　He let out a low peal of laughter. "I'm just wondering why you are immune to my charms. That's strange."

　　"Well, I clearly got vaccinated you know." I grabbed a chill blood bag and began sipping lightly.

　　We were busy having small talks and bantering when Hilda barged in with a frightening terror.

　　"Why is he here?" She glared at me, her fists were balled so tightly that I feared she could crack her bones.

　　"He got bored and found his way here. " I shrugged at Hilda, why are you so mad.

　　"I was pissed before coming in but seeing his face fuels the anger." She pinched her index finger and her thumbs together.

　　"Oh my, you really can't handle my handsome face?"

　　"More like your face pisses me off." Hilda slammed her fists on the wall.

　　Cass gasped, feigning shock. "You have got such a temper."

　　Hilda licked her frozen lip and gave a forced smile. "Oh no Cass, I only have a quick reaction to bullshit."

　　I was getting adapted to Hilda and Cass' bantering when I heard something else. It sounded like howling, chanting, roaring, and all sort of supernatural noise, surrounding the quarter.

　　"What is that sound?" I gasped with terror.

　　"Just what I was about informing you before Mr Ass got in the way." Hilda hissed and brought out her daggers.

　　"It is Cass." He muttered.

　　"The castle is surrounded by witches, vampires, and werewolves. An execution is about to be made." Hilda hissed quietly and we all looked at one another with shock once it got registered in our brain what shitty thing was about to happen.

　　An entirely unwelcomed surprise.

　　Laws are important, but they can only be effective if the people know about the particular law, and rule number one of the supernatural states: No killing or slaughtering of vampires.

　　In accordance with the noise and the crowd gathered outside the quarter, it was clear that they all demanded justice which had nothing to do with what went on in a courtroom, and more of what came out of it.

　　We were all gathered in the official courtroom of the quarter and I could tell everyone was itching to spill one thing or the other. Father was sitting at the seat allocated to the judge and trying to get things kicking in motion, while mom stood right behind him to serve as the queen of the vampires and the alpha of the wolves.

　　"Can we all now be quiet?" Dad asked rhetorically with his strong baritone voice which instantly silenced the indistinct whispers, not forgetting the part I played in ensuring the total silence in the courtroom as I had sent a wave of calmness to everyone. It was one of my gifts to tamper with emotions as a vampire.

　　"Everything is running right on schedule. Could someone stand up and inform this court about the cause of the conflict without saying too much?" Dad asked, resting his angular jaw on his fists.

　　A vampire known as Oscar stood up immediately to speak and he looked really pissed at first. "It is no news that witches aren't allowed to use magic, because Section 2(1) of the Constitution states clearly: In order to peacefully coexist, no witch is allowed to use magic," He paused, then continued with a smirk, "However, it would seem that one of the witches, Mary, was caught cooking something magically delicious..."

　　The vampires cackled at his choice of words and the witches face mirrored disgust.

　　"Enough!" Dad thundered as he held his hand to stop Oscar, and signalled to the witches to air their own argument.

　　"Your vampire attacked a young witch and almost killed her," An elder witch lashed back as soon as they had been given a chance to speak, then folded her arms to her chest and crinkled her nose.

　　"Guilty or not guilty?" Father asked, obviously ignoring their own side of the story as he cocked his brows at the oldest witch known as Bastiana Lopez.

　　"It doesn't change the fact that she was almost killed. I leapt to save her life," A werewolf known as Harry chipped in, then slammed his fists on the table and wore a deep frown.

　　"Oh! Loverboy to the rescue. The mighty power of a sugary healthy pussy," Suzy whispered in my ears and chuckled.

　　"What does pussy have to do with what is going on?" I rolled my eyes and exhaled heavily.

　　"So much, sugar plum, so much that you can't even imagine." She then licked her lollipop and shot a wink at a hot werewolf guy.

　　"Why was she performing magic when it was clearly forbidden in the first place?" Dad nudged his head at the curly-haired witch that sat in a corner and appeared flustered.

　　"I owed a debt to the ancestors and I would have been dead in no time if I didn't pay up my dues," Mary replied, sniffing and fiddling with her trembling fingers.

　　"Why didn't you come to seek my permission before breaking my rule?" Dad asked in a harsh tone and cracked his knuckles, eyeing her from head to toe inquisitively.

　　"Because the last time I checked, it was none of your business," Bastiana retorted, glaring furiously at dad.

　　"What do you mean? You have something you intend getting off your chest, isn't it? Let it out then, old witch," Dad said as he inclined his head and leaned back to his chair.

　　"The last time, I asked for permission to put the soul of my dead sister to rest..." She paused as tears welled up in her eyes, struggling to give a tight-lipped smile.

　　"...but you refused!" She yelled, pointing an accusing finger at dad. She then went on, "So tell me, why should anyone even seek your permission when they will be rejected either way?" She concluded.