A/N – More plot guys! Feeling super inspired today! ❤

Sage stank out the house, smoke wafting in every little nook and cranny Marie could reach. Floating just above the staircase she waved the burning herb into the too tall for most book shelf she kept. A small cough broke her chanting but she was quick to repeat.

"Gods and goddesses swarm my space, protect this space just in case. Evil energy be gone from here, I cast ye out. By the will of my soul, I will it be." Marie repeated over and over until the spell took to the house. She could already feel the air lighten up, more than it already was- meaning that something had been disrupting the calming energy. She hadn't even noticed it which was pretty bad for a witch of her age. If only her grandmother was still around, she thought with a fond smile. She'd never hear the end of it.

By the time she had finished, she was just about ready for bed. A morning of creating orders and then a night of hanging with the vampires she helped bring back, in some way had taken it out of her. At least the sage helped her get over the kiss earlier. That would be twice now she kissed the vampire.

"Twice." Marie pondered as she placed the burnt leftovers into a mason jar. Those could be used in other rituals if she needed them.

Slumping into the couch and she willed with the flick of her hand for the kettle to flick on. Another flick of her wrist and the television turned on. She leaned her chin against her fist as the tell-tale whistle of the kettle slowly grew louder.

A mug slid across the counter and she unconsciously chose chamomile. It seemed only fitting considering she had a busy day- busier than usual.

Marie couldn't deny it, she did like it. For a dead guy, he sure knew how to kiss. To her shock, she was starting to feel a little differently. The whistle clicked off, the rumbles of scalding hot water slowly calming before an invisible force lifted it and poured a good amount of water into the floral mug and teabag.

Marie was greeted to a fresh cup of tea sliding gently onto the coffee table. She was too tired to go and eat something so she just enjoyed the warm beverage. The events of the day rolled off of her and she slowly slipped into a peaceful sleep.

Her dreams were vivid but felt real. Marie found herself in a decaying forest, wandering aimlessly around the grounds. The sky grew darker, too quickly and she felt at unease. Light was limited and she began feeling that deep sense of foreboding dread. An ice cold shock ran up her spine.

There was something behind her. A subtle breath against her ear, the stench of death.

"I will be back." An angry, gruff voice announced.

Marie's eyes widened and she felt helpless. Usually she was able to ward off threats but this? This felt different. Fight or flight kicked in almost immediately, not quick enough to prevent a painful scratch from running down her shoulder.

That was all Marie needed to run and never stop. A wince of pain from the scratch left her lips as she sprinted. Marie didn't know where she was going but she knew it was far from whatever that had been. Demon? Could it have been? She panicked. Demons were messier than the usual spirits she encountered but they also posed more risk. The mark ached and her breathing was erratic.

A deep dark laugh rang out. Marie tripped over a worn tree branch sticking out from the dirt, falling as her head collided with the thick tree bark. Her ears were ringing and her eyes were blinking rapidly. The pain was surreal before she felt a body on top of hers.

"Who..." Marie tried to ask. A hand shoved her shoulder deeper into the rough tree and dirt.

A growl resounded.

Marie cried out in pain as a sharp set of uneven claws dragged down the back of her neck. The scratch was audible and her skin felt wet. Nails dug into the dirt aimlessly. She didn't have the strength to fight the presence off of her. "What... do you... want?" She asked, tears welled in her eyes. Whatever was behind her, was not friendly.

"Stupid girl." The disembodied voice growled. Her spotted vision was no good, not when the darkness overwhelmed the forest.

That's why she couldn't hear animals. Even in her dream they were scattering, knowing danger when they felt it coming.

"I'm not done with you yet." It sneered. Claws ran down her skin, clothing shredded with the effortless glide until she felt the profound chill shock her back.

"And they won't save you." Lips met her ear and she screamed.

David had just got finished draining his second victim of the night. The head was no longer together by the time he had his fill and then some. The corpse effortlessly flew into the poorly constructed fire the previous occupants had built before they had crashed it.

By the water Paul had dove into the blonde beauty he had just been making out with. A large hand over her mouth prevented her from screaming as he drank messily from her shoulder. Hands tried fruitlessly to pull him off by his hair, but he didn't seem to feel it.

Marko had shared with Dwayne. Both at the neck and thighs. They stood wiping their mouths and panting heavily.

Once they had cleared everything up, they decided to chill and watch the bodies burn. Marko threw a beer at Paul, "Think fast."

"Not cool dude." Paul remarked, just catching the bottle in time.

David waved Marko off when offered, preferring a cigarette first. Dwayne joined the three in draining the rest of the leftover stash. Together they lounged, laughing and in good spirits.

"Fuck. You can not beat a good fuck and drain." Paul sighed, opting to lie on the sand rather than on the makeshift seating the others chose to relax on. His hands stretched behind his head acting like a pillow as he stared up at the stars.

"Wait you screwed that girl? When? We know your style Paul." Marko inquired.

"Yeah, we didn't hear screaming. It seems you're out of touch." David joked. It was all light hearted and fun, which is why he didn't take Paul all too seriously when he chucked the empty beer can at him.

"If anyone is out of touch that would be you, Davy boy." Paul asserted. A goofy grin soon appearing as he made eye contact with Marko who matched it.

"How's that?"

"Yeah. Can't remember the last time you laid on the charm enough to get your rocks off." Marko snickered, eyes twinkling as he joined in- knowing fully what Paul was alluding too.

"There was the time that-" Paul began, dragging out the teasing words.

"Don't finish that sentence." There was no real warning behind his words, but at the same time he didn't particularly enjoy having the incident brought back up and shoved in his face.

"You got slapped for your efforts!" Paul finished with a laugh. It was hardly the joke of the century but it had been a long time since he had given David a hard time.

David rolled his eyes, flicking the finished cigarette into the burning bodies that fuelled their fire. Leaning back on his hands he was quick to point out, "Be that as it may. It appears as if the witch is more fond of me than any of you." It was an off hand comment meant to shut them up, but it left more to be said.

Paul gave a low whistle and Marko ohh'd at his comeback.

"Damn. You're so out of touch man, but I'll give you that." Paul said, still not taking back his assertion.

"I don't know how you did that." Dwayne admitted.

"Yeah you never told us you were going to go for it either." Marko added on with a shrug. His can was crushed and flung carelessly over his shoulder. They were a careless bunch all in all but still, there were some things that needed to be told beforehand.

"Talk about unfair." Paul added as he did, wiggling his feet by the fire. Unrest less as the day he was born.

"Marie is a person." Dwayne reminded the blonde, not that he needed reminding by the way his eyes wandered. Paul's phrasing changed as he began to feel the effects of the alcohol and the come down from the blood high that raced through his veins.

A small frown appeared on his face. "Well duh, but like it's not fair dude. I didn't even get the chance to make a move."

"You wanted to?" David asked curiously. His eyes flickered from the blond to the others in a silent ask if they wanted to as well. From the way they had been speaking about her, he should have known from the start. Then again, things didn't always go to plan.

The link never lied. They had all at some point thought about it.

"I'm not stopping you. Any of you." David knew they appreciated honesty and whilst he didn't particularly like the idea of sharing if something were to come of it, they were his brothers. They had stuck together for centuries, there was an unspoken bond between them that allowed him to feel more comfortable in what he was suggesting. If they had the balls that was. Marie was the closed off type he had guessed early on. A little on the feisty side but introverted, all the same. Such a tricky mind that he couldn't flick through due to one of her spells.

A witch was always a grey area, Max had told them years ago. They weren't inherently evil or good, or even grey. Some were tricky, most if not some. There was never a way to gain a witch's trust unless you do them a favour. It was a big favour at that they were doing her.

And now their only bargaining chip to keep the witch in town was to work on her side of the deal. Marie proved to be a valuable asset to them but how could they be valuable to her once they killed the frogs? Not much he guessed. Vampire charm only went so far when it came to other supernatural creatures. Although, he did admittedly find it much more fun to get her the old fashioned way. It only begged the question if she felt similarly. From two kisses he guessed that might work more in his favour but still, two kisses didn't mean much nowadays. David's tongue ran over his teeth and the boys could tell what he was thinking. Revenge and patience was a must for them after everything they went through, and from what they were developing now, it could benefit them to wait and plan everything out.