"What am I? she says. What am I?" Magnus muttered for the hundredth time standing over the young woman. "I am Fu*k**g fabulous is what I am!"
It had been yesterday since the attack and she still had not woken up. Her long brown hair tangled around her face. She had an ugly purple bruise where the demon had latched on.
Magnus decided to give her another healing so the bruise would go away. He thought it looked ugly.
Magnus's fingers shot blue flames that went straight into her skin. For a moment her veins glowed blue and then faded with the rest of her bruise.
Magnus was about to turn leave when he heard a soft whimper and the rustling of the Egyptian cotton sheets. He turned around and stood above her again. Her eyes fluttered open drowsily. She took in Magnus and was surprised.
"Wh-what am I doing here?"
"I saved you from that demon." Magnus said matter of fact.
"Where am I?" She cried.
"In my apartment." Magnus replied wary of her fright.
"Why did you kidnap me?"
" I didn't kidnap you, I saved your mundane life you would have been an empty sack of skin if I hadn't found you." He was beginning to become aggravated."
"Who-?" She was about to ask.
"Who am I? Magnus Bane, high warlock of Brooklyn. Nice to meet ya! I see where this is going next so. When? Yesterday. Where? In the alley. How? None of your business!" Magnus panted.
The young woman was breathing to fast and too hard. "I…please…let me go."
"Ah! I am not keeping you prisoner." Magnus yelled, fire blazing from his fingertips.
The young woman saw that and feinted, slumping back down on Magnus's super expensive swan down feather pillows.
Magnus sighed "That went well."
He walked over and adjusted the pillow so she wouldn't hurt her neck. He tucked her in and left the room.
