Hateful, loathing crimson eyes glared into calm green. Vlad gritted his teeth in frustration then slowly changed his face. Now he was smirking to the witch.

- Don't play fool with me. I can tell you're messing with my head but let me warn you sweetheart. No matter what spell do you cast on me, I won't help you in any way.

- I doubt it, considering the fact you clearly fear me. And fear can be very useful with hypnosis… - she smiled poisonously back at him again mocking the hunter.

- I'm not afraid of you! – he was way beyond pissed off.

- Yeah sure… Then why don't you come closer? – meanwhile she sit to the very front of her cell. Vlad acted the same without a second thought.

- Here I am! – they were only an arm-long away from each other. This prison had really narrow corridors between the cells.

- I bet you wouldn't dare to touch me. – she laughed.

Vlad stretched out his hand. He could have grab the witch hair, or pinch her nose easily. Even flick her forehead.

- You didn't think I would – he said triumphantly but his smile froze to his face and he yanked back his hand panic and surprise. Erzsébet in the other cell laughed so hard she fell on her side.

- You Bit Me! – he shouted both angry and disappointedly.

- And your face is priceless! – she laughed.

- You're unbelievable! What are you?! A little dog or what?!

- Oh come it was funny. – she sat up still giggling

- What if you poisoned me?!

- Oh come on, man, it was just a joke.

- A joke?! First you manipulate my dreams and then bite me?! I cannot sense the oh-so-great humor behind this.

- Lighten up, would you? As you said before I don't want to die from boredom either.

- I guess my plan of killing the time was slightly better. – he still clenched his hand in pain. Gosh did this woman have sharp teeth… What a lady.

- Maybe we should continue then.

Vlad couldn't really believe his ears and eyes. What's it with this witch? She must be crazy or insane. She manages to surprise him every single time. But the game sounded calming and peaceful so he accepted the strange offer.

- I start with… home.

- Bedroom.

- Privacy.

- Invaders.

- Outcast.

- Loneliness.

- Sadness.

- Tears.

- Tears apart.

- Beast.

- Inner-self.

- Thoughts.

- Dreams.

- Messages.

- Delay.

- Delay? – Erzsébet questioned back.

- Like the post office forgets to send you your package in time.

- Oh…

- You do know what a post office is, right?

- O-of course. I just never thought they do such a thing.

- Where did you live? No matter how much do you pay for them they always send your letter late.

- I lived in the woods, thank you for your question.

- But you just told me that you lived in a village and you couldn't leave your house.

- That was a long time ago.

- You cannot be that old, considering your body. – he scanned her figure really observantly.

- Hey! – she raised her arms before her chest. – Manners, please!

- Don't need to panic, I've seen better.

- HEY!

- Why? That's the truth.

- You shouldn't talk about it anyway.

- Oh come on, you're just a witch, a pretty one maybe, but a witch after all.

- Just a witch? What do you mean by that?

- What should I? It doesn't matter if you have good shape you will die anyway.

- You speak as if you're immortal or something. Everything has to die after a time.

- At least I won't be burned alive. – he leaned back a little crossing his arms casually.

- Why do you always have to remind me that I would be safe and sound if I've never met you. – she sighed.

- Darling you seem to be in a misunderstanding. I didn't find you by accident. I'm a hunter. I properly hunted you down, because I wanted to. No matter where would have you been or run away, I would have always found and hunt you down. – he liked the witch's face. He could feel the danger he's playing with and the excitement coming along with it.

- Well, thank you to clear this out for me.

- Nothing 'I hate you even more' or something?

- Why tell it if you know it already?

- Who knows? To kill some time?

- You really think I will entertain you after this?

- You just said you don't want to feel bored. I know you will entertain me.

- And I have many other ways to amuse myself. – she turned her back to him again.

- Nononono, darling. Playing with my head and dreams is not an option.

- May I ask you why? – she looked back to him her eyes glaring daggers to him again.

- Because I said so…– her face became horrifying – is certainly not the answer. That would be, because I'm curious why do you do it.

- And I won't tell it.

- You will have to.

- No I have not.

- I know you love to speak about yourself, you will tell it.

- You would be surprised.

- Aw, come on. I didn't started cursing you when you bit me, the least you can return my kindness is to answer.

- Would you please inform me about when did we agreed on a deal like this?

- You want to argue again? Aren't you tired of it as I'm?

- Why do you think we have so much in common anyway?

- I just don't want my head to hurt again.

- Would you please make up your mind finally? Why do you act nice and friendly asking me personal questions and then rub it in my face that you love your work and happy that I'll die. You don't even know me!

- And now I cannot follow you.

- Just decide how will you act! As a person who respects the other living creatures around him, or a hunter who hates witches more than anything. If the first one, please don't bring up my execution as a topic in every damn hour. If the later one, we don't have anything to talk about. But make up your mind already!

- Look who's speaking. One time you tell me things out of the blue and after that get the needle and curse me.

- . . . I will act based upon how you choose.

- Oh really? No babe if you think you can solve the basic problem with such foolish methods like this, you're stupid.

- And what would be the basic problem according to you?

- That you're a witch, and I'm a hunter.

- Why? If I would happen to be a normal human girl you think we could speak normally?

- Way better.

- I doubt it.

- Well it's just my opinion. But you still did not tell me why do you mess with my dreams.

- And I still won't. – she turned and went further back in her cell, trying to end the conversation.

- And if I tell you another story about some witch?

- Just how pathetic you think I am? – she looked at him with a sigh.

- Please, considering the fact that I kill witches as a job and you're one of them, but we still can have a normal conversation I think…

- Yes? Do continue.

- I'm quite cool and friendly with you.

- You avoided the question.

- Just like you. – he smiled at her mockingly. – So what kind of story do you want to hear this time?

- What do you think can get me to answer your question? – again challenging him.

- Hmm… Let me see… Something interesting. – he sorted his memories until he found one. – I know. The strongest one I defeated so far. How does it sound? – he smirked at the woman but she just surged.

- So The story goes like this. I've got a mission to investigate the disappearance of my college who went missing on a hunt. His prey was a foreign witch from the neighbor country, because their hunters couldn't do anything with it. So we sent one of our master hunters but he didn't came back. I travelled there and find the witch quite quickly. But she was prepared. She had a dozen servants all kind of beasts and monsters. The most disturbing ones were human-likes but like without a brain. And one of them was the one hunter that went missing. It was disturbing and unsettling to see a respected hunter serve as a dog for a witch. And he looked at her as if she was a goddess or something. I couldn't watch it.

- And?

- So I killed her. I think she really irritated me. – he laughed to himself. After a long silence Vlad looked up to see Erzsébet face twist in horror. – What?

- You said you didn't kill anyone.

- Did I? It seems like we talked about something different then. – he surged indifferently. As he waited for some question from the witch he observed her once again.

She looked disappointed and almost… sad. As if she truly believed he had not killed before. Is she this naïve for real? She's crazy then.

- What was her name? – she finally asked. Oh great. Names… Yeah.

- I think… if my memory could work properly… Yes! Her name was Emma. She was blond, her hair was about her shoulder, she wore a headband in it. And her eyes were green. Just like yours.

- Who was that hunter that went missing?

- He was Antonio Carriedo, the most cheerful person I've ever met. He was one of the bests.


So it looks like we will hear about Spain and Belgium in the next chapter.
Question is: do you want to time travel and see everything that happened there, or you're okay with the poor information Vlad can give you?
It would be really important because I can't decide for real. So 3 vote is all I ask for :)

To Abc: Vlad did NOT kill the thief-witch-something. But he killed Emma for real and she was certainly a qualified witch, trust me :) And I hope you liked it they spoke really much this time :D

Thank you for reading it, hope you enjoyed it, any feedback, positive negative review is welcomed.
Have a nice day :)