Midnight and i finally did it . who would have ever guessed translating could be so hard please enjoy and comment and again credits to Quiggely for editing
My soul formed, from the memories of my former looks, a new body, and in the blink of an eye I was standing in the middle of Rachel's living room. A very startled little witch stared at me. She had short blond hair and in her blue eyes stood fear. Understandable, given the fact that I had come out of the middle of nowhere just now. Circle, I thought contemptuously, when the witch did not only react with horror but also with curiosity to the presence of a demon. I put on my most malicious grin and at the same time I flashed a bit of teeth. God I was terrifying. "I am terribly sorry to disturb your nice coffee party," I said as calmly as possible, with the perfect British accent I knew Rachel loathed, "but this is my witch you are trying to kill. And I can't let you do that."
I felt her tapping a line. Very dumb. Very dumb indeed! With a swift move I was right before her, and lifted the fragile woman off the floor, only to throw her against the next wall with all my might. She shrieked in surprise but was cut off when the hard crash knocked all air out of her lungs. That' show I liked my girls; quiet and unconscious. The shock also made her let go of the line. Beginner's mistake. Now we built a sandwich, the wall and me the bun, and her the filling. Yummy! I saw her turning red, and followed her gaze down where my hip was touching her body. Just now I realized that I had forgotten to put clothes on. My grin turned demonic. I got a bit closer to her, and her unease grew.
"Al" I heard Rachel complaining behind my back, "they are going to blame me. It is not really a big help having a naked demon pressing circle members against my kitchen wall. At least not if I want to prove that I am not a black witch." Well you aren't a witch anyhow, you are a demon. As Rachel reacted a bit sourly when mentioning this topic, out of incomprehensible moral/ethic reasons, I kept my comment to myself. I looked over my shoulder and saw her standing there with arms crossed over her chest. Her head was a deep red and she tried not to stare at my butt. Sweet. She looked very sexy when she was angry and so my blood shot to lower regions, which caused the circle witch to gasp frightenedly. I leered at her, and then I said to Rachel, having my back turned on her, "don't get jealous itchy witch. You're next."
Meanwhile the witch in front of me had surpassed her shock. Now she started to tell me that I would have the circle at my heels if I would kill her and bla bla bla… I liked her better when she was still frightened. I let out a bored sigh and threw her head against the wall. Something cracked terribly loudly, and her eyes rolled back in her sockets. Carelessly, I let her fall to the floor, and stepped over her towards Rachel. "You can't be alone for a minute without supervision can you?" I accused her. She pulled her gaze away from my manhood. Yeah, there is a lot to see down there, little witch.
"I had everything under control until you came."Cautiously trying not to get too close to me, she approached the unconscious woman to check her vitals. "Pierce told me otherwise," I said, while making myself comfortable on the leather coach. "Get off the coach" scolded Rachel "and would you mind to put something else on? Something would actually already be enough," she added, only to stare at a spot behind me on the wall.
"Why? Don't you like my new outfit?" I teased but tipped a ley line to cover me in the green silk and lace again. Welcome back you itchy monster that calls itself clothing.
"Thanks," said Rachel, and I was pretty sure that she meant the return of my clothes, and not my help. "But, as I said, I had everything under control."She stood up, unsure if she could sit beside me on the couch. In the end she decided against it and a little unsure just remained standing right where she was.
"Had it under control my arse," said Jenks, a pixie and Rachel's partner, who must have witnessed the scene from the background. "What would you have done if the potion that hit you had been deadly?" Worried and mad alike, I looked at Rachel. This witch actually manages to get into at least 4 deadly situations before dinner. "But it wasn't," Rachel hissed, fully aware that it could have been.
I had had just about enough of her whining and decided to resolve this on my own. One moment to the next I stood right in front of her and pulled her to me so I could smell her. "Ow," protested Rachel, and tried to pull away. "Keep still, itchy witch," I commanded, and squeezed just hard enough for her to wake up in the morning with four blue fingerprints decorating her arm. "I'm trying to figure out if this potion is going to kill you. So shut up or I'll have to hurt you." Rachel cried out loud and I noticed that my grip had tightened. Oops.
"And therefore you have got to smell my hair" she asked clearly embarrassed. "Yes", I replied and leered at her before pulling her closer and placing my knee between her thighs. I pulled a strand of her red hair to my nose and breathed in her scent. It was a mixture of redwood a bit of amber with a little lemon and strawberry. All that was missing was a bit of whipped cream and the goody was served.
I kept enjoying her unease a little while longer and then I reached past her ear for the falcon behind her, lying on the kitchen counter. It had obviously contained the potion. While doing so my lips got so close to Rachel's that I could feel her breathing stop anxiously. Did she think I was going to kiss her? Sweet. Then I thought, "why disappoint her expectations?" and I pressed my lips on hers briefly. She gaped for air in shock and I pulled back, smiling, holding the falcon in my right hand.
"I have got to wind a curse to find out which potion was in here," I said, matter-of-factly. Rachel started trembling with anger. "You didn't have to touch me and smell my blasted hair. You did that just to fuck with me."
"Believe me, Rachel, if I did fuck with you, you would know. Now be quiet," I told her, "I have got to concentrate." Her yelling just got on my nerves. "Pervert," she murmured, and I grinned, pleased. I wound the curse, which was very easy, and enjoyed being able to shift the dirt onto Pierce. Life without a familiar had been hell. The spell didn't require much besides a candle as a focus, a rest of the potion and a simple word.
"Revilio," I whispered, and saw green smoke rising as the candle went out.
Damn it. We had a problem.
"What does green mean?" Rachel had come closer and was leaning interestedly above the green cloud. I pulled her back on her elbow.
"Didn't your mother ever tell you not to put your nose into unknown wads of smoke?" God, how had she managed to survive this long?
"Green," I went on, as I saw the pixie - Jenks, I reminded myself – floating up and down nervously. I would not want to risk getting pixed and therefore let go of Rachel. "Green means trouble"
"Thanks. Now I am enlightened," Rachel said. I put a greater distance between me and the pixie with the fathering complex, and sat back down on the sofa. "Green is the sign of an obliviation spell." Rachel turned pale. Doubtless because she was thinking about Kisten and the experience she already had with obliviation spells. Jenks looked guilty because it had been him who had used the spell on her.
"A time limited one, I think. Obviously it has not taken effect yet. I guess it will probably be activated around dawn." I really did not care about this hokum. I looked at my watch that just had appeared on my wrist. "So that gives us about 12 hours."
"What would a potion be good for that lets me forget today?" Rachel thought aloud. "Maybe they have mistaken the potion?" Jenks suggested. I rolled my eyes at them. "Maybe they wanted to question her and have the advantage of knowing that you don't know they know what they know."
"Aha," said Rachel, and I gave her half a minute to process what I had just said. "Oh," she said, as she got it. "Then they will probably return if she does not bring you to them." Jenks looked ready to fight as he pointed at the circle witch. The pixie was right. My little, itchy witch had gotten herself into trouble again.
Meanwhile, Rachel got hysterical instead of thinking of something helpful to do. "And when they get me, or if anything bad happens, I won't be able to remember it tomorrow."
"You got it, sweetheart," I said, and hoped to have been able to shut her up. I thoughtfully scratched my chin. I enjoyed how my lace gloves scrubbed over the stubbles. Thoroughly I measured my options and came to only one reasonable conclusion. I got up, made one step towards Rachel, grabbed her wrist. "In that case we have to get you to a place where no one can get you."
"Wait a second," the witch protested, and did retreat until she bumped her back against the kitchen counter. "Which place exactly would that be?"
"I had thought about my kitchen" - I took another big step towards her - "but I would not mind it being my bedroom." Rachel backed up even further. I saw her even consider hopping over the counter. Did I really scare her that much? Good job. "Being alone with you and remembering squat afterwards doesn't really strike me as secure"
"Well it will be saver than here," Jenks joined the conversation. I was starting to like the pixie. "I mean, what can he do anyhow?" Oh, I could think of a lot of things, many of which would be painful for Rachel, which doesn't necessarily mean that she would not enjoy them. Rachel was about to disagree but I just called out: "Look we have got his blessing" and I seized her wrist and we jumped from one reality into the next.