Something felt... off.
Willow pulled away from Dante as he ran his fangs along her throat, his hands gripping at her hair and thigh. Her eyes flew around the room, searching for whatever made her feel strange until her eyes settled on the door. It appeared normal, but there was a strange aura is was giving off that it didn't give off before. The aura was black with a gold hue outlining it.
"Dante." she said as his tongue ran along her skin.
"Yes, my love?" his voice dipped low into his throat as his nipped at her ear. She shivered, but forced herself to push past her arousal and sit up, holding the blanket to her chest.
"Something's wrong." she told him, her eyes glued to the door. He finally sat up, looking from her to the door.
"What is it? What do you see?" he asks her as she clenched the blanket tightly.
"I-I don't know. The door. It's giving off a bad aura that it didn't have before." her eyes widened, "I think something was here." she said.
She gazed down at the book in her lap, her fingers tracing the intricate stitching on the cover. She had never seen such a book before, nor felt the immense power that lingered within its pages. Its tan leather cover hummed beneath her touch as her fingers curled over the edge, ready to lift the cover.
He drummed his fingers on the table in front of him, his eyes barely slits as he struggled to maintain his full attention to the human speaker at the podium. The candlelight flickered in front of him, lifting his gaze from the paperwork before him and looked about the small room. Grey wallpaper and thin black carpet. No windows to give natural lighting and no pictures to give the room some kind of theme to it. Across from him was a podium where the British speaker stood, blabbering on about recent issues within the Supernatural community that had been reported. Behind him were few flags, one for each Supernatural race. One was half white and half black with a crescent moon stitched in the center.
It's him. He's actually here...Willow's breath was caught in her throat upon seeing the man from her visions in the flesh. His dark maroon suit complimented his tan skin, his brown hair short and slightly tussled from the cold breeze. He had a clean cut goatee to match his chiseled jawline. His golden and red gaze looked a bit lack luster however, which surprised Willow. From what she remembered from her vision, his eyes melted her body into a puddle of her own pheromones. Even now as he stood nearby, surveying her small garden, she c
Being trapped within the confines of Miss J's small cabin left Dante restless and hungry. Tucked outside the city limits, deep within the dense forests he remained in order to help the old Witch find her answers about a book her very young protege had envisioned. Yet each day that passed by, he grew hungrier in more ways than one. He had done well after leaving London behind to travel across the open waters, but when he caught the scent of the Witch's blood through her clothes, it took every bit of strength he had to restrain himself from feeding on her. Blood was not a necessity compared to some of his underlings. He could survive quite well without it, of course that took years of patience and sheer will power to do so. Her blood however intrigued him. He had tasted a Witch's blood many times before, but there was something about this girl, this Willow as Miss J had referred to
Where am I?Willow glanced around her new surroundings, utterly confused on how she arrived there. She had appeared outside under the blanket of night. Stars sprinkled high above her, the moon in a beautiful crescent. She peered down at her feet where she saw what she believed was smoke or mist swirling around her ankles. The space she was in went on for mile
The hunt was on.Under the light of the crescent moon and the shadows of the trees, he made his way through the darkness, trailing after the delicious scent of the young woman that had fled him. What he saw was no illusion. Her eyes, let alone her blood, gave away her deepest desire to him and his body felt near to collapsing. He didn't fully understand what this meant, just the need to be near her was overpowering all other sense and reasoning.
There's a shift in the strings of fate. Darkness had steadily grown stronger over time, but so did its opposite. Even now the gears are turning as they always have, but for how long until someone came along and stalled them? As the sun peered over the horizon, the fiery sky overtaking her nightly domain, it was time. Her young Witch had shown the time was nearing for the climax of the story, her visit stated. A troubled young girl, still struggling to find her place in her society even with all the pain and hardship she had endured up to this point. She hoped that soon enough she'll realize her importance in the story, just as much as her leader has. The sea of blue soon drowned the fiery flames of the morning light out, revealing the beautiful landscape of a seaside temple. Columns collapsed and shattered, the stone ceiling broken and torn apart.The waves crashed against the tall cliffs, splashing and reaching to the sky and yet unable to touch it. She descended onto the stone floo
She shivered beneath his gentle caress, her breaths coming in quick and soft gasps. His lips trailed her exposed collarbone, barely grazing his fangs across her flesh. Underneath her closed eyelids she can feel the intensity of his gaze. If she were to open her eyes, would this dream end abruptly? What if this wasn't a dream though? What if her body was accepting this man she barely knew?
Something felt... off.Willow pulled away from Dante as he ran his fangs along her throat, his hands gripping at her hair and thigh. Her eyes flew around the room, searching for whatever made her feel strange until her eyes settled on the door. It appeared normal, but there was a strange aura is was giving off that it didn't give off before. The aura was black with a gold hue outlining it."Dante." she said as his tongue ran along her skin."Yes, my love?" his voice dipped low into his throat as his nipped at her ear. She shivered, but forced herself to push past her arousal and sit up, holding the blanket to her chest."Something's wrong." she told him, her eyes glued to the door. He finally sat up, looking from her to the door."What is it? What do you see?" he asks her as she clenched the blanket tightly."I-I don't know. The door. It's giving off a bad aura that it didn't have before." her eyes widened, "I think something was here." she said.
She picked him... After all this time, she ended up picking someone else... Why didn't I act sooner?Roy paced in his bedroom, the tattoo on his arm pulsing like it was its own living being. His room was in disarray with scattered books and papers, his blanket and pillow tossed against one of the walls, even the curtain that covered his window had been shredded. He avoided his parents for the past few days now, but how much longer can he hide the fact that their own son was a murderer? His eyes flew over to his closet where he kept Amanda's motionless heart. He could've buried it, burned it, tossed it into a lake, but had come to the decision of bringing it home.My dear sweet Roy...There was the voice again. It was the only company he had for some time. His own friends disowned him after he confronted them about the incident at the party. Even they knew what was going to happen and chose not to stop it. This voice was his only companion, alwa
Willow sat with the white book in her lap, her fingers gently grazing the soft leather as she hesitated to open it. She felt the familiar warm hand on her upper back as she glanced over to her lover. He nodded slowly, encouraging her to take the next step. She took a deep breath, slipping her fingers beneath the cover and opened it. For a second nothing happened, but then a bright white light blinded her vision as she felt a force pull her very essence from her body. On instinct she wanted to fight it, but she knew she needed to surrender in order to receive the answers she needed. So, she let go. She relaxed her body, cleared her mind and the intensity of the white light lessened until her vision darkened once more. She felt a cool breeze against her cheeks and the sound of an owl hooting softly in the distance. Crickets sounded around her as she opened her eyes to an unfamiliar scene. Willow found herself in the middle of a clearing in a forest she didn't recognize. The breeze sti
Why did he not feel surprised? Maybe it was because he knew something was off when he intercepted him and Willow at the school. The look in his eyes... They didn't belong to a sweet boy like Willow always saw him as. He looked like a man obsessed, and possessed. Even now as Willow wrapped up her ritual, he saw her shoulder's trembling. He knew she cared deeply for the boy, even loved him before he had come along and shifted the winds of fate."Who is this boy? Why would he kill my little girl?" Amanda's mother interrupted his thoughts. He glanced over to the woman who was slumped against the wall after Willow broke the news to her."He's a student from the same school as Willow, but I'm not sure what his motivation was to do this." Dante folded his arms across his chest."He did it because of what she did to me..." Willow spoke up finally after putting the white sage away."So you did encourage him to do this." Amanda's mother rose to her feet slowly, her han
Something soft and warm rubbed against her cheek, a light purring in her ear. Willow's eyes struggled to open against the light shining into the room. When she finally was able to focus, she spotted a sweet Teeka attempting to wake her up. The gentle light of the morning sun warmed her face as she stretched. An arm wrapped around her waist, tugging her against a solid form behind her."Good morning..." he grumbled tiredly as he kissed her shoulder, trailing his lips up the arc of her neck to her ear. She shivered at his touch, feeling his cock press against her ass. It throbbed against her skin, already aching to be inside of her."G-good morning. Did you sleep okay?" She asked him as he licked her ear, his lips moving back down and kissing her neck sweetly. She shifted her hips, pressing against him. He groaned, rubbing his hips against her ass slowly."Better than okay. I don't remember sleeping that well in
That woman has magic hands, that's for sure.He watched Willow kneel in front of the fireplace like she had been for the past few weeks. Since her orgasmic experience, he can sense the energy flowing through her body. Far more pronounced than it had been before.The fire that roared in the fireplace flickered suddenly, the raging red and orange flames shifting to purple. He glanced over to Willow who was softly muttering to herself with her eyes closed. She lifted her hands up in front of her, one hovering over the other. A white light shimmered softly in the space between her hands, extending outward toward the fire. Dante stepped closer carefully as an image took shape in the flames of a black door chained in gold."This. Is. It." She panted as she dropped her hands into her lap. He knelt down beside her, handing her a hand towel to wipe the sweat off of her face."W
I feel... empowered...Willow lay awake in her bed another night, staring at the ceiling. It had only been a few days since her first sexual experience with Dante and she could feel her energy changing within her body. She read through books Janice had left behind, but found no information as to why her powers felt enhanced after enduring an orgasm.She shut her eyes, but the flashback to Dante drinking from her and his fingers massaging her sex was all she could see. Even now her body ached and tingled to experience his touch once more, but fear followed behind. Dante had been patient right after, not pushing to continue what they started. He seemed to understand her confusion, and agreed to assist in finding answers, but even he was coming up with nothing.As she tossed and turned, the phone beside her vibrated softly and the screen lit up the room. When she glanced a
He sat and watched Willow pace anxiously in front of the fireplace. When word got out that Amanda was murdered, all eyes were directed towards her. Though she had an alibi when the officers came to question her, it didn't stop the backlash from the students or Amanda's parents. Even now they were finding things to pin her to the murder, but the crime scene had been wiped clean.Of course they would blame a Witch, but I know Willow. Her heart is too good to do such a thing."What am I supposed to do?" Willow sniffled her question, pausing in her next step to wipe her eyes. Dante rose up from his seat and stood in front of her, resting his hands on her arms. Since the night he kissed her, she had been slightly distant from him. Now with the world going against her, she leaned on him more."Let me take you away from here." He offered to her again. She kept her gaze down, another avoidance. He lif
Why did it come to this? How?As Roy stepped out of the principal's office for the eighth time since the blood incident with Willow, everyone around him looked different. His friends that he had joked around with at lunch have this distant look in their eyes every time he walked by. His large circle had shrunk overnight all because he stood up for Willow when no one else would, and in return they turned their backs on him. He didn't care about his status at school, he just wanted justice for Willow's humiliation.He found Willow at her locker at the end of the day, her eyes boring into her phone when he knocked on her head gently. The moment her eyes met his, his heart slammed against his chest. Those purple eyes, so rare and beautiful were the purest and most innocent things he had ever seen. Yet he couldn't admit that to her. Not yet at least."Hey, I'm glad I found you. I was hoping you had