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His prescription avaiater goggles fogged at the sudden difference in temperature of outside to in. Snow was gently beginning to fall outside. Taking out a cigarette, Luke glanced around. No witches so far. His mice squirmed in his jacket, getting comfortable. That kind Witch he'd met that night had somehow extended William and Mary's lifespans.

Going to the front of the restaraunt after he finished, he went to get himself a seat. Might as well eat before heading out.

"Table for one please." He asked the host as he took of his goggles to clean them. Bruno's dad helped buy them for him, since the glasses had to be custom made. It was a thank you for telling whoever to turn him back. Speaking of, he had to remember to text Bruno later.

"Right this way." The host replied, a obviously fake smile on her lips.

Luke ordered the steak special they were serving for the night. Grabbing some crumbs from the bread, he stuffed it in his pocket. He only got a couple bites when two others sat across from him, he having been at a booth since he enjoyed it was out of the way.

"Hey, we're gonna hide here for a minute, okay dude? You weren't waiting on anyone, right?" A stocky ginger asked, a scrawny black haired man sitting by, looking done with the other.

"Can I ask why?" Luke raised a brow.

Before the ginger one could reply, the other spoke. He had spiky hair, pale skin and bright blue eyes turning oceanic near the outer edges.

"We're spying on his brother to see why he was sneaking around about a date with his boyfriend. I insisted we leave him alone, but NEIL here was persitent. Sorry for interupting your meal." He looked away guiltily. He wore bracelets and had more of a goth\punk feel. His friend, Neil, wore a white v-neck and worn jeans, looking suspiciously over to where another ginger and a brunette walked in, smiling.

Luke nodded. "I guess I don't mind. But if that's your brother there, isn't he a bit old for you to be trying to spy on him?" Luke realized his British accent was coming through.

Neil didn't awknowledge Luke spoke, which that annoyed him frankly. He looked to the other, still not knowing his name, so, placing his chin in his palm, Luke looked over, catching his blue eyes to Luke's own jade green. "What's your name?"

The other looked confused why Luke asked, but, shrugged. "Norman Babcock." He reached a hand out to shake.

Luke took it, his own scarred in comparison. "Luke Eveshim. A pleasure."

Neil began to pat incessently at Norman's shoulder, not so whispering about what blackmail they could give Mitch, Neil's brother.

Luke rolled his eyes, scratching his head and pushing his blonde hair back at the same time. He wanted to eat for fuck's sake, but he'd feel odd doing so in front of strangers.

"We really are bothering you aren't we?" Norman glanced to him, catching Luke's eyes.

Luke shook his head, tossing Norman a smile. "Naw, you're good. Want some?" He pushed his plate towards Norman, the kid was so skinny it'd make his grandmother cry. "You're so thin, my grandmother would cry."

Norman startled, but gave an uneasy smile. "Mine would say the same. Sweet woman she is-was." Norman stumbled on his words.

Luke raised a brow, ever curious. "What's that mean?"

Norman simply shook his head, busying his mouth with the roll that came with the meal.

Shrugging, Luke made more chatter. He spoke of his grandmother fondly, her having passed a couple years prior due to age and her cigars. Norman did the same after a bit. He spoke of her in present tense, but something was off about it to Luke.

Luke knew it was petty, but each time Neil tried cutting Norman off to speak himself, or even cutting Luke off, Luke ignored him, though he found he was liking Norman. He seemed kinda shy but wasn't a stranger to swatting Neil who kept getting out of line. He spoke fondly of his family and how he was writing a book about his ancestor Aggie.

With an eye roll, he saw Neil get up and leave, patting Norman on the back to tell him he was heading out, the brother having left awhile prior.

"Oh, were we speaking too much?" Luke asked, not guilty in the slightest. Norman went to stand as well, having eaten more than half of Luke's meal, not concious he'd done it.

"I hadn't even realized your brother left. Sorry, Neil. We can get your favorite sweets on the way." Norman brought up, stretching.

Luke didn't even think before he spoke. "Best be careful with the sweets, Doll, or else Witches will get ye."

Neil rolled his eyes. "Yeah, would you mind not flirting with my friend in front of me?"

"Witches aren't real. But, question, why would they give you sweets? I mean, as long as it's not drugged, you're fine right?" Norman tried thinking.

Luke grinned, leaning in, again ignoring Neil's plea of no flirting (was he flirting? He'd never done that before.).

"Ohh, Doll, you don't want that. They gobble kids up by luring them with sweets or things they'd enjoy, they look normal but beware the purple eyes glowing like amethyst even in daylight. With knarled hands they'll snatch you away, placing you where they wish to watch you wittle away."

Luke felt Neil push him away. "Dude, we just met you, back off."

Luke put up his hand complacently. "Sorry, that was awfully rude."

Norman pushed Neil away. "It's fine, he wasn't going to do anything. Let's go. Here." Norman grabbed a napkin and a pen from his pocket and wrote down a number, handing it to Luke, who gently took it, surprised.

As Neil and Norman left, Luke began to leave as well, when he spotted a Witch, she was luring some orphans, but Luke saw the purple glow. With a cold iron in his belly, he approached.

He acted like the older brother, then offered the Witch a ride to somewhere safe, going along with the bullshit story he heard her tell the kids.

Once alone though, he forced open a flask, acting fast and shoving the formula down her throat, waiting and watching for her to turn. When the green smoke faded, Luke, with his eyes cold, he stepped on her, squashing her under his boot.

He took out a cigarette and began to walk back to his hotel room, wanting to feed Will and Mary before he showered. He felt nauceous, he usually did after killing one. Then he'd check once more in the morning before he headed away, to the nexrt place tofind this city's Grand High Witch.

Though, he wasn't aware of Neil and a reluctant Norman spying the whole scene, as they had been on their way from getting Neil a treat when they spotted him and Neil decided to tail him. Both had looks of disbelief.