AN: What's this? A story that isn't Beetlejuice?! That's crazy! Okay, but in all honesty, I'm a huge Rachel/Al shipper, and there isn't nearly enough stories for it! So, looks like if I want more, I'm going to have to write some. They'll probably be from Al's POV.
When did it change?
I had wanted to kill her, but now?
It was supposed to be simple. Kill her and be done with it. Then wait for Piscary to summon me to kill again.
Of course, nothing was simple with my itchy-witch.
After that first failure, all I wanted to was to maker her pay for that embarresment. Rachel was a thorn for months! Besting me every single goddamn time. It got to point where I was simply tired of it all.
Perhaps that was when it happened. When I didn't want to put up with it anymore, and she was willing to . . . trust me to not come back after her. We had our little one night truce.
And then she went and switched our names! Thought I was going to be stuck in prison for good after that little incident.
Yet, she made it up to me by accepting the fact she wasn't fully a witch and becoming my student. She doesn't spend as much time on this side of the lines as I would like, but again, nothing was simple with my itcy-witch.
"Would you stop?"
I blinked, coming out of my reverie. Rachel was glaring at me.
"Stop what," I growled.
"Staring at me. You're making this difficult," she mumbled, resuming her scripting of the spell.
I smirked. "I have to make sure you do it right, love."
"Then look at the paper, and not me."
No, nothing was simple with my itch-witch, but I think that was what I loved about her. Although, I wasn't certain if I loved her.
And I still have no idea when things changed.
AN: If you didn't notice, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. But should I continue in my attempts, or should I go back simply kill this desire with lots of rocks?