Do get comfy

Battered breathing

Two people stayed away from the eyes of the crowd in an alley. One on his knees while the other laid unmoving on the dark stony grounds.

The face of the dark haired hidden between the trapezius of the other, a beautiful blonde, her eyes dazed looking up to the sky. She laid lifeless as the dark haired pulled her by the neck more to himself.

He lifts his head and Jackson's face had blood smeared over his mouth. His fangs glistening against the sun that shone in all its glory. He wipes his mouth with his arms and let's the body drop.

"What now, stalking?" He turns around with a bored look.

Heather stood a few feet away watching him.

"I know I can't stop you from having blood but can you be a little merciful in not completing draining them? You have the cops on your trail!" She moves closer, irritation and a controlled rage marred her face.

And instead of compelling people to their deaths, you can use it to compel them to forget you dammit!" She emphasized on the last word.

"You see, I was having a sumptuous meal before your intrusion, so one more step and I'd be enjoying satisfying my curiosity of how a witch's blood could taste like."

"I dare you!" Her voice fierce with rage seeping out of it.

Enough was enough! She wouldn't let this little boy threaten her anymore. She wasn't weak at all and she'd promised Lucinda to train him properly but then who would have thought that his Fathers memory would magically come to him.

"Ha! Fervid, I like that but why don't you take one more step." He sneered.

She does and immediately Jackson sprints to her but meets up to nothing. He turns around and noticed she now stood in his previous position.

In a quick motion, Heather lifts her hands up, the sun glistening against what she clutched in her fist, a vial. As she lowers her hands in a quick motion, the air suddenly becomes hazy.

As it all becomes settled, Jackson noticed he now stood at the centre of a circle .....made of salt!

Damn this witch! He groans and once again tries to sprint towards her, he was pushed back. He squints his eyes moving close to the edges of the circle, he raised his hand and realized there was an invisible barrier.

"What now? Can't satisy your curiosity?" Heather taunts, she raises both hands towards him. "Why don't we take this somewhere else" and like that they both disappeared including the circle.

"There you go, I had it well prepared for you."

Heather stood on the other side of a silver door tainted in a rusty brown which had a squared opening at eyes level with three bars spaced in between while Jackson stood inside a brick-walled bunker still surrounded by the boundary spell grunting angrily.

" I do hope that girls blood was enough for you, I mean of course till you're ready to Flip your switch on." A smirk appears on her face. "Do have a good time."

"I'm so going to enjoy killing you."

"Good luck with that." She goads at him and as if remebering something she says, "I forgot to say, the more you attempt leaving the circle, the more blood its draining from you.

So, if you do get to this door, I can't help but imagine how weak you'll be and this door.....," she runs her hand over it, "its silver and very strong, so..... Do get comfy." She smiles, closing the little opening she sighs heavily.

"Undo this madness, witch!" Jackson yowled.

"He's getting comfy already? So soon, Wow!" She mutters to herself knowing fully well he could hear her.

She turns her back to the angry grunts and curses Jackson threw at her and leaves.