Wanton Hearts - Chapter 4

Olga Quintanar was over three hundred years old but she looked young and fresh. She smelt like a flower, too.

When Tania, her older sister, challenged her for a showdown, she sought to gain more power. Someone suggested to her to eat young urchins.

Olga kidnapped many children. She ate them after a ritual. She reaped more power. When Tania appeared for the clash, Olga used her might to defeat her sister.

Alas! There were many side effects. Every day, her true age appeared on her hair, her face, her body, and her skin. Her black curly hair became white. Her face and her skin were full of wrinkles and warts. Only her eyes stayed youthful and wily.

In just one month, Olga became an old hag and she reeked of horrible smell. Like a dead rat...

"Oh, I hate my new me! My new smell!" Olga spat at her reflection at the mirror. "I want my old me! Beautiful and fragrant!"

"Bah! Just look at me! You did this to me!" Tania whined loudly. Her straight hair stood on all direction. Her body became crookback.

"It's your fault! It's all your fault! If your big mouth didn't open to challenge me," Olga blamed her sister.

"If your ego wasn't big, you wouldn't accept!" Tania condemned back.

Their bickering did not stop. They started using their powers. Of course, Olga won. She turned Tania into a big toad with bulging belly.

"Ti hi hi hi hi! Look at you, Tania! You look full of beer! You sound burping drunkenly!"

'I surrender, Olga! Please, return me back to my old self!' The toad croaked repeatedly.

"Okay." Olga waved her wand. Nothing happened. "I'm sorry, Tania. I don't know how to reverse the spell!" she cried mockingly.

'Oh, Olga, I know you're just lying! Do me now!' The toad carped angrily.

"Come over here, Tania. I'll try my best!"

The old big toad hopped little by little.

"Come here a little bit more," Olga cooed gently. When the poor toad was near enough, she trampled on it. She put her whole weight on that foot until she felt the round body of the toad flatten on the ground.

"Poor Tania! You're dead! Tsk! Tsk!"

'Olga, you're detestable! I curse you! You must bear a son. Your only son should have a son, and so forth and so on. The moment daughters appear, your powers shall be distributed to them! Ugh!'

Olga stomped on the dead toad.

"No! None of your curse shall come true!" she shrieked furiously.

Her body was starting to get hot. She felt very itchy...

"I curse you, Tania! I curse you to damnation!" Her hands had a mind of their own. They groped herself. She moaned like crazy. "Ugh! I. Curse. You. Taniaaa!"

She did not obtain any satisfaction. She just needed more.

"I need more!" she cried in a frenzy. "More! More!"

Olga was momentarily calmed down when she waved her wand. She made a curse that would quieten her needs. But the imprecation by a dying witch was clingy and sticky. It would come back again and again.

'Why did I step on the darn toad? Why did I turn her to a toad? Why did I quarrel with Tania? Why did I eat those innocent children?'

"Oh, Tania! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Tears of remorse were flowing from her eyes.

Olga created a potion that would return her youthfulness for a few hours. In her haste, she forgot her overpowering stench.

When Olga saw Zac Logan, she was instantly attracted. He was tall, dark, and handsome. He was over six feet. His face was fierce. His body was lean and hard. He was hungry.

'Hungry for food?' she thought with a shiver.

"Hello, handsome! Looking for a drink?" Olga was guzzling her second glass of beer. The potion was mixed in the first glass.

Zac Logan stared at her unsmilingly. He came near her to whisper. "You look young but I know you, witch!"

Olga was left aghast. She was stunned. She let him walk away unscathed.

When he was gone, she was indignant. She was insulted. She was scorned. She was obsessed!

Olga became importunate after that. She was unrelenting when she harassed Zac Logan. Everywhere he went, she was there.

Until one full moon night, she saw him shifting shape. He was a werewolf!

Her murky mind concocted a harsh punishment for Zac Logan. She planned his downfall!

And she succeeded! She had imprisoned him inside a painting!

"Ti hi hi hi hi! I won! I won!" Olga danced around the fire triumphantly.

Then the curse of Tania was coming back. She was getting itchy again. She drank the potion at once.

"I hear Latin men are hot! Bring me there, Broom!"

Like a bird of the night, Olga flew into the darkness.

She found herself at the entrance of a large courtyard.

"Senhorita, come in! Come in!" A portly man waved his hand. He was about fifty years old. He was well-dressed and well-groomed. His hair was short. He was clean-shaven.

'I like him! He will do!' Olga decided.

She walked towards him with a smile on her luscious lips. She was confident that she looked pretty in her slinky red dress and fragrantly fresh.

"Hmm, you are one beautiful lady, senhorita--?" The man kissed her hand.

"Quintanar. Olga Quintanar," she gushed excitedly.

"Ah, Senhorita Olga! You made my night!" He offered his arm to her.

"And what is the name of the handsome senhor?" she asked flirtatiously.

"I am Don Norlando Valbuena."

They danced when they reached the dancefloor inside the affluent abode. Olga saw a lot of interesting things but she should focus first on Norlando Valbuena. The itchiness was starting again.

"Can we go... somewhere?" Olga had to be frank. She gazed at him directly.

"W-what?" Norlando reddened when he read the intent in her stare.

"I need you! Can't you see?" she whispered in his ear.

"B-b-but--we-just met!" he stammered gruffly.

"Feel me!" She grabbed one of his hands and put it on her body.

"Oh!" His mouth formed an 'o.'