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SARAH

Pale dirt-covered fingers dug deeper into the warm earth as cicadas and crickets chirped while fireflies flew through the humid Louisiana night air. Pale brown eyes focused on the ground in front of her kneeled form, ignoring the late hour.

Sarah pulled her hands out of the earth and rubbed her dirty arm across her brow, ignoring the fact that she now wore dirt, after a decent sized hole was made from within the glass greenhouse that sheltered her. She twisted her body to her right-side to grab the sunflower seeds and red raw meat beside her.

The young woman placed the multiple seeds into the ground as gently as a lover would then placed the raw meat on top. Smiling and grabbing the last lone chicken egg beside her, now warm from the heat of a Louisiana spring night, and cracked it over the seeds and meat. She dropped the shells into the hole as well, creating the perfect combination of fertilizer for nature.

Gently covering her sunflower seeds, Sarah clasped her dirt-covered hands tightly together and bowed her head, mumbling to her patron deity, Dionysus for a successful harvest. After Sarah was content with her prayer, she ran her dirty fingers through the dark, wavy mane of her hair, pulling it away from her heated neck.

A sigh of air passed through her cracked lips as she stood to her feet, turning her long hair over her left shoulder to give her neck relief. The witch turned around to the rickety wooden table against the side of the grapevine-covered glass greenhouse that held bottles of small herbs and liquids. She stood next to her apothecary as the gold fairy lights shined above her from the rafters from where they hung.

Sarah inhaled and exhaled deeply while reaching her pale arms above her head and enjoying a long, satisfying stretch. Her shoulder popped just in the right place to make her hiss with pleasured-pained. Her nose turned up at the way she smelled though, dirt and sweat clung to her figure, the witch shrugged, she would shower later. There was no reason to not enjoy nature and the gifts that Dionysus bestowed upon his children.

Her pale lips tightened as she thought of the soul spell she attempted the few nights before. She had hoped Dionysus would show her the one that was destined for her, her soulmate. Yet there was nothing but silence that responded to her magick. The fault did not lay with the god of madness of course, she suspected it had something to do with her ability to somehow fuck up even the simplest of spells.

" C'est la vie." She lamented while picking up a simple clay pot she had crafted that held mugwort, for the sake of lucid dreaming. The cajun witch had always thought herself an artist, to mold and create from the earth. She lived a simple life located in the swamps and thick forest, on the outskirts of Houma, making money off her creations and magick. Folk here were still superstitious despite living in a city filled with tourist attractions, beignets, daiquiris, and stories of bullshit Louisiana cryptids much like the great Rougarou that her Nemae (Ne-maw.) use to terrorize her with so she'd behave.

Oh how she missed her grandmother...her grandfather as well. The only people that trusted and believed in her. She carried the clay pot out of the open door of her greenhouse, following along the pebbled path that would lead her to her back porch that was used more of a front porch, into her warm inviting stilt home since the front yard was only swamp, home for gators, snakes, and snapping turtles. The cajun witch passed her favorite live oak, covered in spanish moss and her protection charms that warded off bad luck and malicious energy, the clay pot slipping out of her trembling hands and breaking against the walkway with a resounding shattering sound as she took in a shadowed figure that stood under the bright glow of the moon.

Sarah had only just realized that the cicadas had stopped singing. Nature was silent, sensing the predator a few feet away from her, even the wind didn't moan. The only noise was a splash of an animal jumping into the water a short distance from her.

Rougarou!

The cajun witch swiftly pushed the silly thought of an urban legend from her mind and blinked, only to see the figure vanish. The small hairs on her neck and arms stood straight up. Sarah could feel eyes watching her, tracking her. She was being hunted!

Oh shit! Dionysus give me strength!

She did the only thing that made sense in that tense moment, she ran. Her heart pounding along with the sound of her shoes on the pebbled path, she ran toward her safe haven. The sliding door that led into her house. That was placed just above sixteen steps!

Why Do I live in a damned stilted home in the first place? What a stupid decision!

A scream forced it's way out of her throat as a hand grasped the back of her shirt collar while another hand grabbed tightly onto her upper arm. She would definitely have bruises after this, thanks to the rough handling of her aggressor. Sarah was spun around so rapidly that nausea was built up in her throat, she swayed in the iron grip of her captor as the world stopped spinning only to meet dilated orbs that held a small band of mercury blue and sharp ivory blood-covered fangs.

The witch felt the next incoming scream build it's way up her throat only for it to be swallowed by bloody lips, a cool tongue meeting hers frantically, practically in need of devouring her whole. Fear controlled her as the vampire pressed his cool, aroused, naked body fully against hers.

He only pulled away from her swollen lips when tears filled the brim of her eyes. Confused mercury blue orbs noticed her falling tears, before he made a hissing noise that sounded like disapproval. Then he was pulling her into a hug and running his hands along her back as though for comfort, muttering words that she didn't understand. His accented voice smooth and husky while speaking the strange language.

Through the witch's blurry vision, she could make out a strange tattoo along his collarbone. She remained frozen against the male as he sniffed her, a purr rumbling deep from within him.

What. The. Fuck!


A/N: The next chapter here soon. I just needed the first chapter to work with. Will attempt to get the second chapter out tonight, and if not, then tomorrow.