Born A Witch

ch passing day she was becoming more reserved. With frustration chewing on her nerves, what more could she do? Keeping to herself was the only way she could tame the beast within her. But s

hilling calm that came with the col

was different from the others. But still, she knew not who she

hamelessly toiled with those lonely strands, which looked like sparks. Captivating to behold. Her plump red lips brought colour to her pale existence, she h

hin her, and if they paid more attention, they'd see the darkness seeping through her pores. But they never did. They were all too scared to do that, after all, she was Lucio's daughter. The

woods when she was younger, and chant a couple of spells, like witches did. But nothi

she was different, it piereced her soul and bore several holes. Some which healed over the years and left scars that have refused to go away. Paris was on a quest to find the truth. She was tired

truth like a starved beast, but it was proving to be futile as always. She felt anger

much practice over the years, she was one of the fastest in the kingdom. After all, she had trained under the great vampire Lord, Luci

nace. Still consumed by rage, she slammed herself on the hard ground, but she felt no pain. She sustained no injuries either, but that was no surprise to her. Only special crystals could penetrate her skin. That was her secret. If the other va

nd confess to her parents, she'd show them h

ly rogues could thread that far. If indeed he had gone rogue, she had better hide to avoid a gruesome battle which could lead to the death of one of them. But he had caught on her scent already, next minute they locked eyes and he chased after her like a cheetah.

Riel, said, after eyeing her for a couple o

breathing and those enchanting orbs

't speak?" Riel asked, astonished by her quietness and the quizzical look she wore. He finally concluded that the young girl could not speak, and felt pity for her. He extended an ar

ed, boldy, without an o

et black hair, which was packed up in a ponytail. It was almost as long as hers, stopping just above his waist

black button up long sleeve, with the first four buttons undone. His manly chest was on full display, a slight peak at his abs did things to her body. Things no one had ever done. His b

do I look too good to be true

had captivated his heart, in a matter of minutes. He had felt the connection at first glance. The chemistry could not hav

hest heaved up and down, despite the loose dress she had on, he could swear she had a body to d

r name. I just want to kn

ell. I can hear perf

question." Paris retor

iel. And I am

s a ha

afling is?." He asked, fazed by her

ll she needed to know about the haflings. She had read so many books about the

rge through her. The connection was uncanny. She was pretty sure he had felt it, too. He had jerked back quickly

t of the union of two nocturnal creatures. I was

tures, went extinct.

thought wro

o proof of such existen

the way the wind danc

places she longed for his touch. She wished he could fill her up, and make her scream he

guts. When did she become

elping matters. She craved for warm

reeds." His sonorous voice, b

and half witch?" She asked, yet certain she already knew the

y what I am." He rep

f hope found it's wa

up to. She felt she had finally discovered herself and unravelled the mystery. Just for that moment, she felt fulfilled. Savouring the thought of being a hafling, too. Inasmuch as it sounded inane , she was

believed to have gone extinct. But with Riel, a living proof standing before her

edly, appreciating the young man, sincerely. He stood th

wha

spell she had cast on him. He laughed inwardly at h

u just helped me solve the puzzle, now I'm fulfilled." She continued, but paused when she

ke you." She said, affirmatively, with a wide grin plastered on her face

but stare, watching him clutch his stomach as he let out a series of laughter which normally she would have found annoyingly ugl

dear, are